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Welcome back, Arenagoers. This is the new thread for Gareth's Gladitorial Arena. A few things everyone finds out upon entering:
1. There is a 10 gold fee per match. This is purely a roleplaying thing and goes to the matinence of the Arena.
2. There are several match types. First Blood goes to the first person to draw blood from their opponent. A Knockout match goes until someone passes out (there is no surrender). A Yield match goes until someone gives up, passes out, or dies. Finally, there is the Death Match. By Arena rules, there is no mercy.
3. There can be as many as 10 individual matches at any given time.
4. The Arena itself is more or less indestructible; it'll take a Greater Wish to even scratch it.
5. Each contestant is asked to rank themselves (IN CHARACTER). The ranks determine who they may fight, and they are: Weak, Normal, Good, Elite, and God-Like. Be honest people.
When you post a character, use the one's below as guidelines.
Some people of note (Keep in mind that not all classes will be maxed out):
Jaden Blackblade, Arena Operations Director
Human Female
Lawful Good
Paladin/Fighter/Cleric/Complete Badass (not actually a class)
Jaden is a tall, imposing woman with an aura of menace about her. She wears solid black plate mail with the Scales of Justice emblazoned on the front. On her back is the symbol of Chaos, and on her left shoulder plate is the red rose of Life. Finally, on her left shoulder plate, is the black rose of Death. Jaden is pale and thin, with emerald eyes and pale blonde hair that reminds you of bleached bones. Dominating her right cheek is a dark green pentagram.
Jaden's weapons are immediately apparant. On her back is her greatsword, Despair. Her two shortswords, Pain and Suffering, are strapped to her hip. Her other posessions include Gloves of Iaasac's Missle Storm, her suit of +3 Fortification Plate Mail and Boots of Striding and Springing
In the absence of the Arenamaster, Lord Gareth the Cold, Jaden is in charge.
Lord Gareth the Cold, Arenamaster
Human Male
Lawful Good
Ex-Death Knight/Fighter/Cleric/Paladin
Gareth is of middling height, clad in archaic plate mail decorated with grinning demonic faces, from which a frigid mist pours forth. His open-faced helm allows you to see a grim, pale face, with scraggly white hair and green eyes. An icy mist surrounds him at all times, and his breath fogs in the air, no matter the temperature. The ground freezes constantly in an expanding ring from his feet.
Gareth's sole weapon is the sword at his hip, kept in a sheath of the finest opal. It is Soulreaver scourge of a dozen worlds. The blade can cut through anything, magic or mundane. Aside from Soulreaver, Gareth also posses a suit of +2 Plate Mail of Ease.
Gareth owns the Arena, and is in charge at all times that he is present. Currently, he is at Sorcen's Baator.
Brisinaria Shadestalker, Gareth's Wife
Human Female (Lycantherope)
Chaotic Good
Rogue/Fighter/Swashbuckler/Duelist
Brisinaria is a short, thin woman with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She wears no armor, but hanging on her chest is a yellow tabard depicting a snarling red dog. Brisinaria has the look of a predator about her, and even while she smiles warmly at you, you can see her eyes sizing you up. When she moves, it is with grace and agility, and you can't help but notice some of her better...assets.
Brisinaria's weapons are extraordinarily obvious. Belted at her waist are a pair of large knives, and sticks of dynamite swing from her belt near a clockwork lighter. That's everything important she posseses, actually.
In the absence of Jaden and Gareth, Brisinaria is in charge. She is also in charge of orginizing tournaments and multiple-man battles.
Endeca Spellweaver, Chaos Mage
Arctic Elf Female
Wizard/Wild Mage/Chaos Mage
Chaotic Nuetral (leans towards good, but has some definite evil tendancies)
Any description I would give can't do her justice, so here's a picture:
What you see is what you get, besides spells. Endeca is just a Gladiator, and will be arriving back here soon.
Chaos, Primal
Primal Aspect (Chaos)
The Four Progenitors (Order, Chaos, Good, Evil) are beyond class levels
Chaos always looks different, even as you view him. For the sake of your own sanity at any given time, your brain picks out one form for him to be percieved as. His personality is a bit odd; he seems to (sucessfully) hold himself to mutually exclusive standards that would warp your mind should you try to comprehend them. He is nothing, however, if not a lover of a cause.
Despite his name, Chaos has some predictability in his manner. Due to the nature of reality and existence, Chaos has a bit of Order in him, so that he can Manifest in this multiverse. As to weapons and equipment, that pretty much depends on his form.
Powers: Chaos has absolute power over his Aspect, Chaos. Additionally, he can tap into the power of Lesser Aspects that are related to it (Joy, Anger, Fear, Hunger, Lust, Greed, Hormones, and a few others). However, he cannot tap into the power of the other Greater Aspects (Good, Evil, Order).
Lastly, put OOC in spoilers. To do it, type in {sblock=OOC}TEXT{/sblock}, execept with [] instead of {}
If anyone has any further questions, feel free to ask. Have fun! *goes to edit link in sig*
1. There is a 10 gold fee per match. This is purely a roleplaying thing and goes to the matinence of the Arena.
2. There are several match types. First Blood goes to the first person to draw blood from their opponent. A Knockout match goes until someone passes out (there is no surrender). A Yield match goes until someone gives up, passes out, or dies. Finally, there is the Death Match. By Arena rules, there is no mercy.
3. There can be as many as 10 individual matches at any given time.
4. The Arena itself is more or less indestructible; it'll take a Greater Wish to even scratch it.
5. Each contestant is asked to rank themselves (IN CHARACTER). The ranks determine who they may fight, and they are: Weak, Normal, Good, Elite, and God-Like. Be honest people.
When you post a character, use the one's below as guidelines.
Some people of note (Keep in mind that not all classes will be maxed out):
Jaden Blackblade, Arena Operations Director
Human Female
Lawful Good
Paladin/Fighter/Cleric/Complete Badass (not actually a class)
Jaden is a tall, imposing woman with an aura of menace about her. She wears solid black plate mail with the Scales of Justice emblazoned on the front. On her back is the symbol of Chaos, and on her left shoulder plate is the red rose of Life. Finally, on her left shoulder plate, is the black rose of Death. Jaden is pale and thin, with emerald eyes and pale blonde hair that reminds you of bleached bones. Dominating her right cheek is a dark green pentagram.
Jaden's weapons are immediately apparant. On her back is her greatsword, Despair. Her two shortswords, Pain and Suffering, are strapped to her hip. Her other posessions include Gloves of Iaasac's Missle Storm, her suit of +3 Fortification Plate Mail and Boots of Striding and Springing
In the absence of the Arenamaster, Lord Gareth the Cold, Jaden is in charge.
Lord Gareth the Cold, Arenamaster
Human Male
Lawful Good
Ex-Death Knight/Fighter/Cleric/Paladin
Gareth is of middling height, clad in archaic plate mail decorated with grinning demonic faces, from which a frigid mist pours forth. His open-faced helm allows you to see a grim, pale face, with scraggly white hair and green eyes. An icy mist surrounds him at all times, and his breath fogs in the air, no matter the temperature. The ground freezes constantly in an expanding ring from his feet.
Gareth's sole weapon is the sword at his hip, kept in a sheath of the finest opal. It is Soulreaver scourge of a dozen worlds. The blade can cut through anything, magic or mundane. Aside from Soulreaver, Gareth also posses a suit of +2 Plate Mail of Ease.
Gareth owns the Arena, and is in charge at all times that he is present. Currently, he is at Sorcen's Baator.
Brisinaria Shadestalker, Gareth's Wife
Human Female (Lycantherope)
Chaotic Good
Rogue/Fighter/Swashbuckler/Duelist
Brisinaria is a short, thin woman with shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She wears no armor, but hanging on her chest is a yellow tabard depicting a snarling red dog. Brisinaria has the look of a predator about her, and even while she smiles warmly at you, you can see her eyes sizing you up. When she moves, it is with grace and agility, and you can't help but notice some of her better...assets.
Brisinaria's weapons are extraordinarily obvious. Belted at her waist are a pair of large knives, and sticks of dynamite swing from her belt near a clockwork lighter. That's everything important she posseses, actually.
In the absence of Jaden and Gareth, Brisinaria is in charge. She is also in charge of orginizing tournaments and multiple-man battles.
Endeca Spellweaver, Chaos Mage
Arctic Elf Female
Wizard/Wild Mage/Chaos Mage
Chaotic Nuetral (leans towards good, but has some definite evil tendancies)
Any description I would give can't do her justice, so here's a picture:
What you see is what you get, besides spells. Endeca is just a Gladiator, and will be arriving back here soon.
Chaos, Primal
Primal Aspect (Chaos)
The Four Progenitors (Order, Chaos, Good, Evil) are beyond class levels
Chaos always looks different, even as you view him. For the sake of your own sanity at any given time, your brain picks out one form for him to be percieved as. His personality is a bit odd; he seems to (sucessfully) hold himself to mutually exclusive standards that would warp your mind should you try to comprehend them. He is nothing, however, if not a lover of a cause.
Despite his name, Chaos has some predictability in his manner. Due to the nature of reality and existence, Chaos has a bit of Order in him, so that he can Manifest in this multiverse. As to weapons and equipment, that pretty much depends on his form.
Powers: Chaos has absolute power over his Aspect, Chaos. Additionally, he can tap into the power of Lesser Aspects that are related to it (Joy, Anger, Fear, Hunger, Lust, Greed, Hormones, and a few others). However, he cannot tap into the power of the other Greater Aspects (Good, Evil, Order).
Lastly, put OOC in spoilers. To do it, type in {sblock=OOC}TEXT{/sblock}, execept with [] instead of {}
If anyone has any further questions, feel free to ask. Have fun! *goes to edit link in sig*
A cold wind...
The sudden cawing of crows...
The light dims...
These are the signs that Victor Dalthon, The Evolved Lich, The Seeker of the Dead, The Abomination to Life, is near.
Unfortunantly, they are completely inappropriate.
"Gerroff me, you!" The arena door swings open, Victor leaping inside and slamming it shut. A whole murder of crows cackles at him outside.
Victor spits out a few feathers and brushes off his dark coat. As with most liches, Victor is obviously dead: pale grey skin, green pinpoints of light instead of eyes, and flesh pulled so tightly over his bones you could count each one. Oddly, though, he has still has a full head of hair. A jet-black mass, and although it is messy, it is obviously very clean.
Victor wears a dark blue coat that reaches almost to the ground, and a large sword is strapped across his back. His pants, simple slacks, are held up by a heavy leather belt, and leather boots cover his feet.
He suddenly strikes a pose, turning away from the door. "I am Victor Dalthan, The Evolved Lich, The Seeker of the Dead, The Abomination to Life, and I am here for a challenge!"
((I'd say he's rank "Good."))
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Forgot to mention something in the post above, will edit it in. When you post a character, please post it in the way I did above.
Also, hey Wall, sorry for my extended absence from the Arena! I've been working on the new one, and some story arcs, and the tournament, and all kinds of other crap. How's it been?
Also, hey Wall, sorry for my extended absence from the Arena! I've been working on the new one, and some story arcs, and the tournament, and all kinds of other crap. How's it been?
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Barring all the cramming for the end of the semester, been doing fine. You know me, I've been working on some PRCs and such. Having some trouble with some of them, though.
Anyway, I guess I should get rid of the above post?
Victor Dalthan, Firendly Neighborhood Lich
Male Lich (Augmentd Human)
Neutral
Duskblade / Various Templates
Victor is a lich, and looks how most liches do: dessicated, skinny, and mean. He still has skin, although it is pale grey and pulled so tightly across the bones that you could count them. His eyes are pinpoints of green light. His oddest feature, however, is that he still has a full head of hair. A jet-black mass, and although it is messy, it is obviously very clean.
Victor wears a dark blue coat that reaches almost to the ground, and his greatsword, Antipode (+3 Corrosive/Shocking Cold Iron), is strapped across his back. His pants, simple slacks, are held up by a heavy leather belt, and leather boots cover his feet.
Victor carries few magical possesions, aside from a few scroll cases (in his coat) and his sword. His armor is +3 Mithril Chainmail, which fine enough to be hidden under his clothing. He has spent most of his wealth experimenting on his own body, in order to become naturally more poweful (aka templates and undead feats.)
Victor has technically broken the rules with his templating, but his current ones are as follows: Spellstitched (currently hidden) and Swarm Shifter (Grave Dirt).
An Undead Martyr, whom Victor believed he got rid of in that necropolis, may be following him around. Said martyr will be statted out if he shows up.
Anyway, I guess I should get rid of the above post?
Victor Dalthan, Firendly Neighborhood Lich
Male Lich (Augmentd Human)
Neutral
Duskblade / Various Templates
Victor is a lich, and looks how most liches do: dessicated, skinny, and mean. He still has skin, although it is pale grey and pulled so tightly across the bones that you could count them. His eyes are pinpoints of green light. His oddest feature, however, is that he still has a full head of hair. A jet-black mass, and although it is messy, it is obviously very clean.
Victor wears a dark blue coat that reaches almost to the ground, and his greatsword, Antipode (+3 Corrosive/Shocking Cold Iron), is strapped across his back. His pants, simple slacks, are held up by a heavy leather belt, and leather boots cover his feet.
Victor carries few magical possesions, aside from a few scroll cases (in his coat) and his sword. His armor is +3 Mithril Chainmail, which fine enough to be hidden under his clothing. He has spent most of his wealth experimenting on his own body, in order to become naturally more poweful (aka templates and undead feats.)
Victor has technically broken the rules with his templating, but his current ones are as follows: Spellstitched (currently hidden) and Swarm Shifter (Grave Dirt).
An Undead Martyr, whom Victor believed he got rid of in that necropolis, may be following him around. Said martyr will be statted out if he shows up.
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No, no need to be rid of it. That's your In Character entrance. Glad to see you've been doing well, PM me a link if you ever need my help.
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((I'd give stats on my guy, but I wouldn't know where to start, really... would you say some levels of argent savant would be appropriate? Beyond that, I'm kinda stumped... anyways, this place is completely statless/diceless when it's convenient, let's roll! Also, I'd say it's god-like power, no? C'mon, if valor is...))
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Heya Cog, good to see you. I'll give an example on statting a Primal in my first post. Chaos is gonna be a regular visitor. Until then, hunker down and Sblock your OOC posts!
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Part of me doesn't really want to give the guy stats, but thanks for the effort anyway. will statting him mean giving away all moves/restricting myself from new stuff? Also, you do recognize this guy right? Assuming you do, well... this is pre-sorcen's arena, so I rather Chaos stayed out of its business, as the whole redemption/whack some common sense into the guy thing is not going to work.
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I didn't say he'd be here NOW, I said he'd be a regular visitor. Chaos's entry is coming up soon.
Now standing in silence, Victor tries to let his eyes wander around the room. He isn't sure if his at attempts avoiding the... uh, "gaze" of the creature are successful. He clears his throat.
"So, isn't there supposed to be a fight administrator around here?"
Skraal weaselheart
A semi-famous figure around the arena, I think...
Skraal weaselheart
Kobold male
Chaotic good
Soulknife/soulbow/knight(not the class, I mean a mounted fighter)/psion(shaper), more or less.(crap, inadvertantly made him epic.)
personality: either you know or you don't. If you don't, you'll find out pretty quickly.
backstory: yet to be posted, you'll find out alright...
power level: good~elite.
A semi-famous figure around the arena, I think...
Skraal weaselheart
Kobold male
Chaotic good
Soulknife/soulbow/knight(not the class, I mean a mounted fighter)/psion(shaper), more or less.(crap, inadvertantly made him epic.)
personality: either you know or you don't. If you don't, you'll find out pretty quickly.
backstory: yet to be posted, you'll find out alright...
power level: good~elite.
"You certainly are rude. I hope you don't talk that way to every lich you meet, or you're bound to have an 'accident' some day."
Victor crosses his arms, closing what's left of his eyelids.
"I hope there are some more polite challengers here," he mumbles. Then thinking for a moment, he adds: "And maybe some ladies."
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Darned primal imitators... *mutters* :P
Good to see you around, m'friend.
Good to see you around, m'friend.
Ichiata ((No title))
Arch-Wing male
Chaotic neutral
((He does not have a class, just got involved in some ritual that devoted his life to the devil lord guy whom i dont remember his name))
A gaunt and tall near-human man enters the arena. The only thing that is not human about him are two wings of blackened crimson giving off small reflections as he walks that and are attached to his shoulderblades. Following him is a weak but notacable smell of brimstone. He wears obsidian clothing consisting of a cloak and under it a shirt with a few straps and pouchesd pants that have a a pouch carrying unknown items. He wears a sash consisting of dark grey leather and lastly, a sword sheath with several markings with a dim crimson glow that protrudes from the markings.
As Ichiata walks in he places the 10 charred gold peices and signs the waiver for elite.
((There, I thinks thats what you do right?))
((There. I think that was the best entrance i have ever done))
edit: I meant devil, my bad just not focusing
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Alright, Chaos is up. Incidentally, Jaden is out at the moment. Brisinaria is in charge. If you value your survival, you will know fear of her administrative techniques.
OOCDarned primal imitators... *mutters* :P
Good to see you around, m'friend.
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You know, I'm inclined to agree, you're getting waaaaaaay better at this stuff, and fast, well done.
((Ok, i am back. Hey Wall, its been a while.... I think? Anyways here is Ichiata))
Ichiata ((No title))
Arch-Wing male
Chaotic neutral
((He does not have a class, just got involved in some ritual that devoted his life to the demon lord guy whom i dont remember his name))
A gaunt and tall near-human man enters the arena. The only thing that is not human about him are two wings of blackened crimson giving off small reflections as he walks that and are attached to his shoulderblades. Following him is a weak but notacable smell of brimstone. He wears obsidian clothing consisting of a cloak and under it a shirt with a few straps and pouchesd pants that have a a pouch carrying unknown items. He wears a sash consisting of dark grey leather and lastly, a sword sheath with several markings with a dim crimson glow that protrudes from the markings.
As Ichiata walks in he places the 10 charred gold peices and signs the waiver for elite.
((There, I thinks thats what you do right?))
((There. I think that was the best entrance i have ever done))
You know, I'm inclined to agree, you're getting waaaaaaay better at this stuff, and fast, well done.
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Primals are SO NOT OVERRATED. ;)
I made... one... of the first ever ones. So NYER! Don't be original then. :P
I made... one... of the first ever ones. So NYER! Don't be original then. :P
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I did not say they are overrated, but overdone. And I know you made one of the first (some competition there from wresh haltirak by the way, not an actual primal, but competition for fear). I was merely afraid that I would look like a copycat.
Enough OOC stuff, let's get some fighting over here!
Enough OOC stuff, let's get some fighting over here!
Victor sticks out his hand for Skraal to shake... but quickly turns it toward Ichiata. "G'Afternoon, winged one. Who might you be?"
11-31: "I think I will volunteer for project Chaos Lycan."
Canine: "But it's practily untested and have you heard the side effects!"
11-31: "I have also heard of its power. Anyway, we need test subjects and what better place to test."
Canine: "Ok, lets get you a teleportation."
The pair leave and then return 4 hours later.
11-31
Iron golem
Inteligent
possesses an item that lets him shoot fireballs (command word), and a rust gauntlet
He will also have some new modifications due to the project "Chaos Lycan" modifications. I'll wait to show it.
Iron golem
Inteligent
possesses an item that lets him shoot fireballs (command word), and a rust gauntlet
He will also have some new modifications due to the project "Chaos Lycan" modifications. I'll wait to show it.
Ichiata looks up when he is done signing the waiver and begins to speak to Skraal
"Hehe... Well kobold, getting yourself into even
more trouble... with a lich?"
Ichiata totally turns around and trys to join the conversation with Skraal and Victor.
He shakes the lich's hand with slight distaste at touching a corpse, especially when one of his fingers falls off. "err...victor, was it? I'm not sure how to break this to you, but.. I think you dropped this." He carefully picks the dessicated finger off the floor, handing it to the lich.
" y'know, that right there is the last straw, Ichiata. Knockout, two on one, money's on you two. See ya at the arena!"
With that, te kobold and his mount vanish, reappearing in the arena ring and garnering the kind of cheer that the crowd could only give to a favorite.
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Take it to PMs people. Now, on to the roleplaying!
Stretching his hand, Victor glances between the two. "So... you two know each other?"
"Yes most people think i am a demon's aid, but actually a devil's pawn for spreading the powers of hellfire who does not care if i am chaotic... Just as long as there is nobody who upposes my crusades...
Victor bounds over to the two ladies, bowing as he stops. "Allow me to introduce myself," he begins striking another pose. "I am Victor Dalthan, the Evolved Lich, the..."
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He'll take notice of what your two said in a minute, just wait until it hits him.
"I am Victor Dalthan, the Evolved Lich, the.."
"mediocre dead wizard" Skraal finishes. So, are we getting to that match any time soon?"
"Hah!! A lich with lust?! Tell me, how did you get into this "business" Victor?"
"Sorry! Sorry! Old habits. I'm trained to kill spellcasters, and Liches specifically. You okay?"
"Great job Bris, you just punched a customer."
"Be quiet or I'll oganize your bedroom."
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, I would."
Endeca shuts up, fear in her eyes. She glances at the lich.
"Anyone here up for a multi-man scrap? Skraal down there seems to lack an opponent."
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If his attitude is ticking anyone off, don't mind it: He's supposed to be kinda annoying. On the flipside, I do tend to think of him as the high-cha type, one way or another, what do you guys think?
He takes a moment to pull his face out of inside his head, and continues speaking: "I'm up for a mutli-man. Free-for-all, or teams?"
Edit: "I will join in if you let me"
Nerdnumber1
Just how chaotic is "project chaos lycan"?
"Bris, don't -"
The rogue snaps her fingers, and the golem, Skraal, Victor, and
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Instert Jackel's character's name here because I forgot it
(post teleport)
"sheesh, nice place, eh? Say......any of you got spare change? I'm a few gold short of a ressurection... oh, hell, some wizard has got to pay a lot for this." He opens a gate to the arena, and tosses a few rocks, a pouch of spell components and his wallet through before closing it.
"alright, ladies first." he calls out.
cog
It requires combining 2 opposing elementals.
It requires combining 2 opposing elementals.
cog
It requires combining 2 opposing elementals.
"So me and the golem are on one side? Very well. 11-31 ill be in the sky giving airial support."
Ichiata takes flight and stays tyhere, suspended while he waits for 11-31 to initiate an attack.
"Free-for-all, idiot! Gods, someone told me fiends were clever. Here's proof to the contrary."
Skraal seems rather surprised at victor's call: "hang on hang on, you're on my side? Ah well, fine, I'll just have to live with it. Anyway, I promised em to let the ladies go first, so I'll just wait here, right? Oh, hang on, it's a free for all, so you go ahead, I can wait."
Ichiata waits in the sky.
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three cookies to those who spot the source for that quote.
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Skraal actually stopped 11-31\s punch, see above.
Letting out a yelp, the Victor makes a quick gesture, swiftly teleporting behind the golem. He pulls his sword from his back, ready to strike if the golem turns.
With that, Skraal charges on foot, blade at the ready, and slashes at Victor's side. He then thrusts the sword into the ground and uses it to make a 270. turn and end up in front of him, leaving a trail of sparks. Thrusting the sword into his opponent's gut up to the hilt, he grins and waves. "hiya, you miss me yet?"
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Come now Cog, insta-hits?
cog
How can a koblod stop such force?
How can a koblod stop such force?
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Rusting Grasp. Duskblade-dom has it's perks.
Ichiata, as he watches his foes weaken one another he lays down a barrage of crackling white-orange fire, that gives off a large pulse when ladning.
((He has no direct target, just trying to strike as many foes))
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I'm immune to rust.
I'm immune to rust.
But before he can enjoy anymore, he notes a disturbance: Ichiata, right next to him with weapon flashing! And above, the teleporting golem, ready to let gravity do its work.
Victor doesn't even have time to swear. "Well, sh-"
And the golem crashes down.
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Puffs of dust and dirt fly into the air as the golem hits the ground. There is likely a crater, too, possibly in the golem's shape. Was Ichiata under there? Victor doesn't know. For now, he floats on the dust, grains of dirt drifting invisibly to the naked eye.
Ichiatga blows into fire and sulfar leaving a heavily charred skeleton. Ichiata then reappears high up in the sky. Unable to be reached by many attacks. He continuously strikes down bolts of hellfire.
I jumped out, look above. I hope cog comes back soon. Skraal would love to kill you.
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While a few fireb alls hit and a few miss, Ichiata dissappears.
((Yeah im not here at the moment but planning a sneak attack. And, welcome bac Cog))
Skraal smells the strong scent of brimstone nearing him.. Suddenly he is about to be slashed by Ichiata's sword.
((Your call if it succeeds, and you know what the blade does when it cuts into someone or did you read the battle?))
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As it should be, it is your call if it hits. Perhaps you remember a certain... flaw in an iron golem's design?
Still moving, Victor swiftly turns invisible.
The charred skeletons scattered throughout the arena start to animate, except for the one skeleton with runes on it. They all limp and crawl as they move towards 11-31.
((Theres another problem for ya :D !! Enjoy! And Wall they are immune to necrotic effects aside from cleric abilities. Because lich's normaly have necromancer spells. Just want to say it incase you think i say it on the spot because... well you get it.))
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I read it all, but managed to miss out on what it actually does, oh well.Sorry, between last time and now, my computer keeps coming down, I'm back proper now, please edit.
11-31 turns to speed form and tries to punt the lich. "I'm sorry I was rude, but it tends to get people out in the open where they are most vulnerable." He follows up with a fireball.
Surprised, Ichiata dodges the bolt but to close to be safe. While Skraal tries to kick Ichiata down, Ichiata points out the sword towards where Skraal's foot is going to land. Even though he is invisible you can track him with the panting and wheezing, and the occasional sparkling orange blood.
"Forgive and forget. But let us keep it civil, shall we?"
The fireball detonates directly on the lich, but he isn't fazed nor burned. "I've spent some time learning more protective magics. I hope you've noticed? Of course, it is of limited duration, but it should be enough."
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So about the whole "powerful protectice magics coursing through the golem's body" thing that I did last post. That was me trying to cast Protection from Energy on you. Obviously, it's up to you whether it works or not, of course.
11-31 uses a speed form assisted punch at the lich (It is the equivilent of a auto collision.
Evelution huh!? Well if you actually stop acting like a self-centered moron and give some thought into other's capabilities then you may sometimes have a chance toi know what they can do!!
Ichiata after his attack jumps back several feet and waits for Skraal to do something.
((Hey Cog, Ichiata is just saying that because from what i have seen your character does. Though, that may be quite the opposite.))
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As it turns out, yes, that spell does allow spell resistence.
11-31 tries a speed form assisted kick. "Wow, most beings would not be able to stand after the beating you had."
Skraal encases himself in a resilient sphere to avoid the oncoming cataclysm. Then, it happens: with a roar, the ground beneath the three bursts, scything shards of hellish rock. Fists of force slam the three straight down, into the awaiting lava. Hands reach out of the avernian magma, grabbing and dragging them in. The lava begins to burn even more fiercely, as three unmelting diamonds appear in the hands of the combatabts: one each. "that should cover ressurections, and let that be a lesson to you, ichiata!"
"You're really an annoying ratdoglizardthing, you know that? But thanks for the diamond, I think I'll hang on to it." Victor proceeds to heal some more wounds with negative energy.
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see the post above yours and edit, please.
"look, fast as I am, that's not exactly much of a compliment coming from a golem, try harder." He flashes a reptilian grin at the golem below.
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Zing!
"fun with illusions, my friend, fun with illusions."
Zing!
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Glad you liked it.
And Victor continues to watch the fight, still half-reminiscing about his early days as an undead abomination.
Ichiata shouts and combusts into sulfar and fire, leaving ash from the start. He reappears flying at a distance from the others. He combusts into sulfar and fire again, leaving a black skeleton with runes on it that glow. He then reappears flying next to where he just was. As he speaks hbe qheezes and coughs heavily.
why do you think mere lava and lightning will kill me Skraal? Why!? Does Mephistopheles seem to you a joke!?!? TELL ME!!!!"
Ichiata swoops down towards Skraal with his sword slicing through the wind, leaving a dull purple scratch.
11-31 grabs the weasle by the neck and smacks Skraal with it.
((here))
The weasel smacks Skraal full in the face, sending him flying as his mount escapes 11-31's grasp and scuttles off. Luckily, the blow allowed him to escape the slash from Ichiata. Though coughing blood, he still manages to get up and smile, speaking to Ichiata: "did I say anything about Meph? No, all I think is that you're a joke, who you work for doesn't really mean anything to me. Telekinesis though, that's no laughing matter." As he speaks, he attempts to lift 11-31 into tha air, planning to send him flying into Ichiata.
Vicros
Vicros Moonshadow, Lord of the Third House (Parliment of Shadows)
Human Male
Lawful Neutral
Wizard/Shadowcaster/Nocturnomancer
Vicros is tall and slender. He also seems abnormally pale due to his constant exposure to shadow. He wears shadowweave robes.
He is a master of Shadow and arcane magic. For some reason prefers electricity and ice arcane spells.
Human Male
Lawful Neutral
Wizard/Shadowcaster/Nocturnomancer
Vicros is tall and slender. He also seems abnormally pale due to his constant exposure to shadow. He wears shadowweave robes.
He is a master of Shadow and arcane magic. For some reason prefers electricity and ice arcane spells.
Cog
Another weird thing is how you block my attacks. You are a 45lb kolbold and I am a 33 str 5000lb iron golem, even if you block you will be pushed back a little. I mean I was sending the lich flying. I still think that Skraal has the dex to dodge me. (By the way, my running punch/kicks are like auto collisions. Try to stop a car with a baseball bat. )
Another weird thing is how you block my attacks. You are a 45lb kolbold and I am a 33 str 5000lb iron golem, even if you block you will be pushed back a little. I mean I was sending the lich flying. I still think that Skraal has the dex to dodge me. (By the way, my running punch/kicks are like auto collisions. Try to stop a car with a baseball bat.
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Alright guys, I'm noticing a trend here. So, new rule: DO NOT POST ONE-LINERS. Look at Cog, myself, or a few others, for some battle posts. If you want, check out Sorcen's Baator in the Map of the Planes for some other fights. Put some effort into it!
As to Skraal blocking you're crap, he's a Cleric. Clerics are greater than the gods they worship. They are Gods on Cake
As to Skraal blocking you're crap, he's a Cleric. Clerics are greater than the gods they worship. They are Gods on Cake
The unexpecting Ichiata flings to the ground, dropping his scimitar, with several drops of his smoldering orange blood dripping out of his sore but able body. He then speaks his creepy chaotic voice
"I channel Hellfire.... He created Hellfire... To make fun of me is to.... make fun of Mephistopheles.... That i will NOT accept!!!
Ichiata then gets back up on his feet, grabbing the scimitar as he stands then he then brings up his sparkling white halo to avoid the 5k pound golem blasting into him. With that he races with his unusually large speed and tries to jab Skraal following that a slash with his entropic blade.
"Guess I'll have to wait until this brawl ends to fight."
He then sees the waiver and signs up for elite rank.
"Wait... MURK know place!"
MURK looks out into the fight progressing in the arena, and smiles at the participation of Ichiata in the battle. He then looks back to the waver thingy and that strange, black-robed fellow who's doing something with the thing
MURK walks up to it, the expression on his face a mix of anxiety and toughness.
"Ya, MURK know place..."
MURK stares at the waver blankly. Flies buzz around his head.
MURK
Male Orc
Fighter / Exotic Weapon Master / Eye of Gruumsh
Chaotic Neutral
Dull green skin, large teeth, a bulky body, and an apparently empty mind (more empty, in fact, than one could imagine) completes the orcish stereotype.
However, this one's right eye has been put out completely, leaving only a grotesque scar. Not normal amongst orcs.
Hitched to his plated back is a rather large, double-sided and double-ended axe, decorated with what appears to be dried blood (or is it just dirty?), and wickedly-edged to cause maximum pain.
Fighter / Exotic Weapon Master / Eye of Gruumsh
Chaotic Neutral
Dull green skin, large teeth, a bulky body, and an apparently empty mind (more empty, in fact, than one could imagine) completes the orcish stereotype.
However, this one's right eye has been put out completely, leaving only a grotesque scar. Not normal amongst orcs.
Hitched to his plated back is a rather large, double-sided and double-ended axe, decorated with what appears to be dried blood (or is it just dirty?), and wickedly-edged to cause maximum pain.
Alright guys, I'm noticing a trend here. So, new rule: DO NOT POST ONE-LINERS. Look at Cog, myself, or a few others, for some battle posts. If you want, check out Sorcen's Baator in the Map of the Planes for some other fights. Put some effort into it!
As to Skraal blocking you're crap, he's a Cleric. Clerics are greater than the gods they worship. They are Gods on Cake
((I'm not talking about strength or toughness. I'm talking about weight. You could hit a diamond with a metal bat, the diamond would be fine, but it would just move back a little. When I tried to catch the hell fire user, I was pushed back several yards.))
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Skraal isn't a cleric. Largely though, I stop attacks like that for cinematic effect when they aren't ones that matter anyway. Also, consider them backed up by psionics, plus he may be a kobold, but he does have a rather nice strength score I'd say. Another thing about the moves, Skraal is a show-off, and he will go for the showiest attacks he can, plus he won't show any damage at all if he can help it.
((I'd also fight anyone else.))
Ichiata blocks many of the strikes only a few cutting into his with bits of orange blood dripping out the wounds. While Skraal has his sword ((Or whatever he uses for a wep)) facing Ichiata he takes a slash to knock the weapon out of the kobolds hands. Afterwards he tries to cut into Skraal's wounded chest.
"Skraal.... If all you want to do is be greedy and get in rich.... then i have something to tell you... IF i lose Mephistopheles will get mad at me and make me suffer from the inside... Which i do NOT ENJOY!!!!! HERE TAKE SOME MONEY!!!! HERES SOME MORE!!!
When he missed or hit Skraal with the strike to the chest he throws several charred gold coins at him. Then blasting him with several bolts of white-orange hellfire.
((On another note, wouldn't this group be a great adventuring party.))
He parries strike after strike from Ichiata, but finally, it connects. The scimitar slashes him full in the stomach, and he doubles over, coughing blood. "well..so..much for that. You're forgetting something though, and it's going to cost you this battle. I might add, by the way, that it's right behind you. "
With that, the Kobold whistles once, twice, three times and a deep growl, quite definitely different from any cry his mount might make, sounds from right behind him.
Bet
it's not that he made a bet, the crowd has a bet on him, so it's their money or gareth's, whatever happens, it's not his, but it is his problem.
Amazing, he thinks. They fight with some ferocity. Ferocity that I just don't have. And for what? That winged fellow... Itchy... Aichi... Ichiata, that's it. Thrown into a rage at the mere idea that his master might be insulted. Devotion that would make a cleric jealous, it seems.
And the kobold. Outcast from his people? Or their champion? Annoying temperment, though. I know kender that annoy me less. Well, he's as brave as a kender, I'll give him that. And he fights for what? Because he's being bet on? The logic escapes me... He's an interesting one, that Skraal.
As for the golem... Hmph. He fights with the logic one would expect from a denizen of mechanus, but with the personality of a flamboyant human. And he's spoken the least about himself. What are his goals, I wonder?
Victor leans back, staring up into the Avernian sky. I've been a lich for years now. And how close have I come to reaching my own goals? Closer than I was to start, for sure. Maybe I was wrong...
He shakes that thought out of his head. No, no, I've come this far, and so far the experiments have proven to work quite well. I can't have gone through all this trouble just to find out I was wrong.
Victor slides down off the rock, landing lightly on the hard volcanic stones. He straps his sword to his back, and begins to move towards his opponents. Geysers erupt around him, but he pays them no heed. Now within a dozen metres of the fight, the lich swivels his body and partially bends his knees; a stable defensive stance.
So, let's see if this experiment payed off. Victor pulls back the sleeves of his lcoat, revealing swirling scars that look self-inflicted. Upon closer inspection, however, they are revealed to be the old runes of a forgotten tongue. Without a word or a motion, the runes begin to glow with a faint purple light. Not a second passes before arcane power shoots up Victor's forearm and out of his hand; a burst of pure magic, one aimed for the golem, the other for the kobold.
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Barring Lothar vs. Wresh, that's about as melodramatic as I get. Who knows? Perhaps I'll break my record. The beams really don't do anything aside from hurt, but if anyone is hit they can cause something weird to happen, if they wish.
And to think, I was gonna surrender.
And to think, I was gonna surrender.
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I don't really know how to respond to Victor's uber-laser until jakel responds, by the way, your "melodramatic" writing seems to be your best, by a mile.
wallI don't really know how to respond to Victor's uber-laser until jakel responds, by the way, your "melodramatic" writing seems to be your best, by a mile.
He continues to walk towards the group, now slowly unsheathing Antipode from his back. Victor holds it in one hand, the sword dragging along the ground for the next few steps. Then he brings it up to eye level, holding the blade in both hands, his steps quickening.
The lich charges 11-31, sword forward.
11-31 swings around with an iron fist. Following up with a fireball.
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EDIT: Eh, just keep it. I figured you fell on me after I hit you.
Melf's Acid Arrow ignores spell resistence. And keeps corroding, round after round.
EDIT: Eh, just keep it. I figured you fell on me after I hit you.
Melf's Acid Arrow ignores spell resistence. And keeps corroding, round after round.
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40 min of wait and still no jakel, I'm gettin' old here
11-31 seems to wince at the attack, but unleashes fireball after fireball at the lich below him.
Ichiata jumps over Skraal and tries to throw a bolt of white helfire towards his back. Surprisingly, A bolts of pure red energy giving off a glow that radiates a purple toxin springs out his hands towards Skraal.
((I agree this would be one hell of an adventuring party.))
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Except that, I'm pretty sure DR doesn't work against magic. Could be wrong. I'll go look it up.
jakel, wall and nn1
My god, we're actually flipping through the SRD for this fight...what a disaster. And jakel, did you actually read my previous attack? Just asking, cause "uberbolt of hellfire" seems a bit autopilot-y to me.
Ichiata after his bolt of red energy flings from his hands, a ray shot from Victor's hands hits him in the side. He flings to the ground in misery and pain as a large gape in his side opens. His smoldering blood pours out as he whimpers and shouts cusses at Victor. He combusts into fire and sulfar, leaving a grey skeleton and reappearing behind Victor. Then lunging at him with his sword.
nn1
True.
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That's the point, Ichiata won't know until he looks, I just need to know how you respond.
Ichiata as he hears the growls turns around, hoping it is Skraal's mount. He readies his sword in his right hand and a charged bolt of sparkling and crackling white hellfire in the left.
jakel
check your PMs, please.
Suddenly, Ichiata feels a blade against his throat, and the kobold's voice: "now do you know what you forgot? What's gonna make you lose? I'm a kobold, and that means by definition, I'm less fair than you, but I don't lie. I'm right behind you, you forgot about me, and it's gonna cost you the fight. See ya around Ichiata."
With that, he slits the arch-wing's throat.
I will die here and i thank you for your gem of ressurrection.......
He dies and reincarnates in the lobby.
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You keep quoting Victor. Aww, Skraal cares!
As Ichiata turns his back on Skraal, he sees the source of the growl: A small gem with a feral growl emanating from it and a paper attached: "fun with illusions".
You keep quoting Victor. Aww, Skraal cares!
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You keep quoting Victor. Aww, Skraal cares!
"Wuh.... Whu.... What.....? I died and you stood... What?
Ichiata shakes Skraal's hand and sits down near a window trying to talk to the Chaos Mage.
((Very unexpecting. Though i doubt 11-31 will enjoy that :P . Anyhow i will be annoying and debating with Vicros as well as talking to MURK and waiting for a challanger. Till' then!))
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There was no way skraal could beat you, except maybe through that psionic explosion, which seems to have been ignored. 11-31 is still on avernus, and is the only real winner, Skraal was just tossing illusions around (conviniently bypassing arena defences for the sake of plot) to make sure that neither he nor Ichiata get killed.
"Is there no rule against sending other contestants to another plane, using such illusions, or any of the other tactics Skraal used?"
Skraal looks nonchalant, and walks away whistling, calling over his shoulder: "what illusions?"
explanation
Skraal whacked Ichiata, but his last attack as well as 11-31's punch took him down, albeit not without a fuss. He used the confusion from the blast to make an illusion of the other two having lost to make him look like the winner. Then, he enchanted the magic mouth with a suggestion of sorts, so that mentally everyone thinks Ichiata is the winner. Then, he makes their heads even more whacked out, so that they think they are both winners, but don't think it odd. Thus, everyone gets their bets won, and Ichiata doesn't get nuked by mephistopheles.
11-31 is the winner, BTW, but no one needs to know that, least of all the crowd:P.
11-31 is the winner, BTW, but no one needs to know that, least of all the crowd:P.
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Well, everyone who didn't bet on Victor, at least.
Thus, everyone gets their bets won,
Well, everyone who didn't bet on Victor, at least.
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I meant those who bet on Skraal, which are the ones he's concerned about as they might go all torches n pitchforks if they lose. Besides, most of 'em bet on Skraal: remember, crowd favorite.
"I know you are lying about something Skraal... You honestly dont know much about deceit aside from illusion mastery... Im thinking your illusions came into play with that "Ichiata is the winner!"? Either or i have lost respect for you...
((I just want to keep the feud with Skraal and Ichiata if thats ok Cog? They make great rivals. I hope you dont mind
))edit: last post for today
canine: "I'll be back in half an hour."
11-31: "Lets just see how your story checks out, Skraal."
((no problem!))
The fly crosses in front of MURK's one good eye, and lands on it.
MURK blinks.
The fly is shooed off, but not for long. It continues circling around the orc's head. It flies straight into MURK's ear.
And buzzes out the other one.
MURK's Thoughts
**Last time, MURK saw funny waiver thing. You do thing with it, MURK knows you do thing with it. But what thing?
...
Funny stick with small black bottle have to do with it.
...
MURK saw others use thing for thingy thing. How does go? MURK must used thing. Say you can't go fighty fight with no do thing. Funny thing with fingers. Like small swords. Make marks on funny waiver thing. What that called again?
...
Oh no! MURK know now! Itchy-Atta say it. Funny waiver thing magic! Need magic do thing. MURK no know magic! How MURK fighty fight if MURK no know magic!
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Vek! Vek magic! Maybe thing happen if MURK use Vek on funny waiver thing!
Yes, this work.**
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Funny stick with small black bottle have to do with it.
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MURK saw others use thing for thingy thing. How does go? MURK must used thing. Say you can't go fighty fight with no do thing. Funny thing with fingers. Like small swords. Make marks on funny waiver thing. What that called again?
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Oh no! MURK know now! Itchy-Atta say it. Funny waiver thing magic! Need magic do thing. MURK no know magic! How MURK fighty fight if MURK no know magic!
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Vek! Vek magic! Maybe thing happen if MURK use Vek on funny waiver thing!
Yes, this work.**
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I think quite all of us would attract alot of attention from bets. A golem, a lich, and a devil's servant would be just as popular as Skraal.
I think quite all of us would attract alot of attention from bets. A golem, a lich, and a devil's servant would be just as popular as Skraal.
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I'm not implying that your characters are less good, it's just that Skraal is better established, since about page 30 of the first arena thread, and constantly active. Being a crowd favorite is just part of the character concept, and I'm sorryif it offends you.
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I think someone better do something about the orc who's gonna smash the table.
A rune-covered iron golem teleports into the lobby he is wearing a long, black robe. He addrsses the lobby telepathically: "Greetings 11-31 where is the subject."
11-31: "He's the kobold over there."
Mind-reader: "Shall we begin."
((By the way this golem has been honing his craft for most of his 500 year life, he trains 24-7 and has dealt with the best and can't be beaten by simple illusions.))
"But MURK going to fighty fight. And what you mean 'write?' What you doing to waiver thing?"
MURK, who's name must be spelt in capital letters to contain his awesomeness, glares at the strange metal man. The glare is inevitably lessened in effect by the missing eye, but still conveys the message clearly.
**You're made of metal!**
"MURK want fighty fight. But what do with waiver thingy? Waiver thingy..."
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"MURK didn't use waiver thingy before! MURK don't again! Fighty fight!"
And, in truth, MURK had forgot about signing the waiver before he went into a fight last thread. So he seems quite eager to leap out of the window (As seems to be customary) and get fighting.
((MURK will most likely fail as 11-31 is strong, fast, and can shoot fireballs.))
MURK starts off with his traditional salute. Grabbing his double-axe, MURK shoves it flat-wise as close to the golem's face as possible.
"Vek, meet Metal Man. Metal Man, meet Vek."
MURK seems eager to get you two acquainted.
A simple one-two slice with Vek is aimed at the golem's general direction. Strong and fast are the movements, though deliberately pulled.
((11-31 is more polite than other fighters, but seems to show more human emotion during fights after his upgrade))
"You want match? MURK give match!"
MURK grips Vek firmly and performs a breathtaking maneuver. Vek begins to spin around the orc, to the left it spins, then the right, then the left, then the front, behind, and above. It looks almost as though Vek was moving without MURK's manipulation! A fool would be the man to step in his way.
MURK stops Vek suddenly, holding it above his head, then lets out a roar fitting for an orc chieftain. Slamming Vek down on the ground and releasing a cloud of dust in the movement, MURK's muscles begin to bulge and grow. He glares at the golem with his left eye; its pupil has vanished behind what could only be a true orc's rage.
Gruumsh's Rage.
Sidestepping at the last minute, MURK sticks Vek out to the side, in line with the golem's charge, and spins it furiously. A great pinwheel awaits the attack, and MURK's arm twitches in anticipation of a change of course.
Like trees to a lumber mill.
11-31 takes the blade full in the chest but uses the moment when the blade slows to grab it with his Rust Gauntlet in order to use its destructive effect.
The arm springs back reflexively, and MURK instantly and suddenly reverses the spin of Vek, getting it to slide neatly out of the golem's grasp no sooner than it was able to touch the weapon. At the same time, MURK moves himself into a favorable position behind the metal man.
Vek is currently speeding towards the back of 11-31, and already MURK's legs twitch in the anticipation of requiring a backstep.
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Vek ain't adamantium. Vek ain't even a +5 weapon.
And, I just realized this, but this encouter reminds me of a scenario back when MURK was 1st level, when he went alone against a regular triceratops during the one-shot I played him in. Suffice to say, the difference in CR between that encounter and this one is most likely equal.
And, I just realized this, but this encouter reminds me of a scenario back when MURK was 1st level, when he went alone against a regular triceratops during the one-shot I played him in. Suffice to say, the difference in CR between that encounter and this one is most likely equal.
((I have to log off now))
MURK's Thoughts (assuming you can have a conversation in your mind during a rage)
**Huh, that burn is back. One on tummy. Hi, burn! How you feel?
Ow, not good? MURK too. Metal man that has numbers for name — why Metal man have numbers for name? MURK no know counting — shoot perty things that go boom! MURK thought perty things make feel happy. Not feel burning.
MURK need take down Metal Man! But how?
:lightbulb
MURK bat perty things away with Vek! Whack things back Metal Man's way! They go boom his face! MURK win! MURK get perty gifts. MURK get pie!
Human pie!
Yes, this work.**
Ow, not good? MURK too. Metal man that has numbers for name — why Metal man have numbers for name? MURK no know counting — shoot perty things that go boom! MURK thought perty things make feel happy. Not feel burning.
MURK need take down Metal Man! But how?
:lightbulb
MURK bat perty things away with Vek! Whack things back Metal Man's way! They go boom his face! MURK win! MURK get perty gifts. MURK get pie!
Human pie!
Yes, this work.**
"Wow, this orc makes that lich look like a human child."
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And I know you know that MURK doesn't know but I know.
But since, as I mentioned earlier, MURK is most likely doomed to failure no matter what (see my earlier sblock regarding the similarity of encounters previously fought and currently fighting), he might as well go out because of his stupidity rather than any physical weakness. It saves a bit of his ego.
But since, as I mentioned earlier, MURK is most likely doomed to failure no matter what (see my earlier sblock regarding the similarity of encounters previously fought and currently fighting), he might as well go out because of his stupidity rather than any physical weakness. It saves a bit of his ego.
11-31 continues the fireball attack. ((By the way, he uses a standard action per attack.))
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MURK is still better than the lich I just fought. He died while being baked under my 5000lb frame.
MURK is still better than the lich I just fought. He died while being baked under my 5000lb frame.
MURK swings Vek at the first little perty thing he sees.
And it connects! MURK expects 11-31 to be hurting a lot very soon.
Then the exploding happens. Again.
**Skipping through all the pain and agony and stuff...**
MURK is now on one knee, using Vek to lean on, and holding out his other hand in the "stop" gesture. Burns are most likely covering more of his body than should be possible.
"MURK can't bat perty things away, MURK can't bear heat from perty things! What MURK do?" *Hack, Cough* "MURK no know do anything! MURK like... uhm... what word..."
Too bad MURK was never taught the word for "concede."
"Wait... MURK rage..."
...And falls unconscious right in the middle of the doorway.
"an' all that for doing you a favour.Look, I could have done without this, but I was the one who had some pity somewhere...left coat pocket, I believe. Anyway, I did that so you wouldn't get killed by mephistopheles, so long as we have that clear, some gratitude won't kill ya, but I might. I'm just lettin' ya know, just in case ya keep this up: There's worse things than your boss, and you're talking to the only one alive."
((no problem!))
With that confident yet, self-centered remark Ichiata shouts. Not that "pain and chaos" shout but more of a divine shout. He tries to talk but can hardly make out a word. All that happens is he collapses and tries to get back up. Suddenly Skraal feels the worst and most sorrowful feeling in his soul
You... you think you are better than me? HAH!! Beleive me kobold this sod apprentice is loyal and reliable to quite some distance beyond you. But he is a mere hundreth of my capabilities. I am almost to a success in my crusade of hellfire and a underdeveloped, overprivelage, snob of a kobold will not stop me!!!!
Skraal suddenly collapses and starts twitching. He visions flashbacks of gruesome and horrific moments in Baator's upbringing. The he sees Mephistopheles at his throan with what seems to be Skraal's soul hanging by a spectral chain.
And if you still think I am a lesser of you..... I think you have seen enough
Skraal stands up as well as Ichiata.
((Hey there Cog, I just wanted to make it seem like you offended the devil. This did nothing more than scare Skraal for the moment and whatever you want to add. And this came into the spirit, not the mind))
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Fair enough, but using touch spells that didn't even work or counter charging me was not the smartest. I will will fight you when Victor returns. I still have some buisiness with Skraal.
Fair enough, but using touch spells that didn't even work or counter charging me was not the smartest. I will will fight you when Victor returns. I still have some buisiness with Skraal.
"M-MURK? Well hello....... hehe i wish you won that battle..... Such a strong opponent should have done more than a few scratches on..... a metal... monster..."
edit: He knows MURK is asleep.
"Hello again."
"Hello, Vicros. What do ya want?
edit: directed towards Vicros
Ichiata starts off by throwing a bolt of white hellfire towards Vicros.
He then starts to fade becoming less and less solid.
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Its hellfire, divine magic. I guess he could absorb it but it would later kinda haunt him. Soul Harvesting, Mephistopheles. That stuff. I would recommend dodging it.
Vicros floats into the air and casts a spell on himself. The bolt of energy just deflects off of him and into the wall.
Ichiata then runs up to Vicros after he deflected the attack, and tries to cut into Vicros's robes with his scimitar. Then he attempts a punch into the face and a kick to the shin. Then he dismounts Vicros and pulls up his halo of crackling white hellfire to keep his foe at a more safe distance.
((If you were gonna reply, my bad i thought you were done with your turn and you can disregaurd this post. Your decision if these attacks work))
He then flings a small speck of black at Ichiata.
"Common mistake, most people don't forget after the first time though."
((Last post for today. Feel free to have Ichiata return to the lobby until I get back on.))
Ichiata suddenly reappears in the arena. Stunned and confused by the summoning
"What...? What just happened?" Ahh who cares i will wait for that Vicros to reappear..."
((anyone is free to talk to Ichiata))
"Well, When i finish my explanation i will be wanting a particuler magic item... My powers come from souls yes, that is true. Why without the souls provided by Merithale's sword i could not continue my combat without the soul harvesting technique devil use. And if i were to tap into that power i would be in trouble with my Supreme Lord Mephistopheles *prays for apology*. My bolts of hellfire, my sword, my martial prowess and a few other tricks i will not tell do not require souls. But the rest do. I will demonstrate my soul draining abilitys...
In an instant his left hand turns pitch black with negartive energy eminating from it. He touches a man ((assumably weak gladiator)) and he drops to the ground leaving a burnt area where he touched his skin and a nearly invisible whisp coming into Ichiata's hands. He looks slightly more durable.
"That is how it works. Now, about my item... Since I gave you valuable information of my techniques. Now i will require a Wand of Ice and Sand. Seeing your an honest golem i think you will accept my terms...
((This was just a magic item i thought would be cool and allows these spells.
sandbolt (20 charges) ((some book i read and i thought was cool)
icebolt (25 charges) ((Same as above))
I need a better arsenal so... yeah))
Ichiata takes ten scorched gold peices and drops them on the table. He decides not to take the stairs and flies out the window and waits for 11-31 to follow.
11-31 takes the hellfire in the head and torso, but ignores them as he breaks into a sprint, his right arm glowing red, and delivers a combination punch-fireball strike.
Ichiata then combusts nearly 9 times, leaving 3 skeletons with odd runes on it: One has innactive runes on it, the other two have red glowing runes. The rest are just their reguler burnt body.
Suddenly the skeletons animate ((except for the ones with runes)) and start to creep towards 11-31. As that happens Ichiata snags the skeletons with runes and takes flight.
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Traugott Vinzenz
Human Male
Chaotic Neutral
Barbarian / Frenzied Berserker
Traugott Vinzenz is an imposing figure, standing nearly 7 feet and being composed almost entirely of muscle. Although they can't be seen, most of his body is covered in deep scars from countless battles. A mass of blonde reaches down past his shoulders, completely untamed (and unwashed). He is in the prime of life, hardly into his mid twenties.
Traugott wears no armor, trusting in his "skill" to get him through tough fights. He wears a loose shirt and trousers, held up by an old rope. Heavy boots are strung all the way up his shins. Among magic items, Traugott has a large blade he simply calls Father's Sword (a +1 Anarchic Blood-letting Adamantine Mercurial Greatsword), aptly named as it was, in fact, his father's sword. Along with his Boots of Speed and Amulet of Plane Shift, Traugott this is his entire magic item collection.
Traugott keeps a napsack, which contains some old trail rations, extra rope, a few coins, and a magical amulet that produces a specific Silent Image effect.
Traugott Vinzenz
Human Male
Chaotic Neutral
Barbarian / Frenzied Berserker
Traugott Vinzenz is an imposing figure, standing nearly 7 feet and being composed almost entirely of muscle. Although they can't be seen, most of his body is covered in deep scars from countless battles. A mass of blonde reaches down past his shoulders, completely untamed (and unwashed). He is in the prime of life, hardly into his mid twenties.
Traugott wears no armor, trusting in his "skill" to get him through tough fights. He wears a loose shirt and trousers, held up by an old rope. Heavy boots are strung all the way up his shins. Among magic items, Traugott has a large blade he simply calls Father's Sword (a +1 Anarchic Blood-letting Adamantine Mercurial Greatsword), aptly named as it was, in fact, his father's sword. Along with his Boots of Speed and Amulet of Plane Shift, Traugott this is his entire magic item collection.
Traugott keeps a napsack, which contains some old trail rations, extra rope, a few coins, and a magical amulet that produces a specific Silent Image effect.
Ichiata, as 11-31 walks over to the skeletons, throws several bolts of white hellfire at 11-31's gauntlet of rust, then he takes out a scroll ((Greater dispell magic)) and casts it on on the gauntlet of fireballs.
11-31 turns to Ichiata and teleports ontop of him and tries to grab and pummel him all the way to the ground.
((Oh well))
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Dispel Magics on Magic Items supress their abilities for a few rounds.
((Its up to you what happened, Ichiata is almost out of souls and is almost knocked out and like 700 bolts of hellfire rained down on 11-31, and around him. You decide who wins))
Ichiata, who is barely councious, takes the fireball. He falls out the sky and lands on 11-31.
Its a draw!
"Good game Ichiata. Looks like I'm improving. Mabye we can fight again sometime."
Ichiata walks off into the hallways, his hands pitchblack and glowing, touching everyone ((weak gladiators)) he walks by.
"Why thank you. This will greatly increase my capabilities."
...
"Human-head sandwich good... MURK happy..."
*Zzz*
Apparently, MURK seems to be feeding himself in his sleep, as he unconsciously gets out some dried — bacon? — from his pack, and starts chewing it. The floor around MURK is quickly becoming wet with drool.
around 6 minutes later Ichiata reappears in the lobby ((Smoke, fire and sulfar technique)) and then watches all the lesser fights.
Jakel
Rewinding...
Unfortunately for you, Skraal is gonna take that so personally, get some popcorn and enjoy...
Rewinding...
With that confident yet, self-centered remark Ichiata shouts. Not that "pain and chaos" shout but more of a divine shout. He tries to talk but can hardly make out a word. All that happens is he collapses and tries to get back up. Suddenly Skraal feels the worst and most sorrowful feeling in his soul
You... you think you are better than me? HAH!! Believe me kobold this sod apprentice is loyal and reliable to quite some distance beyond you. But he is a mere hundredth of my capabilities. I am almost to a success in my crusade of hellfire and a underdeveloped, overpriveleged, snob of a kobold will not stop me!!!!
Skraal suddenly collapses and starts twitching. He visions flashbacks of gruesome and horrific moments in Baator's upbringing. The he sees Mephistopheles at his throne with what seems to be Skraal's soul hanging by a spectral chain.
And if you still think I am a lesser of you..... I think you have seen enough
Skraal stands up as well as Ichiata.
((Hey there Cog, I just wanted to make it seem like you offended the devil. This did nothing more than scare Skraal for the moment and whatever you want to add. And this came into the spirit, not the mind))
Unfortunately for you, Skraal is gonna take that so personally, get some popcorn and enjoy...
As Ichiata is watching the lesser fights ((And tuning in and out)), he suddenly stops, stands up and stares at nothing. Suddenly he flings to the ground ((jumps up and flies down into the ground)). As he moans in shock and pain a Arch-Wing a bit shorter, thinner, and more feminine appears next to him. They wear practically the same clothing aside from a few belts in different areas, a larger lighter sash, and looser clothing.
"Well..... Ichiata. What are you doing? Do you like the taste of dirt because your low enough to be it or did you just fall?"
((Just like Jaden, total bad ass. Hope you enjoy her cocky attitude!))
Seeing what Ichiata just did.
"I guess our fight will have to wait."
She pauses for a moment, then she turns around and places a platinum peice that, for some reason do not look charred or land with a sizzle. She animates some dark grey ink ((Not black)) and writes with it on the waiver "elite". She walks down the stairs, blankly and calmly.
She levitates some surrounding rock and gravel and flings it towards Vicros.
Without saying a word Vicros flings a silver Shuriken shaped like a snowflake at her feet.
"I believe I saw Ichiata use that trick so I am not letting you near me."
Then after her remark she conjures a a soft and silent ray of dark grey light. (Ray of Enfeeblement). Then following the ray she stares at Vicros (gaze).
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Yeah, drama,I know... anyways, what's he going to do? Skraal is capable of messing him up majorly, and even permanently with his truename. Oh well...
Mindreader: "Fine, but do not rob my bretheren of honors that are rightly their's again. If you do, I might have to kill you."
"Well, It seems Dusque has finally came to this cesspool of combatants. Humph this i do not enjoy.......
___________
While Vicros murmers to himself about what he can do Dusque attempts to grab his arm again, before attempting to possess him
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Bit busy now, so maybe later? Also, I rather he won, as he has the advantage of being very badly upset, and he is not someone you want to get on the wrong side of.
"AKK!! Woooo...... A "mindreader"... "mindreader" against a creature that cant do anything but show off and beat up people..... Humph Skraal, please beat this weakling..."
((It still works even if it isn't visible and this is a save or die.))
((Got to go again. AAAAArgh Will I Ever Be Able To Finish A Battle.:headexplo Same as last time feel free to let her return to the lobby.))
cog
This guy makes 11-31 look like a child (which is fitting).
This guy makes 11-31 look like a child (which is fitting).
"Well, hag. Im not as happy as a normal family would greet relatives. Infact, i am not going to call you family, more like a demon's playtoy. What do you want?
"Demon's...... playtoy? HAH! I am not going to continue this conversation you toothpick of a Gorristro... Anyways I have come to tell you that father has been injured by a inhumane, self-centered, stuck up kobold. If you happen to see one that looks like.........
*pauses*
As Ichiata looks at the peice of papyrus he freezes. He looks up from the sheet of nile plant and glares at Skraal in the same fashion of Dusque. They both glare at Skraal in the most hateful way you could ever see from two Arch-Wings.
"Skraal? You injured.... father? I shall kill you!!
"Calm down!!! We shall wait for a responce from this dim-witted demon of an invertabrea..."
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Nope, not Victor.
"What the hell do ya want!?"
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Likely, but I don't think the character would feel particularly comfortable talking to a giant hunk of magical metal. At least not initially.
((Wall: your character would most likely have better luck with one of the golems))
Likely, but I don't think the character would feel particularly comfortable talking to a giant hunk of magical metal. At least not initially.
"Lothar is the only being i think you are talking about. Yes he was here went off with some dargon lovers to a garden rules by Lafali. And if thats the not right guy then shut up and leave me alone."
Ichiata blankly stares aty Skraal with a dark face.
edit: If anyone actually cares about their age they look around 22-25
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Wow, I, uh, wasn't actually expecting her to know who Lothar is. Was she in the arena last thread?
OOC
Well i know, but she is a spellcaster, she can use like status and scry and the like
Moving over to the registration desk, Traugott examines the waiver closely. Picking up the pen, he fills in his name (misspelling his own surname, scribbling it out, and re-writing it smallishly) and time that he entered. He pauses to consider his rank, but after a moment proudly signs as "Good."
Thanks to the magical healing properties of sleeping featured in any CRPG, MURK has also managed to heal himself of most burns and bruises.
Now he's awake. And quite startled to see Itchy-Atta literally talking to himself. Or herself.
MURK's Thoughts
**There's ... one... seven... three of them! Which one which?! MURK no had ale, how MURK see three at this time of day?
Leave to it. MURK hung over. Others here? M-- Ah! Strong Man! Big arms! MURK like! But what Strong Man do funny waiver thingy?
Make no sense! How Strong Man know magic? Strong men no know magic! MURK strong man, MURK no know magic! Must talk.**
Leave to it. MURK hung over. Others here? M-- Ah! Strong Man! Big arms! MURK like! But what Strong Man do funny waiver thingy?
Make no sense! How Strong Man know magic? Strong men no know magic! MURK strong man, MURK no know magic! Must talk.**
The two Arch-Wings totally discontinue the thought of Skraal injuring father or the crowd gathering around them. Instead the two keep trying to make them even madder at eachother.
"Well!! Atleast when father was successful on controlling another town i did not get drunk with 17 kegs of white rum!! Then go and swagger around the dang town that was conquered!! Who does that!?"
"Yeah!! Well I did not EVER compliment a demon to save my own skin!! How dare you do that!!
"Well... Well..... You burned down the Temple of Fire!!! By misusing your gift of Hellfire!!
"*gasp* YOU FIEND!!!!! I should have killed the pitful shaman before you convinced him into bringing your hated, filthcovered soul back into our once more peaceful community!!!"
They both pauses from lack of breath. Panting and still holding onto their weapons before something else happens.
"...Writin'."
"Writin'? So that what called."
"...Ya' wanna write?"
"...Pen make "magic" for you."
"O RLY?"
((Yes, he says it just like that))
Ichiata cant prevent him from starting to laugh after the dramatic arguement. He walks up to MURK takes a ((MURK's laymans terms right here)) a black stick and hand it to MURK. Then Ichy-Atta tell MURK to scribble on paper...
"There, now you can do magic to! Youll really intimidate foes now! *snickers*"
Surprisingly enough, the words "MURK" and "Good" end up written incredibly neatly and in cursive on their proper place on the waiver.
MURK turns to smile at Itchy-Atta.
"Yay! MURK know magic!"
edit: ((I honestly think MURK should be atleast great ranking or Elite. He almost did beat Ichiata who is an Elite))
"So pen is more might than sword... Old guy say so. But it small! MURK keep?"
((MURK might change his mind on what he wrote if someone talked him into it. It's not like he understands the ranking system or anything.))
"HE WHAT?!?"
"Oh shut up you hag... Like you have not been beaten by a massive brutal eye of Gruumsh? Oh right, you have!!
Dusque silently blows up but stays quite
"Anyways, MURK I think you should be an elite. But thats my opinion you could be with the weak group of people like Traugott if you want ofcourse..."
And MURK draws a single line through the 'Good' he wrote down, and writes in 'Elite.' The word once again appears perfectly stylized and in cursive.
MURK turns back to Ichiata.
"MURK mean ask, why three Itchy-Atta's?"
Suddenly Dusque dissappears and then Ichiata freezes. He somehow punches himself 3 times in the face then MURK 4 in the platemail he is wearing. Lastly Ichiata headbutts MURK and Ichiata falls over, seemingly.... uncouncious.
"Treat your undead sister with such disrespect again you wont be as alive..."
The punches MURK grunts in surprise at, but the headbutt draws no response from the orc at all.
"Huh? But we not fighty fight yet! Why Itchy-Atta attack? Where other one go?"
MURK looks around for Dusque, searching in the corners and behind the curtains. Lifting up random gladiators to check under their shoes. MURK finishes his search by attempting to lift up Ichiata.
Suddenly an incorporeal hand comes out of MURK's stomach.
((Last post for today, getting kinda board that its just us talking. well, cya))
Ichiata turns and looks at the mind reader. He snickers and speaks in a sarcastic and honest way
"AKK!! Woooo...... A "mindreader"... "mindreader" against a creature that cant do anything but show off and beat up people..... Humph Skraal, please beat this weakling..."
((sarcastic and honest?))
"that," says the kobold "is the last thing I need... and I don't care what you think mephistopheles is, that was not doing you any good... besides, if I know him, that hasn't scratched your precious little devil.."
Fortunately for Skraal, this isn't his first time in the presence of a telepath, he knows what to do... he visualizes himself teleporting behind the golem, initiating a backstab, and lets his subconcious, too overshadowed by his concious thoughts to be detected, do the rest.
The kobold leaps into the air, sword raised, and brings it down onto the golem's head. A split second before it connects, he teleports to the golem's side, making a quick stab at the construct's arm.
OOC
I know telepaths can't use astral constructs and Skraal would most likely notice. The character will explain if asked. If you had trouble with 11-31 then you're dead.
I know telepaths can't use astral constructs and Skraal would most likely notice. The character will explain if asked. If you had trouble with 11-31 then you're dead.
while holding up Ichiata with one hand, MURK attempts to grab the hand, presumably so he can eat it again and get his lunch back inside his stomach where it belongs.
Inevitably failing to grasp it, MURK puts Ichiata back down, and then tries to use both of his hands to grab at the spectral hand.
"MURK no know had hand for lunch... Ooh! Fighty-fight! MURK watch!"
He turns his attention to what appears to be a fight between the funny kobold and the second metal-man (**MURK see three Metal Man! Where three MURK?**) about to heat up, the spectral hand all but forgotten.
Dusque floats in the same area where she hovered while MURK toyed around with her spectral arm, that was sticking out of his stomach. She looks dissappointed since the orc has to short of a tension span to care anymore about her tricks.
Ichiata attempts to stand back up while staggering a few steps backwards as he wakes up. He catches a glimpse of Skraal combating the mindreading golem and immediatly stops. He walks up to the window where he saw Skraal and gazes out of it.
"Ichiata, what are you-"
"Shut up and watch!"
Dusque drops the argument and watches the battle. She remembers Skraal and how he injured "father" and almost immediatly starts to cheer for the mindreader, and cuss at Skraal.
((Ichiata was knocked out and Dusque does not normally remember everything about what happened before an argument. Future reference))
Vicros reappears in the arena.
"Sorry about that. I had severly urgent buisiness to attend to. So which one of you two wants to continue?"
"You still want to fight? Tough!!
Dusque looks back out the window and continues to swear at Skraal
((Its not you LivingShadow, their deity was almost killed by Skraal.))
Vicros walks over to watch the fight.
As everybody watches the fight between Skraal and the mindreading golem, A tall teifling enters the room. His jagged, unruly hair veils his forehead and dissappears in a ponytail under his cloak. His arms are equipped with black bracers, and a silk swathe covers half of his bare chest. He wears a long ripped and torn cloak with some strange symbols dipped in a gold-red color. The cloak covers most of his body and all of his back. His longs shorts are a maroonish green that fold up to about a few inches below his knees. His shoes are no more than dirty cloth wrapped around his feet. Lastly a large sword that has a wicked curve at the end is grasped in his hands.
Enku
Teifling male
Chaotic Neutral
(he does not really have a class but is a expert in martial combat and spellcasting)
Enku takes ten gold peices out of his pouch and places them on the table. He signs the waiver as elite and watches the battle.
((Feel free to talk to him))
"Oh, me? Uhh... Sure... But first, I need to talk to Ichiata and ummmm Dusque?"
"WHAT DO YOU......... oh..... I apologize.... Umm what do you require... uhh... Sir?"
Dusque turns around to see what Ichiata is sucking up to and then freezes. She bows in fear and respect of the teifling.
"What n-news do you bring?"
"Well, Our nest is being raided by paladins. They are killing all of our people, and we did not do a crime."
Ichiata and Dusque both vanish; Ichiata combusting into fire and sulfur and Dusque dissappearing into the shadows.
"Ok, golem. Im ready.
Enku walks down the staircase and enters the arena, waiting for 11-31
Enku dissappears and reappears next to the golem's side and tries to kick 11-31 in the shin. Then, afterwards Enku attempts to throw a bolt of bluish white energy that crackles with glowing energy.
As 11-31 gets nervous by what the curse is, Enku attempts to touch the rust gauntlets, temporarily turning them into reguler metal gauntlets.
"Which I can not do..."
Enku takes the kick to the face and flings back a few feet. He then waves his arm and a light blue sheild of whispy energy appears before him. The fireball is decimated at impact of the sheild and then the sheild reforms into a bolt of the blue-white energy struck at 11-31 before. Nearly a second afterwards the bolt races towards 11-31's chest.
edit: I should have told you guys he used status, my bad.
Enku is punched in the face and flies about 16 yards. Then the fireball strikes his on the stomach. He looks unconciouss, but the mouth does not say so.
Enku teleports somewhere hiding, leaving a carcass of an unknown animal. Then he summons 3 harpoon spiders that race towards 11-31. Lastly to finish his move, 5 iron golems that look similer to 11-31 swirl in his mind, attempting to confuse him.
MURK's Thoughts
**Who MURK cheer?
Metal man beat MURK. Metal man looks like win. Has big fire and burning.
But man in cloak made Itchy-Atta go bye. Like no care. Cloaked man run circles round Metal man. And spiders!
MURK no know. 'Haps MURK no cheer all. 'Haps...
MURK cheer!**
Metal man beat MURK. Metal man looks like win. Has big fire and burning.
But man in cloak made Itchy-Atta go bye. Like no care. Cloaked man run circles round Metal man. And spiders!
MURK no know. 'Haps MURK no cheer all. 'Haps...
MURK cheer!**
The three harpoon spiders all circle around 11-31 and fire their harpoons at each of 11-31's arms. While they try to hook onto his limbs several bolts of crackling white hellfire streak towards the golem.
((The mindreader will most likely win. Skraal had problems with the novice 10 year old 11-31. This guy is 500+))
Several more astral constructs block the attacks and start to swarm over Skraal as a huge winged construct starts to form behind him. Several twin crisis of life powers are used on Skraal ((each is a save or die and even success means 7d6 damage so this will start to add up.)) "You cannot win it is two against one." He maintains the two voices in unison.
((The mindreader will most likely win. Skraal had problems with the novice 10 year old 11-31. This guy is 500+))
((He wasn`t born yesterday, he has some tricks. Plus he is really,reallyupset))
Skraal sighs heavily before speaking "I know, sporting, aren`t you? Luckily, so am I."
Skraal begins to look ragged from the onslaught of psionics, but makes a few gestures and seems revived again. "stone heart now, the real one is on a demi-plane for now, good luck findin` it." He tumbles away from the constructs, and fishes around in his pockets, revealing a small, gray slime. "This," he says with a smile "is anti-psionic ooze, attuned to you, I might add. I`m sure you`ll learn to like your new pet n all, but for now, live with it." With that, he tosses it at the golem, and the ooze begins to embed itself in the winged construct.
"Look, I really don't have the time for you...seriously, how long are you gonna take?"
Suddenly, the kobold falls to the ground, seemingly unconcious. At the same time, the constructs all begin to shamble towards their creator, ready to attack, and the golem hears a small voice in its mind "That's right, I'm right here..pretty crowded, innit?"
After the strike 11-31 shoots one quick shot in the general direction of the hellfire then continues his healing. ((How strong are those spiders, he has DR15/adamantium and is being healed 5 damage per fireball.))
Just so you guys dont get confused :D
((The harpoon spiders are dread, and they are not trying to harm 11-31. Just make him immoble. The wis and int drain begins around now))
The fireball blows up into smoke and dust as the screaming bolt of hellfire continues on
"You know you cant win 11-31. From what i have heard from Ichiata you have lost to Ichiata once and drawed with him twice (i think). And I am atleast twice his power. I intend to win this match."
After the ghostly teifling spoke to 11-31 through his concience Enku flings three more bolts of hellfire towards 11-31 and casts bull's strength on the dread harpoon spiders.
As the harpoon spiders become stronger and more able they start to launch both their fangs towards 11-31's arms and legs.
"Hello."
"Humph, fair enough. 11-31 go attend to what you must, I will be bringing in our two most favourite brats back."
He teleports into the lobby. While in the lobby he makes awkward hand gestures. Then Dusque and Ichiata reappaear in the lobby. In the same way Ichiata combusts and reappears.
"WHO THE HE-..... Oh.... I-I err... forgive me lord and master."
Dusque starts to snicker but gets a cruel glare from Enku. She is immediatly aware to stop what she is doing.
"You two do what you want. Fight like you normally did. I will be tending to this crisis in the nest."
Enku combusts into fire and sulfar leaving a displacer beast's skeleton.
"HI!", he shouts in a rather unnecessarily loud voice. MURK looks down on Vicros, who he can only consider to be a weakling (due to the, paleness and, well, lack of a real weapon).
He glances at Dusque and Ichiata.
"But won't MURK beat you up?"
Dusque quickly looks at Ichiata then back at Vicros
"Yes, brother. I think we should both fight him. What do you say Vicros?"
To Dusque and Ichiata: "I guess that would be okay, but to make it fair."
Vicros's shadow lengthens and an exact copy of him rises out of it.
The original says "Will a Two on Two battle to knock-out be okay?"
"Itchy-Atta think guy tough? But he no strong!"
MURK turns back to look at Vicros closely.
"But he know magic? Guy know magic? MURK know magic too!" MURK is all too happy to demonstrate as he takes out his pen from wherever he put it. Lets say, his pants. MURK waggles the pen in front of Vicros.
Ichiata takes a dozen charred gold coins while Dusque levitates 10 out of his pouch. Dusque then goes through the wall to the arena while Ichiata glies out the window. They both patiently wait for Vicros and his shadow counterpart.
Dusque fades away and reappears next to Vicros, She then attempts to touch him. While Ichiata bolts towards Vicros, He draws his sword and attempts to cut at the shadow. But nearly half of a second before he does his sword switches towards Vicros.
"MURK know magic! But magic flashy, yeah? Why black stick no flashy?"
((MURK thinks that writing is a type of magic. Blame Ichiata for that.))
((It is a force effect.))
"You say thingy-thing with black stick," MURK asks as he makes writing movements with the pen in his hand (More like attempting to stab something with the pen!), "Not magic? What good thingy-thing with black stick if black stick no magic?!"
After that attack Vicros can hear the strong scent of brimstone.
((
I have to go again. As before they can go to the lobby. WILL I EVER BE ABLE TO FINISH A BATTLE?:headexplo ))"Shut up!! Dont let MURK know that! He will get mad at you if you tell him he cant do magic!"
Dusque surpisingly backs him up
"MURK. If you listen to this guy, dont beleive him! He is trying to trick you into beleiving you dont know magic! And you do!"
MURK's thoughts
**MURK confused. Happen lots.
Metal man say MURK no know magic. Metal man say thingy-thing with black stick no magic. Just talk with paper.
Other Itchy-Atta say MURK know magic. Other Itchy-Atta say Metal man lie!
Metal man sense; black stick no flashy. Magic flashy. Perty things go 'boom' flashy. Spiky ball flashy. Making spiders flashy. Black stick no flashy. Black stick no magic! Make MURK no happy.
Other Itchy-Atta sense; Metal man lie. Itchy-Atta learn MURK magic. Metal man say magic learn. MURK learn. MURK know magic. MURK smart. Make MURK happy.
MURK listen other Itchy-Atta, MURK happy. Yay! :D **
Metal man say MURK no know magic. Metal man say thingy-thing with black stick no magic. Just talk with paper.
Other Itchy-Atta say MURK know magic. Other Itchy-Atta say Metal man lie!
Metal man sense; black stick no flashy. Magic flashy. Perty things go 'boom' flashy. Spiky ball flashy. Making spiders flashy. Black stick no flashy. Black stick no magic! Make MURK no happy.
Other Itchy-Atta sense; Metal man lie. Itchy-Atta learn MURK magic. Metal man say magic learn. MURK learn. MURK know magic. MURK smart. Make MURK happy.
MURK listen other Itchy-Atta, MURK happy. Yay! :D **
((rust))
"SEE!? You do know magic. You even know evocations! 11-31 was lying."
Then Dusque uses telekinesis to move the wand around in MURK's hands then she transforms a rock into a pile of sand
"And transmutations!"
Ichiata and Dusque both grin at eachother.
edit: ((Cog, I think it is a stone golem with sparkly stuff on it))
MURK laughs and claps his hands at what 'he' is able to accomplish. Taking back the pen from the air, he puts it back in his pants where he keeps it. MURK then starts singing using a voice even worse than his normal speaking voice, and in that neener-neener tone,
"MURK know magic! MURK know magic!"
Oh yeah, MURK's definitely ready for another round with someone, armed with his magic black stick of DOOM!
"MURK, Now that you know about spells you can not use them whenever you want. I dont use magic i use supernatural abilitys. If you keep using your magical stick of DOOM then it will drain your life force."
to Ichiata Ugh... I really dont like how we must be kind to eachother to make sure Mephistopheles does not overstress himself with distributing abilities to our kind.
to Dusque Neither do I sister. Hopefully Skraal wont go berserk with lord Mephistopheles. We should keep an eye on Skraal and make sure he does not get angry. I heard hbe still has a connection with Mephistophele's life force and if he were to go in a arge...... well......
The siblings looks at each other every 20 seconds then back at MURK, then Skraal, then back at eachother. They both seem rather shaky and nervous.
((Note: Those messages can only be read by someone who deals with souls or psionics. Im assuming the golem or Skraal will detect this))
Skraal mentally interrupts Ichiata in mid-sentence "then mephistopheles is as good as dead as soon as he messes with someone, and the world will be a better place. Yes, even for you two. Are we clear on that?"
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MURK->
To Skraal Yes we are gifted with unusual abilities. Now please do not mess with our conversations. Or you will face us and Enku, our Elder of Decision's messenger.
As the two siblings turn back from Skraal's general direction. Dusque begins to make fun of MURK indirectly
"Yes, do not use it to much. But i sense you have enough power even for psionics!"
With Dusque's mind she lifts the counter out of its location and flails it around while the wand moves around in MURK's pants (does MURK wear a tasset and metal platelegs or just pants?)
"Wow, You can even use telekinesis without holding your stick!!"
"OTTERS!" Traugott's head snaps up, awakening from some nightmare or other. Sounds like it was that one with the oil rig again; whatever that was. But the giant man was back in reality now, where apparantly someone was messing with the orc again.
Hopping nimbly to his feet, Traugott strides over to the group. His litle finger is drilling into his ear, trying to relieve it of wax. Yawning loudly, he makes the following announcment:
"BORED!"
And then the following question.
"Wassagoin' on?"
It is a good thing that there is no Inevitable for bad grammar.
Dusque agrees with Ichiata firmly.
MURK is now quite scared that suddenly stuff is going on and he didn't intend to cause it. The counter flying, the pen moving about in the downstairs area, Traugott waking up; it's a little bit much.
"Waa! How you get stop? MURK no want scary thing happen!"
"You are to powerful! This shows you are godly with magic and psionics. I even fear you!"
Ichiata gets a clue what to do and responds
"Yes, very powerful indeed. Please dont fight me or Dusque, as we are scared of your prowess"
Unfortunantly, the fist thing he pulls out is some old trail rations. Old, moldy trail rations that stink up the place like a dead skunk wrapped in otyugh laying in a perfume department. He's not even sure what it's supposed to be anymore.
So Traugott does the only logical thing: he splits the mass in half, offering one of them to the distraught orc. Well, food calms nerves after all.
"...woulda' like some?"
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I really need to learn to type faster.
MURK is very frightened right now. Anyone would be if they had a "godly" power that they can't even control, and it's doing unnatural things to things.
"MURK want power stop! MURK no want power! Make stop!"
Almost crying, the poor orc...
A chain devil appears out of nowhere and is instantly held by the throat with Ichiata's sword
who are you?
what is?
who are you!?
Im Dhayi an Arch-Wing who saved a Chain devil with my life!!
Dhayi is instantly dismissed back to Baator. And everyone is now aware of some unusual conversation going on because everyone heard him speak.
Now Its true a devil must tell the truth as lies are chaotic which they deeply despise. Mephistopheles has the power to lie *prays* but he would not kill a loyal subject just for a meat sheild. And Dhayi would have died if he lied as I could see if he was lying or not. Is that proof?
"MURK, I have heard that an Orc named Bob from that town you went to with the half-drow the elf and others is coming. He has feasted on the triceratops that nearly killed you. Just giving you a heads up"
((The story you put in last Gareth's arena?))
The taste is abominable, awful, beastly, cloying, creepy, detestable, distasteful, foul, frightful, ghastly, gross, gruesome, hateful, hideous, horrid, horrific, icky, loathsome, lousy, macabre, monstrous, nasty, nauseating, noisome, objectionable, obnoxious, odious, offensive, outrageous, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, rotten, satiating, scandalous, scuzzy, shameless, shocking, skank, stinking, surfeiting, vile, vulgar, yecchy, and yucky!
Traugott just shrugs and take another bite. Eh, it was better than what he had last week.
Besides, MURK owns that tribe.))
MURK turns back to Dusque, still eating the whatever-the-heck-it-is, which tastes like his regular meal down at his favorite inn.
"Bob? MURK head shamamanashan? I say him no eat dino! What he want?"
"Bob... uhh he wants to EAT YOU!! He ate the triceratops now he is hungry for you!!!"
(say, jakel, would you mind doing the meph side of the Skraal/mephistopheles fight? Oh, and that was hillarious wall, thanks.))
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Glad you liked it.
But I think we'll have to do some "drama" now. Time for a certain somone's triumphant return. Next post.
But I think we'll have to do some "drama" now. Time for a certain somone's triumphant return. Next post.
MURK gasps in shock. "Well MURK have eat him then! Bob come, MURK fighty-fight Bob, MURK eat Bob!"
MURK's initial reaction is now replaced with a fury one can only really understand. if one is threatened by one's own subjects.
MURK reaches out for Vek in anticipation. His face is more serious than anyone's ever seen him. His eye scans the front entrance of the lobby for anyone about to enter through it...
((You want to fight Mephistopheles? And i play him? Sure i just want to know if thats what you meant. And that was pretty funny))
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Exactly what I meant, expect some PM briefings when the fight starts
Some really weird looking pink Orc enters the room. His pudgy fingers hold a red longsword ((Kheferu)) And green armor ((adamantium)). His ear is peirced with three rusted iron rings. And on his armor is a crude and smeared sentance "Eat MURK". He seems to keep that on his armor as a reminder for his lack of a tension span
He walks up to the copunter and struggles to take 10 gold coins and place them on the table ((fat fingers)). He signs the waiver as godly. He seems to be overconfident with his powers.
((Ok chilligod, im leaving this guy for you to control while you fight MURK. Mainly bacause you are better at comedic combat and i dont want to run 5 battles.))
As the ray discharges itself at the golem, Skraal vanishes, and the mindreader hears a voice in his mind "Guess what? Today's your lucky day, I've got bigger fish to fry, which means you won't be scrapped by the end of the day."
With a flash of energy, Skraal reappears in Baator, the bodies of the previously slain devils still being cleared up. He readies his sword, a grim look on his face as the lord of hellfire stands in the distance. "Well, this is it..." he mutters to himself.
WELL!! WELL!! SKRAAL!! YOU DOUBT MY ABILITYS AND MY LOYALTY TO ICHIATA AND DUSQEU? YOU THINK I AM NOT LOYAL TO MY SUBJECTS?!?! WELL TOUGH!! THIS IS NOT YOUR TERRITORY TO TOY WITH SWAMP CUR!!! NOW COME STRIKE ME!!!
With that, Skraal begins his charge towards the Lord of Hellfire. Tumbling, weaving and slashing his way through the baatorian hordes, he leaves dozens of combusting bodies in his wake. A pit fiend appears in his path, but it is no match for the kobold in his rage. He leaps over it, while delivering a bolt of white lightning to its back, and continues on his path.
Rain wasn’t everyone’s favorite weather. In fact, one might go so far as to say that most people didn’t like rain. The rainy season was a good time for farmers and those that lived in the desert wastes, but to the average peasant living in the average town, rain was a burden; it was wet, it was cold, and it meant nothing to do outside. However, to that one cloaked figure, that one man striding towards the gigantic arena, rain was everything.
The winds whipped up around that figure as he ambled down the street, blowing trash around in circles and sending more than a few leaves and small branches on a collision course with shutters around town. Unlucky townsfolk that were caught outside held their goods or covered their heads, hastening to reach their homes in time. Rain water pooled in the lower parts of the street, and barrels knocked over by the wind rolled around like living creatures.
But the figure seems unaffected by it all. The debris flies around him; his grey cloak was not even ruffled by the wind. Clutching a spear like a walking stick, the figure takes a slow, almost leisurely pace. He takes a straight path to his destination, never once avoiding a puddle or muddy pool.
The figure stops at the arena’s gate, hesitating for only a moment before continuing down the cobbled walkway to the massive wooden doors. An old tree just off the walkway scratches against the outer wall, many of its leaves lost to the storm and scattered around the grassy yard.
Pulling open the door by a large metal ring, the figure enters, closing it behind him. The lobby is brightly lit, and seems full of energy. Gladiators of all sorts hang around here, showing off their skill and trying to intimidate their opponents; or impress the various spectators filtering through and into the stands. The figure remembered this place; he remembered the first time he was here, and how scared he was at the prospect of fighting. But he was a veteran now, not only of the arena, but of many battles between then and now.
As he did last time, the man makes his way through the crowds and over across the room, where a desk sits, and upon it, a waiver. Various signs are nailed to the walls or hung from the ceiling, announcing the rules of the games. The waiver says very little. It claims that the arena is not responsible for any deaths, and asks for only a name, entrance time, and fighting rank. Noticing that the pen seems to be missing, the man pulls out his own one, and writes the necessary information.
Name: Lothar Vinzenz. Entrance Time: 7:21 PM. Rank: Elite.
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Lothar Vinzenz
Human Male
Storm Druid / Storm Lord / Storm Caster
Lothar is of average height, and has an athletic build. He isn't a particularly imposing figure, nor does he mean to be. His blonde hair is shoulder-length and matted, as though he stays out in the rain near constantly. The smell of rain follows him everywhere, although he never seems wet. Lothar looks to be in his early twenties.
Lothar mainly relies on his own inner power to deal with foes, and as such does not carry around many magic items. There are, of course, some significant exceptions. One is his spear: given to him by a drake named Ka-Ki (Gaelro_Nailo's character), it is massively powerful. Lothar doesn't even know everything it can do, but he has figured out the Speed and Brilliant Energy properties. He also wears a Storm Rider's Cloak, which he believes may be enhanced beyond normal capabilities, and Storm Boots, which he picked up rather recently. A small pouch at his side contains his coins, and Lothar also carries a sack across his back that holds five normal javelins.
Lothar Vinzenz
Human Male
Storm Druid / Storm Lord / Storm Caster
Lothar is of average height, and has an athletic build. He isn't a particularly imposing figure, nor does he mean to be. His blonde hair is shoulder-length and matted, as though he stays out in the rain near constantly. The smell of rain follows him everywhere, although he never seems wet. Lothar looks to be in his early twenties.
Lothar mainly relies on his own inner power to deal with foes, and as such does not carry around many magic items. There are, of course, some significant exceptions. One is his spear: given to him by a drake named Ka-Ki (Gaelro_Nailo's character), it is massively powerful. Lothar doesn't even know everything it can do, but he has figured out the Speed and Brilliant Energy properties. He also wears a Storm Rider's Cloak, which he believes may be enhanced beyond normal capabilities, and Storm Boots, which he picked up rather recently. A small pouch at his side contains his coins, and Lothar also carries a sack across his back that holds five normal javelins.
Two hellfire engines race into the chaotic combat from the left and right. They breath hellfire at everything that is near and around Skraal, decimation hundreds of lemures and kalabons.
Then three chain devils charge towards Skraal. As they slow down they begin release theyre chains. They kill several lesser devils and injure the greater ones.
To the left is a paeliryon cheerleader ((In some ways, belittle and whatnot)) throwing spell like abilities around and summoning lesser hordes of devils to combat.
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Woot! Finally back, and back to such a lovely warm welcome, too!:P
The skeletons and rotting smolders of devils makes the area smell worse than sulfur and napalm mixed together ((beleive me, i smelled it, my nose was on fire practically)). Then several streaks of hellfire rush down and disintigrate the ashes of the devil hordes, and shaking the Baatorian earth even more.
WELL!! YOU SEEM TO HAVE DEFEATED A LESSER ARMY IN ONE BLOW!!! IM EVERYTHING BUT IMPRESSED, SWAMP CUR!!!!!!
"I see previous reminders didn't exactly help your memory, did they?"
Skraal rushes towards the devil, rolling, ducking and jumping out of the way of the bolts. The last one, however, strikes him in the chest, sending him flying to the ground. Moments before crashing to the earth, he vanishes and appears standing a few feet away. The kobold then leaps into the air, straight towards the Lord of Hellfire, lance drawn. "you've forgotten something, mephistopheles, and it's going to kill you. You've underestimated the power of a desperate man, someone with nothing to lose." The kobold's lance finds its mark, embedding itself in the devil's flesh, and shattering, slowly exploding in an outburst of energy, consuming both devil and kobold in the terrible blast..
It was an all-too-familiar voice. It was a haunting voice, a nightmarish voice; it was the voice that had started Lothar’s little journey through the planes, and it was the voice that Lothar would someday silence forever. Lothar did not turn around to respond to the voice; for the voice was as much to his fore as his aft. But Lothar does respond to the voice, coldly.
“Wresh."
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No OOC aggression intended, but this is his thing, and you'll probably get zapped indiscriminately for interfering:P.
"Bob..." MURK looks at the other orc in scrutiny, admiring the plate that always was heavier and thicker than his own. MURK needed a lighter armor to move around in, and with mithril such a rarity in his tribelands, he had to settle for merely wearing less.
But how did Bob manage to get his extraordinarily fat fingers on adamantine?
"MURK..." Bob scowls at his 'superior' as he approaches, looking directly at MURK with both of his frighteningly yellow eyes. MURK came to his small tribe along with a half-drow, a half-elf and an elf, probably two years ago. MURK was hailed as one would hail Gruumsh himself.
It didn't matter now; with MURK being away for so long since, Bob took back his position as chief of the tribe, though it was in name only. To prove it, he ate the Triceratops of MURK. And now, he came here to eat MURK himself, and claim his station.
"You got shiny things since MURK left," MURK commented in the orc language, one of which MURK can manage better grammar with, relatively speaking. "MURK want to know where you got them from."
"I got armor from tribe of humans. Their chief also had sword. I blasted them all with powers gifted by Gruumsh."
MURK turned his back on the shaman. Bob always encouraged needless slaughter, especially against the elf tribe neighboring MURK's own. "Why you follow, Bob?"
Bob let out an insidious laughter, shuddering down the weaker gladiators' spines as cleanly as any blade stroke. [b]"Why else? I follow so I can eat MURK."[/b]
Silence.
[b]"Turn around, chief!"[/b] Bob sneers that last word, as though using it to make fun of MURK.
"Bob not should have followed. You be eaten, not eating," MURK states, matter-of-factly.
"Speak not in that tone. You aren't even chief by birth or deed! Only by the stupidness of our villagers! You not even have our tribe's skin!" Bob spoke the truth, MURK's dull green skin is vastly different from Bob's dull pink skin. And MURK's tribespeople are roughly as intelligent as MURK himself. But if there's one thing besides combat that MURK does know, it's... Well... That's not important right now.
"Bob come to arena, think to eat MURK. MURK eat Bob!"
[b]"You think too low of my faith in the One-Eye!"[/b]
"Then we settle this, in arena..."
((Others of you are free to, like, butt in. If you want. I'd imagine Ichiata/Dusque would like to, given their 'affinity' for MURK.))
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Cog, check your pms.
Also, weren't you having trouble with 11-31, now you're killing swarms of demons, what in the 9 hells hapened!
Cog, check your pms.
Also, weren't you having trouble with 11-31, now you're killing swarms of demons, what in the 9 hells hapened!Edit: ((Best weapon ever: poison filled fountain pen!))
In Baator...
RRRAAARGH!!!! YOU LITTLE RODENT SIZED TROUBLE MAKER!!!!!!!! YOUR IMPUDENCE WILL COST YOU YOUR LIFE!!!!!!
Meph grabs Skraal with his left hand and then his hand ignites in hellfire. Then he drops Skraal into a frenzy of horn devils and the weaker devils.
A horned devil cleaves through all the lessers in his way with his tail and bite while flinging his chain in Skraal's general direction.
In Gareth's arena
Ichiata and Dusque look at eachother, back at MURK and Bob, back at eachother, and then back at MURK and Bob.
"Lothar! Welcome back! I umm know you dont know me but me and my brother hate Wresh as much as you do. Well, my brother does. Im just saying Wresh will be using illusions to kill you soo..."
Ichiata takes a amulet out of his pouch.
"Some ammulet made by our local sorceror. I assume you will want it for your battle with Wresh. It gives you immunity to to all illusions and mind affects. And dont go "Oh I must do this without your help" you will be beaten up badly by Wresh."
Ichiata hands the ammulet to Lothar. It looks like a crescent moon medalion on the necklace with stars similer to beads strung onto silky wire.
"Now MURK, go do whatever the hell you want to this lily orc. But be aware he is a shaman of your tribe and if you kill his your tribe wont like you."
To Ichiata and Dusque "Sorry about having to go again. Shall we continue?"
((I'll have him do his better attacks first this time.))
WELL WELL? A PITIFUL GOLEM WHO COMES TO FIGHT HELP THE SWAMP CUR? HAH!!!!!
Meph flings a few bolts of hellfire towards the magical sword and it crumbles into white-purple dust.
NOW YOU GEM COVERED LUMP OF STONE!!!!
Meph conjures a large, really large spray of hellfire towards the golem. It decimates him into dust
((He could have just teleported and leave the rubble as an illusion out of Baator because i dont think Cog will want to have interference and i would rather not have it as well))
Dusque and Ichiata fly into the arena, waiting for Vicros to follow.
"Do you two want to start or should I?"
((Sorry I haven't been able to finish this battle yet.))
The golem deflects the blast with a psionic blast. "Ok, you don't want me to interfere anymore. I guess I'll just watch. You don't fear this kobold, do you, or that simple sword? I just like to give favors to those that have the potential to become good allies, you can understand that, can't you?"
Vicros turns incorpreal and floats into the air. His copy tosses a crystal sphere between Ichiata and Dusque that promptly sprays crystals in all directions piercing corpreal and incorpreal flesh.
After the ray hits Vicros ((Your call if it succeeds)), Ichiata takes flight and zooms towards Vicros. Then when he can reach Vicros he lets loose three slashes then a bolt of hellfire at the end of his attack ((Magical weapon)).
((The magic blade is meant to convert hellfire into psionic energy! It would survive.))
((Doh!! Im such an idiot.))
HMMM? mY SPRAY OF HELLFIRE WAS INNAFFECTIVE TO THE WEAPON?
Meph then conjures a cone of cold ((One of his spell-like abilitys)) and freezes the weapon. Meph then casts ahatter on the weapon and it blows into hundreds of shards of ice.
The copy casts a spell surrounding Ichiata with a ball of shadow that starts draining his life essence.
Vicros casts a spell causing a rip in space through which come beings of pure shadow. These creatures fly at Dusque. The copy also casts a spell causing shadows to form around Ichiata for a split second and slash at him from all directions.
((The spell targeting Ichiata is a save or die.))
Ichiata concentrates and then the shadows disperse. He then throws several bolts of hellfire to try destroy the raging shadows that are trying to attack Dusque.
Dusque merely dissapears
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Vicros starts forming a ball of shadow in his hands. His copy starts casting a complicated spell. When Vicros gets the ball to about 5ft diameter he throws it at Ichiata and starts flying at top speed from his copy who just completed his spell causing worms to start to swarm over his body.
((Both of these spells are in Epic Level Handbook.))
((I think I got reasonably close that time. Your choice if you continue the battle or send them to the lobby.))
Lothar’s eyes shift beneath his hood as two winged beings approach him. They seem to be about his age, but at the same time have an air about them that speaks of lives lived far longer than his own. They are very similar in appearance… siblings, perhaps?
"Lothar! Welcome back!” The feminine one says. “I umm know you don’t know me but me and my brother hate Wresh as much as you do. Well, my brother does. I’m just saying Wresh will be using illusions to kill you soo...”
The larger, masculine one pulls a crescent amulet from his pocket, handing it to Lothar. The druid seems about to speak, but the winged man cuts him off.
"Some ammulet made by our local sorceror. I assume you will want it for your battle with Wresh. It gives you immunity to all illusions and mind affects. And dont go "Oh I must do this without your help" you will be beaten up badly by Wresh."
Lothar takes the amulet by its chain, holding it up in front of his face to study it. He says nothing, but pockets the crescent, giving a quick nod of acknowledgement. Although he wonders how they know him, he gives it little thought and turns to make for a corner. Lothar slide between a few gladiators, but suddenly finds his path blocked by someone much, much larger than him.
Traugott Vinzenz, a full seven feet tall and all muscle, now stands between the young druid and his quiet spot in the corner. Lothar glances up at the wall of muscle in front of him; their eyes lock for only a nanosecond, but to the lost brothers, the staredown feels like forever.
As with one voice, the brothers speak.
“You.”
Ichiata and Dusque reappear in the lobby. Dropped off by Vicros as usual. They both then look at Lothar and Traugott, and then back at eachother. Ichiata cocks his head while he turns back to look at the two brothers, while Dusque gives no responce to the brothers. She then floats over to some dumb looking warrior and goes around messing with him.
"More siblings eh? Well Lothar, what are your abnormal powers?
It takes only a moment; there is no warning, no sound of moving air, not even so much as a twitching muscle. Traugott’s massive blade connects with Lothar’s spear, raised above his head to block the blow. Gladiators, shocked by the sudden noise of metal on metal, stop what they are doing and watch the two brothers, speechless.
The two are motionless again, but a battle of wills is exploding between them. Those few still close enough (for all have moved away from the brothers, forming a large circular void around them) can see a fire in their eyes, flashes of sheer willpower intangibly lashing out.
Like lightning, the brothers’ weapons clash again; the gladiators did not even see them move. Again and again, the brothers clash weapons in the lobby, the circle around them growing ever wider. Lothar rolls under his brother’s blade; Traugott sidesteps a thrust from Lothar’s spear.
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So is this style of writing any better, or just long and boring?
MURK nods to both 11-31 and the devilish duo (before they leave to do their stuff & things), showing that he understands... or he just likes nodding at things. Turning back to Bob, MURK indicates at the door to the arena.
Bob nods. No words need be spoken. The two make their way towards their own little bit in the arena where they can play out their fight...
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I have to say, ChilliGod, that was a great scene between MURK and Bob. And it was even better due to some very dramatic music playing on the TV behind me.
Ichiata knows MURK will lose if he resorts to magic and he does not want to have a pink orc kill an ally. Ichiata flies out the window and acts like a bird to prevent any trouble. He evokes several bolts of hellfire disguised as a purple energy ((illusions by Dusque)) to fly out of MURK's obsidian pen and fly towards Bob.
edit: Doh!!! Im such an idiot... again!! I totally misread what they said a second time! Aw well. You can just ignore this post
Lothar rolls around a downward swing from Traugott, cracking the floor where the blade hits. He leaps out of the circle, scattering gladiators like cockroaches. Traugott simply rushes through the fleeing warriors.
Lothar leaps the desk as Traugott brings his sword down over his head. Another clash of metal sounds as Lothar brings up his spear, only inches from the tabletop.
“If you want to fight,” snaps Lothar. “We fight in the arena.”
Traugott looks for a moment as though he is about to strangle Lothar; but then his grip softens, his face breaking out into a relaxed smile. The larger brother straps his sword to his back.
“Then ‘ats what we’ll do!”
Bob clutches his holy symbol so hard that the color drains from it, while calling out his prayers to the orc god. MURK chooses his point of defense and waits there, his arms and legs twitching for any movement necessary.
However, the orc did not expect what was to come. a pitch-black hole opens up right in front of the orc, malleable and at the same time, incorporeal. The hole shifts in shape and color, changing itself to a vaguely humanoid form. Teeth and claws as long as any sword show themselves on the summoned creature's face, as well as a curved horn sprouting from the back of its head. As soon as the creature's manifestation was complete, it sprung into action, making a great leap over MURK's head and landing behind the stunned orc, calling the great black hole from which it sprung to expand, covering MURK and the demon in shadow.
Bob then charged straight through the rubble left behind from the comet, and into the globe of impenetrable darkness, hoping to flank MURK and bring a swift end to the Eye of Gruumsh.
MURK merely shut his good eye, and chuckled slightly. "Never fighty-fight Gruumsh eye in darkness." The time came for MURK's fury to unleash itself.
The formalities for his rage forgotten, MURK let out an earsplitting battlecry, his muscles instantly reinforcing themselves and tensing for the cathartic release of battle and blood. Vek in hand, MURK swung the double-axe around his head and straight into the demon behind him. In the blink of an eye, five deadly strokes were cut straight into the demon's toughened hide. One of the slices tore a hole right open in the creature's neck, leaving the thing broken and nearly lifeless on the ground.
The pitch black hole quickly shrank into the demon, and utterly consumed it, leaving only a quickly-evaporating pool of black goo.
But MURK's back was turned. Using his enhanced sword, Bob made a vicious jab straight into MURK's body. Though his rage-toughened skin absorbed most of the impact, the sword still cut deep into MURK's flesh, almost as though it was guided to a weakness in MURK's armor, which seemed to have little effect.
MURK screamed in pain and utmost anger, withdrew a step, and grabbed Vek to make a--
The double-axe was ruined! Black goo still stuck to one edge of the weapon, and had dissolved that side to almost nothing. MURK looked to the pool of black goo that was once a demon. Tears lined his diluted eyes as he realized that half of his weapon, the one he received when he was a child orcling on his first journey to greatness, the one that had earned the orc victory over a triceratops, several warring elves, and countless other duels such as this one, had been destroyed by his own tribe's shaman.
"Black goo no make Vek strong... VECNAMURK!!!"
((Gotta hate them babaus.))
MURK never got the chance; as he came within reach of Bob, the shaman sent his sword in a low sweep. The assistance of the divine magic, as well as MURK being caught unaware by the (rather unexpected) maneuver, sent MURK tumbling to the ground before the shaman.
"I shall finish this!" Bob declares as he casts another spell. Bob made sure to keep an eye on MURK and the other on his spellcasting, so as to not suffer any attack made by the prone fighter. The spell complete, Bob's hand starts to glow with an unholy, black energy. A kind of wailing sounds around the pair of orcs, sorrowful, mourning the dead, calling out for the very soul of MURK. Bob bends over to deliver this hand of death as a punch.
*Twitch* MURK rolls out of the way of the attack, and gets himself to an upright position as the fist hits the ground harmlessly.
"Bah! This magic will hold until it claims your life essence, stupid fool!" Bob declares angrily. He makes another swipe with the hand suffused with negative energy, and MURK is forced to duck to avoid it. Bob comes in with another swipe, which MURK sidesteps.
Another swipe, and MURK backsteps, bringing up Vek with an attack at the ready.
Another swipe brings Bob's fatal hand out wide, and MURK chops down with Vek.
The hand comes clean off and falls to the ground, twitching spasmodically. Bob howls in absolute anguish as his stalk of an arm is quickly drowned by the pouring lifeblood. Bob manages to contain his pain, however, focusing on it, using it, sending it far away. With his weapon hand still grasping his bright-red longsword, he stares at MURK with hatred.
Bob needed a hand free to cast most spells, but if he lets go of the sword, he will be left defenseless. Both orcs know this.
"I still have my magic protecting me! And it will not run out before your... your blind rage!"
"So... MURK against Bob. One-ended Vek against One-handed sword. Rage against Faith. MURK win. MURK trained in Vek, Bob trained in magic. But MURK still have Vek, Bob no have magic!"
Bob's eyes light up, as if he discovered a quick solution to this fight. The enlarged orc makes a furious swipe at MURK — or, rather, Vek! MURK brings up Vek to parry, and feels the reverberations coming from the collision of the two weapons. MURK uses the momentum to spin around and swipe with Vek against Bob's flank. Bob makes no move to avoid the blow, and his magic protection does its job at protecting the shaman well. Bob attacks again at Vek, and MURK avoids the swing, spinning around again and catching Bob at his right flank.
Bob then makes an uppercut at Vek while MURK withdraws it from Bob's armor. The sword catches the axe from underneath, and sends it flying out of MURK's grasp!
MURK, now completely weaponless, makes a move with both of his arms, trying to grasp at the sword. Bob withdraws the weapon from MURK's reach, but the fighter moves deftly around the shaman, and grabs at the weapon again. This second time, MURK grabs a hold of the cross-guard of the sword, and pulls with all his fury-enhanced strength to get it out of Bob's grasp.
By some amazing luck, MURK succeeds! The sword is his, and Bob is defenseless! Bob doesn't worry now, because he can cast his spells with his other hand now. Bob begins to cast a spell, keeping his eye fixed on what MURK is about to do. The fighter brings up the sword, lined up horizontally and one hand grasping the blade.
And shatters it against his knee!
The act caught Bob so off-guard that he lost concentration of his prayer. Although that wasn't the only thing he was losing, as the magic protection began to wane. Bob shrank down to normal size again, and he looked at MURK, who's muscles had also relaxed, and his mind was clear of fury.
"That's it. No weapons, no fury. I have my magic, and I shall eat you..."
MURK simply smiles, and reaches down inside his pants...
Bob can't believe his eyes. This fighter trying to take down Bob with just a pen?
"MURK, you can't beat me with that stick!"
"It a Black Stick of DOOM. It's Magic!"
[color=magenta]"Black Stick of DOOM? Why did you call it that?"[/color]
"Cuz' it was in MURK's pants."
MURK lunges at Bob with the pen in hand, tackling the shaman before Bob was able to conjure a spell, and bringing him down to the ground. MURK quickly plants himself above Bob, rendering the shaman's arms useless, and using his other arm to hold up the shaman's head. MURK grabs the pen and drives it into Bob's neck.
Despite being a normal pen, MURK's strength manages to drive it through Bob's throat. MURK withdraws the pen and stabs Bob with it, again and again. Bob starts chocking on his own lifeblood, as everything goes blurry and turns to white.
MURK keeps stabbing Bob with the pen even though the shaman is well past dead. The pen snaps, and MURK tosses it aside, continuing to punch Bob's face until it is unrecognizable.
Once he's had enough of that, MURK strips Bob's armor, ripping plates of it off, tearing buckles, biting through the under-covering, to get to Bob's bare flesh.
MURK eats Bob.
TheChilliGod
*Standing Ovation*
Skraal seems scorched by the hellfire, bleeding from several wounds, but continues, seemingly without noticing his injuries. He uses his old sword to cleave through the devils as he falls, and blasts. He snarls at both devil and golem "I don't need no favours, and you," He glares at mephistopheles "better fear this pathetic kobold". With that, he slams his hand into the ground, and sheets of pure force energy spray out from him in all directions, disintegrating the devils. He seems somewhat injured, however, from the energy he previously released from his lance.
He springs into the air until he is level with the devil's face, and hacks furiously with his sword, unleashing several bolts of energy into mephistopheles' face.
Then MURK looks at Vek. Then back at 11-31.
"MURK eaffing. Laffer."
MURK then resumes his feast.
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11-31'll have to fetch Vek; it's still on the ground a way away from MURK.
I know MURK will probably want to make Vek a Speed Weapon, for the extra fast pinwheeling, if you want 11-31 to start repairs anyway. If that's too much, then Defending will do.
I know MURK will probably want to make Vek a Speed Weapon, for the extra fast pinwheeling, if you want 11-31 to start repairs anyway. If that's too much, then Defending will do.
The pit fiends lash out heavy flails and try to hack into Skraal, then try to bite deep into him with theyre poisonous fangs. Before long several large tentacles erupt from the red soil, crushing and grinding several devils of lower rank. The larger of the five tentacles lash out at Skraal with the smaller ones following it.
edit: What is Skraal int? Im just curious because no doubt Skraal is epic and psionics need high int right? Im guessing around mid 50?
Skraal vanishes, reappearing halfway between the devils and the Lord of Hellfire. In his place is a single white bead of light. As he reappears, time seems to slow as the bead slowly expands, engulfing the devils. Their screams are heard through the sphere of light, and when it is gone, only cinders are left. As he runs towards Mephistopheles, he leaps into the air, spinning toward the devil in a whirlwind of steel.
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Do you feel like giving game stats for them items, NN1?
The barren landsacape of devils lay waste and the putrid smell of burning flesh fills the area. 3 out of the five tentacles are left and the main one has withered. They all lash out towards the surprised Skraal.
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I'm not good at stating items, feel free to if you want to. For this thread, hard rules aren't important. The golem kingdom likes to get on the good side of strong fighters that will likely return the favor, or at least not join its enemies.
I'm not good at stating items, feel free to if you want to. For this thread, hard rules aren't important. The golem kingdom likes to get on the good side of strong fighters that will likely return the favor, or at least not join its enemies.
Meph's hands turn pitch black and drain the already almost gone light of Baator. He squeezes the spine devil with its crushing grasp and the spine devil is grinded by the force. Meph looks relinquished of its weakness and combusts into fire and sulfur, leaving the burnt skeleton of a human.
YOU HAVE SEEN WHAT I DO TO THE SOULS OF EVIL BEINGS!!!! FODDER!!!!!!! BUT MY ARCH-WINGS ARE MUCH DIFFERENT!!!!
Meph flings three green lightning bolts towards Skraal. Then swarms of lemures attempt to mob Skraal.
((Last post for today. Im kinda tired and all))
"ofcourse, why wouldn't I trust you?" Skraal leaps into the air, and the green bolts collide with the ground, engulfing the lemures in a sickening blast and leaving the smell of burnt flesh. The ground he stood on erupts into a shower of molten rock, pieces scything in all directions. A few fly into the kobold, leaving bleeding wounds and burns. The kobold comes back to earth, and begins to stagger towards the devil.
((night!))
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Kark-Aluk-Awak
Dwarven Male
Neutral
Ex-Blacksmith/Barbarian/Frenzied Berserker/Bloodletter
Kark’s most startling attribute are his scars, they completely encompass his entire body. Their severity range from small scratches, to large bite marks, to burns from acid. He wears a sleeveless Mithril Chainshirt (+2) and carries a (+2) Greataxe strapped across his back. If his eyes were not covered by the black cloth blindfold he constantly wears you would be consumed by the madness and despair in his gaze. His demeanor suggests that he has nothing to live for and he rarely shows any emotion at all. He also wears a pair of Sturdy boots, A wide and Intricately carved belt, A pair of gloves are tucked into the belt, and a cloak hangs freely from his shoulders, with an amulet dangling in front of the clasp.(all items listed are magical.)
Kark’s weapon of choice is his Axe which he lovingly crafted for his eldest son who was killed by the minions of shadow and evil that invaded his land and changed his life forever. The last weapon he ever forged and with which he has bonded in order to met out vengeance for everything he has lost. Kark has been completely consumed by his need for revenge and bloodlust.
Kark-Aluk-Awak
Dwarven Male
Neutral
Ex-Blacksmith/Barbarian/Frenzied Berserker/Bloodletter
Kark’s most startling attribute are his scars, they completely encompass his entire body. Their severity range from small scratches, to large bite marks, to burns from acid. He wears a sleeveless Mithril Chainshirt (+2) and carries a (+2) Greataxe strapped across his back. If his eyes were not covered by the black cloth blindfold he constantly wears you would be consumed by the madness and despair in his gaze. His demeanor suggests that he has nothing to live for and he rarely shows any emotion at all. He also wears a pair of Sturdy boots, A wide and Intricately carved belt, A pair of gloves are tucked into the belt, and a cloak hangs freely from his shoulders, with an amulet dangling in front of the clasp.(all items listed are magical.)
Kark’s weapon of choice is his Axe which he lovingly crafted for his eldest son who was killed by the minions of shadow and evil that invaded his land and changed his life forever. The last weapon he ever forged and with which he has bonded in order to met out vengeance for everything he has lost. Kark has been completely consumed by his need for revenge and bloodlust.
Ichiata quickly looks towards the blinded dwarf and hesitates. He looks back at Dusque for a few seconds and she then snickers. Ichiata greets the dwarf with a cocky attitude
"Welcome, newcomer. What is your cause for combat?"
"You fight because thats what you have left? Your in a way saying you kill for pleasure. Am i right?"
"Hmm? You had your clan or as you dwarfs call it "kin" annihalated by some force? That is my third time a gladiator mentioned that. What with Merithale and Skraal.
Ichiata retreats next to Dusqe and they then look at eachother. Dusque tries to shove Ichiata away from her but she forgot about her incorporeality and goes through him. Ichiata chuckles softly and then looks at Kark.
((Incase you did not read the earlier pages, Dusque is Ichiata's sister))
Kark watches the interplay passively. "My family was killed by foul denizens of the shadow. Yes."
Then he just sit's there as if that explains everything and should answer all forthcoming questions as well.
"However i do grow tired of all this chatter. I was told there were a great many warriors here and yet all i hear are petty tales, and swaggering. I have yet to hear the clash of weapons, and the clink of armor. Although i will admit an unfamiliarity with how others fight. We dwarves do it with our weapons as opposed to the wagging of our tongues."
With that he stands and draws his axe.
Ichiata feels tempted to fight but backs down.
"well, good luck with that..."
Kark just nods and finishes the motion he started. Drawing a whetstone from his pouches and begins sharpening his axe.
Seeing Kark was no longer occupied with Ichiata, Traugott flashes Lothar a grin and wades through the crowd to the dwarf. Lothar just scowls, pulling his hood farther over his face.
The large man’s voice rings out across the room as he approaches Kark. “Lookin’ fer a fight, eh dwarf? How ‘bout you an' me give fer a tussle?”
Meph lets out a great laughter and throws a sickly yellow bolt of plague and disease towards Skraal. Then an assassin devil accompanied by a pleasure devil jump out and attack Skraal from the left. A Paeliryon from the right flys by brings out a spell of disintegration and aims it at Skraal. Lastly a hellfire engine blasts through the wall, killing several lemures and kalabons in the process. It attempts to run over Skraal with no hesitation of the others nearby.
timaoh
It was Traugott that challenged you.
"I remember about a month ago you faced a creature named Alkiorth. Ring a bell? Anyways you rival your brother about as much as i enjoy my brother's presence.
You know she is lying, as if she wants you to find out indirectly. But Ichiata while around 15 feet away tries to smile at what she said but cant. He walks over next to Lothar's right, trying to put pressure on him.
However, it is all for nothing, the yellow bolt strikes him in the back, and he doubles over, coughing, wheezing and choking on blood. His sword clatters to the ground, and he realizes that he is now what he feared most: helpless. It is all he can do to keep himself from falling to the ground as the foul disease saps his strength. With the last of his strength, he lifts his sword back up, and hurls it at mephistopheles, burying it to the hilt in his foul hide.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again" he sputters as he begins to collapse.
"you've fought a desperate man, one with nothing to lose, and it'll cost you your life.."
He falls into a fit of coughing and wretching, and suddenly disappears.
A great, echoing voice resonates from the now sword, now glowing with pure white energy.
"Everything that ever mattered to me...was taken by you, destroyed for ever."
Blade and hilt alike begin to flash with a brilliant light, slowly becoming pure energy.
"You left me with only one thing to lose: my life."
Slowly, the blade begins to pulse with energy of the Kobold's soul.
"And to kill you, I'm willing to lose even that."
One last tear, drops from the pulsing blade, now consumed in the energy of his being.
"Remember when you die: This is for everything you destroyed. Everyone I knew, everything I had, everyone and everything that ever mattered to me."
The blade pulses once.
"Well, it's time to say my goodbyes, and you should too. Goodbye,wilt, I bet you're happy, and I'm glad someone is. Goodbye, victor, you weren't bad for a lich, and I hope you're alive somewhere, but this is no illusion from me. Goodbye, Valor, you're rubbing off on me way too much."
Twice.
"Time to go."
A sad sigh fills the air as the blade's transformation completes, and the energy of Skraal's soul fills the baatorian air, turning rocks to nothing but ash, tossing boulders aside, consuming Mephistopheles.
Skraal weaselheart is gone from this world.
Yet the Lord of Hellfire stands.
Kark waits for his opponent in the arena, watching him it would seems that he is surveying the terrain and noting his environment. But that is absurd. He is blind after all.
After Kark is sure Traugott is ready, he asks quietly with an edge to his voice. "You ready? Or would you like some time to stretch?" With that Kark begins with what one can only assume are Dwarven excercises. He jumps in the air pulling his knees into his chest then splays all his limbs wide making a star before he hits the ground and repeats the maneuver. After that he takes out his axe and does a few practice swings. Followed quickly by rolling his shoulders and flexing his pectorals intermittantly.
"Cause i'm as ready as i'll ever be. Care to make a wager on the victor?" Kark says his breath heavy with his recent cardivascular endeavors. Then non-challantly mentions. "Oh and by the way, I fight to the death." Then with a feral and menacing grin says. "Every Time!"
MURK, looking very
"Breaking through the shadow,
Of the darkness within the cave,
The fatal knife awaits,
To bear its mark upon your grave."
When, suddenly, the back door to the lobby flings open once again, and standing right there in the doorway is what appears to be a female half-elf. With dark grey skin, and grey eyes, with a long, flowing lock of snow-white hair. The expression on her face — one of calm impatience and somewhat scorn at all lesser races — completes the profile of a half-drow in roughly her mid-twenties (by half-elf standards; she appears to be only 18 or 19 in human years).
This one appears to be wearing nothing but the clothes of a simple merchant's wife; just an average cotton dress that stops at the knees. Although a longsword lies by her side, one would think this character to be completely harmless. Almost jailbait.
She stops singing to take a look around her. Nothing much to see; a golem, a human, MURK, and——
"And just where have you been, MURK? I was looking all over the continent for you," the half-drow nags MURK the way a mother or wife nags the son or husband as she approaches him in such a menacing way as to make others check her face again, to see if she really is a half-elf. "Do you know how hard it is to find someone as easily dupe—" She catches herself speaking those words, and swallows them. "I mean... Ah, I see you have given yourself a good workout, my orcish friend! Nice armor you've acquired. Mmm, mithril. This looks to be of dwarven design, doesn't it?" The half-drow speaks in a much more soothing, friendly tone, the expression of contempt replaced by one of innocent curiosity.
"Nope! Metal man there make armor. Fixed Vek." MURK replies proudly, pointing at 11-31.
"I see. Anyway, I came to tell you that someone from your tribe, the shaman I think, he--"
"MURK ate Bob."
"...Did you, now? Wow, you're stronger than ever before since you ran away, aren't you?" the half-drow starts to tease MURK, before taking another look around her.
Megara
Female Half-Drow
Bard / Mindbender / Virtuoso
Neutral Evil
Wears glamoured armor, carries a dancing longsword (along with several wands and rods for whatever tasks) and uses her bardic music / spellcasting to do most of the work for her.
Megara went with MURK on his first expedition, and decided to remain with the orc's tribe because she sees MURK as an easily-manipulated and very reliable meat shield. She once managed to coax MURK into jumping into a tub of "black goo," (concrete) saying that it made MURK stronger. But when MURK left randomly, she was unable to find him, and was determined not to lose such a "good friend" like that.
Bard / Mindbender / Virtuoso
Neutral Evil
Wears glamoured armor, carries a dancing longsword (along with several wands and rods for whatever tasks) and uses her bardic music / spellcasting to do most of the work for her.
Megara went with MURK on his first expedition, and decided to remain with the orc's tribe because she sees MURK as an easily-manipulated and very reliable meat shield. She once managed to coax MURK into jumping into a tub of "black goo," (concrete) saying that it made MURK stronger. But when MURK left randomly, she was unable to find him, and was determined not to lose such a "good friend" like that.
“I remember him,” Lothar says quietly. The two of them had fought Wresh together. It had ended with Wresh temporarily dead and Lothar in a coma, but he never was sure what happened to the were-jakel.
The druid turns his head slightly, so that one of his eyes meets Dusque. No emotion can be witnessed therein. “How do you know so much about me?”
))“To death? ...Well, ‘at sounds like fun. ‘Nuff talk, then. You have three sekkins* to move before I do!”
((*Seconds))
HUMPH. YOU ALMOST BANISHED ME TO THE VOID OF DARKNESS.... ALMOST. AND FOR THAT YOU ARE DESERVING OF A NEW LIFE.
Mephistopheles raises his hands and a yellow crackling, spectaculer bolt of positive energy strikes down from a bright yellow tear in space. It lands on Skraal's burnt remains and then it starts to re-construct. His bone fragments fly towards eachother and connect, his muscle strands stick up and fall down to meet the other wires of muscle tissue, and his organs regenerate from the black and hot remains. When his body, scales and all are re-built, he opens his eyes and stands.
NOW YOU KNOW MY POWER AND WONT TEMPER WITH IT AGAIN... WILL YOU? IF YOU EVER COMBAT ME AGAIN THIS CHANCE WILL NOT COME BACK!!! NOW I WILL SEND YOU BACK TO THE ARENA TO RELIVE YOUR HALF-DECENT LIFE. MAYBE I WILL NEED YOU TO KEEP MY DISCIPLES CALM.
Mephistopheles waves his hands and Skraal reappears next to Lothar, Dusque, and Ichiata. Who are totally unaware of what happened.
"Come on then and HIT ME!" Kark screams at the top of his lungs, daring Traugott into action.
Skraal looks Ichiata in the face and speaks only two words, almost whispering "I'm sorry". Silent tears fill his eyes as he quietly leaves the arena.
((no worries, new character soon!))
He signs the waiver as follows.
Zelin'rath
rank:good
entry time: 4:21 PM.
Zelin'rath
Warforged male
warlock
Neutral good(breaks the rules, I know
)
Warforged male
warlock
Neutral good(breaks the rules, I know
)The giant of a man springs into action, going from standstill to all-out run in the blink of an eye. He bellows, pulling his sword along at his side. Everything seems tinged with red now, and any feelings of pain or doubt are now lost in anticipation of drawing blood.
Traugott leaps into the air, bringing his massive blade above his head and dropping it down toward Kark’s.
"Gotcha!" Kark exclaims. As he brings his axe upwards in an exagerated uppercut motion. Putting everything and more than should be humanly impossible into the attack.
"GREAAAASGHHHHaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kark exclaims eagly anticipating the impact of his tremendous blow.
((say, anyone up for fighting the warforged?))
"Well our shaman was friends of the family before they had Alkiroth. I dont know how but they were. So when the cat who attacked Alkiroth every time he had a potato died from Alkiroth's canisphinx form it came to the shaman who turned it into a ghost. The shaman casted speak with animals to communicate ith the ghost cat and sent it on a mission to stalk Alkiroth. Why a few days ago he messaged us about the cat's news. And you see that what ahppened..."
((Need to have been in first arena to get inside joke))
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Darn, and I was hoping to saving his frenzy for a more dramatic moment.
Kark smiles fresh blood splayed accross his face from Traugott's wounds. This is going to be one hell of a fight.
Jakel
Sorry to turn attention away from Dusque; brother getting slammed with an axe, doncha' know?
“Grind.”
As though possessed, the sword begins to saw its way into the dwarf’s flesh.
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Only lasts a short time, don't worry.
RAGE!
He remembers the last time he saw blood flow so freely. He remembers whose blood it was. Kark shudders at the realisation and gives in to the primal forces within himself as he has so many times before.
"GREAAAASGHHHHaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Kark screams as he rains blows down upon the weapon imbedded in himself attempting to shatter it with the force of his blows fueled by his rage.
"Very well. I'm sorry about my lack of experience in the subject, but the Golem Kingdom has some of the best alchemists and artisans of anyplace and have worked with nobles and other humanoids. I'm fairly sure they can find a large quantity of various alchoholic beverages."
"Or we could go to Ysingard. I hear that they have some alchohol. Plus it is a great place to train."
A heavy set man, skin the color of the richest coffee, was covered in an exotic arrangement of robes and jewlery ushered in a large cloaked figure. His pudgy hands were wrapped around a dark staff made of femurs and vertebrae, the top was a skull...or course. The exotic man wore the symbol of Nerull prominately and proudly on his clothing and various other decorations. His face was proud and covered in a perpetual look of assured superiority. His lips curled back as he moved to the desk. The clinging scent of sweet death hung like a cloud over the desk, toying with the mind, drawing it to thoughts of the inevitable end, of the darkness and ultimate light of death.
"I wish to enter a fighter in this...contest." He produced the required gold. Coins stamped with the symbol of his god. "He is very good...and I fear that few here possess the..." he posses for a bit, trying to find the words. "favor neccesarry to defeat him."
The pudgy hand drew out a pen made of bejeweled bone and scratched at the paper, eldritch and divine power mixed and burnt the name and time onto the page.
Name:Orthanis Fethlos
Rank: Elite
Time: 12:45 PM
Through all this the cloaked figure remained silent, its face and body hidden behind not only the cloak, but a deeper more mystical darkness...as if your very soul could not comprehend what was before you. The cloak was still...ever still not a sound...nothing.
Name:Orthanis Fethlos
Class/Race: Swordsage/Crusaser/Deathnight
Equipment: Orthanis has been granted the ablility to own a great many items with which to do battle. Hidden beneath the cloack are a Wounding Vorpal Talenta Sharrash +3, a pair of unholy sickles + 3and a heavily magiced chain shirt. His cloak is a cloak of displacement greater. He has been equipped with various undead grafts including vampiric arms and a bodak eye. His humanity can hardly be determined anymore
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"Well hello... erm... creature? I see your worshipping towards Nerull is clear. What is your cause for combat, mission, prophecy?"
"He fights because I command it." This was spoken matter of factly. "No one crosses the clergy of Nerull and escapes unscathed, this is the punishment for the overzealous and unpious, and eternity in servitude...so sayeth my Lord and Master."
The shadow stands silent and ominous, waiting for his commands. His senses stretched out from inside the hood, probing searching for the life forces in the room. He then turned on his aura, fear would begin to creep into the souls of those who were present. Its icy grip touching deep...trying to grasp the hope of life, and drain it away. So much life, his darkened soul longed to drain away the essence of all those present, even the elemental spirits that powered the constructs...so much life.
(his Talenta Sharrash is a Necrotic Focus weapon...nifty little ability that)
Crcc—crcccc-craaaaaaack!
Quicksilver begins to seep into the dwarf’s wounds, a crack growing on the side of the blade. And with that crack, Traugott’s mind explodes. He’s in a real frenzy now, twitching and flailing madly, spouting animalistic cries between bouts of gibberish. Traugott bowls into the dwarf, hoping to tear the axe out of his hand and rend Kark limb from limb.
Lothar stands at the window, shaken, and completely oblivious to the warforged and others who have entered the room. He had always felt contempt for his brother, but at the same time, he felt sorry. It wasn’t Traugott’s fault this thing was inside him. It was that sorcerer…
Megara turns to MURK and says "MURK, who is that man in the frenzy down there?"
MURK looks at the fight. "What man? Three frenzy man fighty-fight."
"The tall one."
"MURK no know. Tall one help MURK know magic."
Megara turns to MURK and observes him incredulously. "You? Know magic? Heh! Now I've heard it all. And what form of magic would that be, then?"
"Magic thingy-thing with black stick," MURK replies as he makes the writing movement with his hand.
"Oh, that... I suppose that is some form of magic, then," Megara remarks off-handedly as she draws out a pen from what looks like a quiver over her back. "Here, add this one to your collection. I found it on the way here, from some mad thug."
MURK takes the pen, hugs it warmingly as if it was the best ever gift she could have given him, then stuffs it in his pants. Meanwhile, Megara looks at the unfolding scene, looks at Lothar, looks back at Traugott, back at Lothar.
"The family resemblance is uncanny, wouldn't you say?" Megara comments with a smirk on her lips.
Mindreader: "How would you like your lance, Skraal. I asume you'll pass on making it inteligent, but do you want it specially made as a devil slayer. Heres a mug of ale, don't want to waste your drinking time talking to me." With that a large mug of hard ale apears in the golems hand and he presents it to Skraal.
"thanks, but don't change it."
{G2g, will post stats in sblock later.}
His frame barely resembles that of a dwarf any longer. A large hole gaping in his chest, his arm rent almost in half. Yet he still stands. He flexes his muscles and astonishingly the flow of blood from his wounds slows, and then reverses. The gashes forming scars and the flesh knitting together, disgusting cracks and pops can be heard as bones knit back into place. Kark seems more refreshed and invigorated...
Then something catches his attention, the quicksilver was not expelled from his body, it must still be inside him. Kark doubles over in pain and blazing agony as he vomits blood and mercucial fluids pour from his mouth. He begins wiping away the foul metalic liquid when another heave wracks his frame and yet still more blood and the liquid flow forth uncontrollably....
edit, again: to prevent confusion, ill add this. The golem mindreader will definetly know they are being scryed on so when he looks at the intruders hell see the two mischeif makers and know they are offended by their gestures
EDIT: ((The Mindreader will ignore them as he is helping someone who wants to kill their god with anti-demon weapons.))
Ichiata and Dusque head over to Krede's.
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Not much going on in here in the way of fighting. I'm going to be bringing in a few more contenders as time permits. Just a thought but couldnt you guys do the sblock ooc chat the way Gareth asked or take it to PM's just so im not coming back to this message board to read random thoughts and nonsensical debates about whether a golem should go to a tavern or not. If done properly it might have been entertaining. Just that all the OOC'ing back and forth floods my email with messages i'd rather not have spent the time to take to check the boards. I'd appreciate your cooperation.
Also im not trying to be a jerk or mean so if i come accross that way sorry. I just want to rp some fighting without all the ooc verbal orration.
Also im not trying to be a jerk or mean so if i come accross that way sorry. I just want to rp some fighting without all the ooc verbal orration.
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Sorry that this is all I wrote, considering the delay.
As everyone is gambling, or drinking, or talking a canisphinx races into the room. It immediatly stops next to Lothar and turns into a human with several egyption garments ((I dont know there names, be creative)) and a large ankh strapped across his back. Glad, the man wings Lothar in the man's direction and shouts
"LOTHAR!! Im so glad to see you!! Boy do i have some news for you! I found the corpse of the cat that hated me and turned it into a pouch!! I was looking for you to give it to you and all. Anyways whats up?
The man eagerly awaits for Lothar to take the pouch and greet him
((I dont know why i made him so hyper. I guess he like got to involved with a spell to boost constitution... Iuno. feel free to greet him))
“My brother,” he whispers. He gazes down upon the fight again, worried, sickened, and-
“Wait,” Lothar scrunches his brow, head swiveling toward Alkiroth. “You turned the cat into a pouch?” He looks down at the pouch, then back at Alkiroth, then down at the pouch again. Lothar takes the ex-cat from Alkiroth's hand. "...Thanks, I guess."
His shout was a partially involved his roar ability, stunning and scaring a few people nearby. His muscles are twitching from excitement. Then, when he calms down, he looks out the window to watch the brawl.
"I see, your brother isnt doing to well... I apologize."
"It isn't that..." The druid takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "You can never tell how well he's doing. It's just that he..."
Lothar trails off again. After a short pause, he shakes his head, looking back at Alkiroth with something of a forced smile.
"It's nothing. So, what happened to you after my fight with Wresh? I never figured it out," Lothar chuckles. "Considering I was in a coma and all!"
Megara can't help but laugh at the unfolding conversation between Lothar and Alkiroth. "I wonder when MURK will get around to giving me a cat-skin pouch!" Megara turns to continue watching the unfolding battle. Megara begins to sing a song, hauntingly beautiful and yet subtly sinister.
"Sword and shield collide,
Only the toughest survive.
In the fury of the ancients,
There is no such thing as patience,
For bloodlust and victory.
Yet the reason is just silly!"
Meanwhile, MURK is sitting amiably beside Megara almost like a pet, and more than once opens his mouth to sing along, which quickly shuts.
It was then that half-drow began to sing her haunting melody. Lothar's ears perk up at the noise; the druid hadn't noticed Megara at all until now. He looks her over, noting that she isn't in any way imposing. But he'd dealt with drow before, and although he didn't like stereotypes ("Hey, you're a druid. Why don't you talk to the dire lion?"), he was still wary.
Megara finishes her verse, prompting Lothar to speak.
"A song appropriate for the time," he says, looking sideways at Megara from under his hood. Not quite sure what to say next, Lothar just waits for a response. No, he never was very good with social interactions.
Eiilios's stats
Eiilios Elven Level 2 Swordsage
Str: 14
Dex: 20
Con: 10
Int: 14
Wis: 16
Cha: 12
HP: 14
AC: 17
Initiative: +6
BAB: +1
Fort: +0
Ref: +8
Will: +6
Skills:
Balance: 5 ranks +9 total
Intimidate: 5 ranks +7 total
Hide: 5 ranks +9 total
Move Silently: 5 ranks +9 total
Tumble: 5 ranks +9total
Sence Motive: 5 ranks +8 total
Jump: 5 ranks +7 total
Feats:
Improved unarmed strike
Manuvers: Readied?
Counter Charge Yes
Mighty Throw Yes
Shadow Blade Technique Yes
Burning Blade No
Clinging Shadow Strike No
Stone Bones Yes
Charging Minotaur No
Stances Known:
Step of the Wind
Child of Shadow
Str: 14
Dex: 20
Con: 10
Int: 14
Wis: 16
Cha: 12
HP: 14
AC: 17
Initiative: +6
BAB: +1
Fort: +0
Ref: +8
Will: +6
Skills:
Balance: 5 ranks +9 total
Intimidate: 5 ranks +7 total
Hide: 5 ranks +9 total
Move Silently: 5 ranks +9 total
Tumble: 5 ranks +9total
Sence Motive: 5 ranks +8 total
Jump: 5 ranks +7 total
Feats:
Improved unarmed strike
Manuvers: Readied?
Counter Charge Yes
Mighty Throw Yes
Shadow Blade Technique Yes
Burning Blade No
Clinging Shadow Strike No
Stone Bones Yes
Charging Minotaur No
Stances Known:
Step of the Wind
Child of Shadow
Snapping herself out of it, she turns to Lothar. "I suppose that anyone can fight in this arena? There are no special requirements such as mere brute strength such as only I have seen participating here?" She finishes her question by looking at MURK (still sitting there, unusually quiet), then at the fighting barbarians.
Lothar can hear her voice in his head as she speaks, a subtle intrusion bearing a simple sentence. **It might take your mind off of things.**
"Anyone, yes." Lothar responds curtly. "If you would like a fight..." The druid grins wickedly, pulling his spear up in front of him.
"Then have fun!" Lothar places Alkiroth in front of Megara and turns back to the window, all in one motion.
"A fight you want? Very well. I will battle you. Soon messenger Enku will arrive with the news of Ichiata and Dusque."
Alkiorth conjures his pouch of gold peices and levitates roughly 10 gold peices and places them on the counter. Then he conjures his pheonix quill pen and writes "Alkiroth, great".
He then walks down the shadowy staircase, waiting for the bard to follow.
She then follows Alkiroth down the stairs. "You know, I'm not exactly familiar with these arena battles. I've only seen such fights when MURK was involved. This might turn out to be very entertaining for us both." There is a hint of seductiveness in her voice.
((I might not be able to start this match until later this afternoon, sorry))
Alkiroth looks back at her and then looks forward again.
"It seems half-drow also crave for lust. Unexpected, dear."
He has little energy to expand on such thoughts now, his brain addled with the rage coursing through him. He prepares for the worst from his new enemies... his stomach, and the man who will shortly be upon him.
The man's coffee colored hand softly stroke the fabric of the cloak, as if he is petting the creature with in. Trying to soothe the rage that seems to boil within most undead creatures.
The heavily cloaked figure remained ever still and soon more than just an aura of fear began to flow into the room, a call was sent out, the call of battle. He would draw there souls to him....the souls of true warriors. A smile creased the lips hidden beneath the dark sable hood...soon the souls of the brave would join him in the dark and intoxicating dance of death.
Ichiata and Dusque both reppear casually near Lothar. Before long Ichiata begins to speak to Lothar
"Well... It seems your brother is quite a fiend. You hate him yet... You make no sense Lothar. By the way... Where did you get that pouch?"
Ichiata turns away from Lothar and moves his wings, attempting to reflect light into Lothar's eyes. Then Dusque comes to crush Lothar's spirits even more
"You know that pendant we gave you? Well we just want to tell you we had no intention of giving it to you in the first place. It was meant for Ichiata until Alkiroth requested it to be given to you. Im just telling this to show we have no respect and can care less about you."
"There is a man over there who wants a fight; why don't you give him one?"
"Him...? I dont think i will face that goth of Nerull. Why dont you fight him? You sure have enough nerve to fight him, what with mentioning his name? I know, how about we fight you?"
While Dusque is speaking to Lothar Ichiata rudely interrupts
"Yes... We should battle. How about it Lothar?"
"Good job," the druid says, still not turning around. "You've done something only a few people in history have done. You've started to annoy me."
A current of electricity streaks around Lothar, dissappearing quickly.
"When that dwarf and my brother are finished, we will fight. No sooner."
OOC
Possibly last post for the night.
Ichiata smirks under his hood, while Dusque snickers. Ichiata walks over to the counter and drops 20 charred gold peices that land with a light crackle. He walks back to where Lothar and Dusque stands and... hover.
"My champion grows restless, he longs for blood..." sighing the man tries to placate his fighter, trying with all his divine will to calm and conquer the madness beneath the hood.
OOC
-TSBH, I'll throw you a bone.
-jakel, lets geddit on.
-jakel, lets geddit on.
The pudgy necromancers eyes come to life at the orc's approach, then it spoke, and asked for a match. With quite a flourish the man stands and gestures to his silent companion. "It is not I who wish to battle, it is he." He points and the cloaked figure turns.
Murk would now be able to feel the chill of death wash over him...as if death itself had turned it's gaze on the orc warrior. A loud airy hiss escaped the hood again and the cloaked figure turned making its way to the arena.
The pudgy man muttered a few prayers and made a holy gesture as his creation left the room. Turning to the orc he put on a hideous smile, "Good luck." He then made his way to a window, this would be good. The first victim of the undead wind...hmmm catchy..."The Wind of Death" he said this outloud, to know one in particular.
The cloacked warrior stood in the middle of the arena, his senses stretching out, desiring the life of all the spectators...an arena was not a good place for him to be.
MURK starts into the arena, and takes his freshly-polished double-axe, Vek, out. Admiring the golem craftsmanship on the weapon, on its wickedly-shaped curves that would be equally painful going out as they are going in, giving it a few practice swings and noticing the ease by which it spins, (MURK knows a thing or two about crafting weapons, surprisingly enough) MURK stops by shoving Vek as far against the cloaked figure's face(?) as possible, in his customary salute.
"Vek, meet... Uhm...Wind of Death! Wind of Death, meet Vek."
What had once been a proud strong man, was now a hollow shell, the well preserved corpse was covered in obscene tatoos which pulsed with a faint arcane light and spoke of horrid experimentation and sadistic knowledge. The skin of this man was at one time perhaps a deep chocolate color, but was now a nauseating collection of mottled brow and green, and it seemed as if the mans skeleton itself sought to escape his body pressing and stretching his skin along his face and body, as if his skeleton had formed a kind of shell on the outside of his musculatur. His was truly horrid, his eyes replaced with a firey red gem and a ghostly white eye. He wore a mail shirt, it's links well kept and clean they seemed to be made of obsidian. On his back, hovering beside him, the gift of Nerull...Valthanis his weapon of choice, and exotic scythe like weapon.
He stared at his oponent opening his mouth to deliver a mighty roar...something that came out as a deadly hiss. Then he stepped back he stood impassive Valthanis held just to his left, awaiting the signal to begin.
Up in the arena lobby his master looked down upon his creation.....in almost a whisper he muttered to himself..."glorious...my son is glorious...."
"You need that check. Not good." MURK shakes his head in... pity, it looks like. After all, how is that fellow ever going to get a decent girl if he looks like that?
MURK then realizes he's supposed to be fighty-fighting. Grabbing Vek in both hands, MURK glares at his opponent, meeting it eye-to-eye. Quite literally.
"By way, MURK no do death fighty-fight. MURK no want kill."
MURK begins to advance. Slowly at first, twirling Vek in a figure-eight pattern around him. MURK begins to pick up momentum, and ends up making a full-on pinwheeling charge at the skull-face.
Tensing what was left of his muscles Orthanis launched himself into the air, somersaulting. The ruby that sat placidly in his eye took on a dark purple tint as the magic it housed flew towards MURK. A ball of dark necromatic flame erupted around the orcish warrior.To finish this display of firey acrobatics Orthanis attempted to land behind MURK, bringing Valthanis down in a hard viscious arc. Through the curved blade of his scythe he would begin to draw away not only a piece of the soul, but bits and pieces of the mighty orcs strength.
MURK accepts the flames, thinking he'd probably get used to them by now. What, with every single opponent he's faced so far using at least some form of fire magic (Even Bob and his silly comets). Stupid fire. It burns stuff.
-However, when it comes to weapons heading towards MURK, he ain't no slouch at not dodging. Which makes for a very interesting triple negative. And Necromancers use negative energy. MURK thinks he can use the power of triple negatives to throw off Orthanis' assault.
-But not right now; there's a scythe screaming out for souls and such coming right at him. Perhaps MURK should think about avoiding it.
-But what about the triple negatives? That could do the work for MURK!
-Look, this is hardly the time to argue!
-ORLY?
-YARLY!
MURK decides on avoiding the scythe, which is probably just as well, what with the whole soul-stealing stuff.
MURK assumes a defensive posture with Vek, and starts to taunt skull-face.
"You ain't no gonna miss missing MURK! MURK not un-want no bashing skull-face. Not!"
MURK, realizing that this fellow doesn't seem to be affected by triple-negative energy attacks, is getting kind of peeved off that nothing he thinks of seems to work. And that darned hissing isn't doing any good, either. MURK ducks to avoid the shadow flames.
Pinwheeling Vek and using it as a convenient shield whilst ducking, MURK deflects the scythe and puts himself in line for a good few swipes. Jumping back up and shifting Vek from direction to direction, MURK attempts to go on the offensive. A cut aimed at the head, the shoulder, the thigh, the other arm, the ribs, the hips, the foot, the spine, the neck, the skull, the arm again, the groin, the scythe, the scythe again, the other shoulder, the hand, the leg, the ribs again...
What's more, the movements appear to be gaining in momentum beyond that of a normal orc, as MURK's muscles bulge and his skin toughens, his remaining pupil dilates in the primal fury of One-Eye.
Like smelly brown things through a fan.
((Last post for tonight, laterz))
"I could fight him next."
((As a note I may not be able to finish a battle in one day.))
Aliroth, after hearing the song heisitates. He then gains control of himself and uses a fatigue on Megera. He then takes flight and throws a few lightning bolts at Megera before swooping down to swat her with his large ankh.
((Just so you guys know, he doesnt use real spells. If you read Gareth's first thread he had an ability called Channel Divine. Hes using that im just not adding channel divine to my posts. Im saying this so you know hes not a spellcaster))
"No, it's just humans."
Megara deftly dodges the lightning bolts with the skilled practice of an acrobat, tumbling to the side, and throwing her longsword at the oncoming opponent. About this point, the fatigue hits her, and Megara doesn't really want to bother standing up right now.
The sword begins to glow a bright navy blue as it halts it's approach just short of Alkiroth, and swipes at him of its own will, as though trying to hold the creature at bay.
Meanwhile, Megara draws a wand from her quiver-looking pack, and fires an orb of acid into the fray, all the while singing a different song, one in what appears to be a magical language. The area just behind Alkiroth (including the fellow himself) begins to vibrate heavily...
Well, you need to be, when you like being in the thick of combat like this.
Unfortunately, said longsword was ignored. Longswords get bored when ignored, so the sword stabs the sphinx in the solar plexus.
Meg puts away that wand, thinking it wouldn't help her right now. She takes out a peculiar device shaped like a curved shell, with the inside glowing multiple colors from red to green and blue. Meg also takes out another wand. Using the device on herself, Meg's skin begins to harden and turn a stone-grey. She then points the wand at Alkiroth, and several strange silver bands fly out of the wand, heading to the sphinx and attempting to bind it. (Duct Tape)
And, on top of that, Megara sings another song, elegant and ear-drawing, sending a simple sentence with its subtle suggestion. **That sword must be getting very annoying. Why don't you try and get rid of that first?**
Well, that is a very compelling argument, after all. What, with dancing swords being such a pain in the gut. Literally.
((He is pretty hurt but since canisphinx are one of the most constitutionist (?) of the sphinx he is ignoring most of what is being thrown at him))
There isn't much Megara can do about the scorching ray, which hits her multiple times(?) straight in the chest and stomach. But then again, Meg came prepared for that.
However, the nice stoney covering provides her with stern resistance against Alkiroth's other attack, but just because it's more advantageous at the moment, she falls over with the canisphinx still on her, and with a backward roll combined with uncharacteristic strength for the (half-)drow race, throws him off.
All of this effort has left her quite without the right sort of breath for singing, so Meg gives it a miss. Megara switches to a forward roll, putting both of the items she was holding into her quiver-like pack and using one hand to reach for her sword.
Those nasty claw marks and that burn are still in her mind, as her other hand reaches for something else in her pack.
Alkiroth takes tries to claw the sheath off of Megera and attempt to rip through the quiver-like pack with a claw, then a bite.
Sprrrlch!
This is S-Blocked in case of squeamishness.
Shattered skull, blood, and brain matter tear their way out of the human's head, exploding into the rain like prisoners set free from their cells. Traugott falls over backwards, hitting the ground with a sickening "Thud!" He lay, unmoving, and in a pool of his own head.
The crowd is silent. Only the pattering of rain can be heard. Lothar stands centered in the window, his expression no more that of horror than Kark's- although the druid certainly isn't enjoying this. He notes movement.
Traugott's arm raises up wearily. But with a sudden motion, it plunges into his chest, pulling from his shattered torso the still-beating heart. Traugott's hand holds the organ still, allowing everyone a good look. Satisfied, he crushes it, gushing blood everywhere.
The crowd is silent. Only the pattering of rain can be heard. Lothar stands centered in the window, his expression no more that of horror than Kark's- although the druid certainly isn't enjoying this. He notes movement.
Traugott's arm raises up wearily. But with a sudden motion, it plunges into his chest, pulling from his shattered torso the still-beating heart. Traugott's hand holds the organ still, allowing everyone a good look. Satisfied, he crushes it, gushing blood everywhere.
The attacks against Megara are made to little effect thanks to Meg's dexterity and her stoney hide, especially after she manages to use her sword to parry the claws.
However, when she realizes her pack is being targeted, Meg lets out a single note of song (G-sharp), louder than anyone could have thought physically possible, it has to have been assisted by magic. Alkiroth's ears ring terribly, and it seems the only way to prevent permanent loss of hearing is to close his ears with his hands.
"Don't. Touch. The Bag."
If Alkiroth is going to close his ears, then Meg will take the chance to make a few swipes and stabs with her longsword. If not, she'll fall back a step and take out another wand from her pack.
"I apologize for these unholy combat techniques..."
He then throws a few bolts of hellfire at Megera's body. Lastly, when she is caught off gaurd ((burned, distracted, iuno)) he swoops down quickly drawing his ankh and ramming it into Megera's kneecap. Trying to dislocate it.
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Ichiata mearly grins and looks at Dusque, who looks back at him.
During the 30 seconds of hesitation, Meg grabs out a wand she had grasped since before the assault against her bag, and uses it against herself. Whatever wounds she had suffered begin to close up completely. That done, Meg puts the wand back in her pack, takes out another one, and uses it right in front of her. The air around where she casts it begins to sparkle a bit. Finally, she takes out another weird device, a black pen very similar to the one she gave MURK.
With this ready, Megara sorts through her mental lists of defenses and offenses. This creature is no doubt going to use some form of ranged attack, and since she cannot see any physical way Alkiroth can do this, she has to believe it'll be magical, in which case her stony skin will prove useless. But magic doesn't last forever, and the creature will either switch to another type of magic, or dive into melee.
Yes, Megara has set this fight out right.
When the bolts of hellfire swoop down, heading straight towards the half-drow, the stop and explode short of her, as though hitting an unseen barrier. Megara keeps the pen and sword at the ready.
((You may want to revise Alkiroth's swoop with the hellfire bolt's failure in mind, so I'm leaving it at that point.))
Surprised, Alkiroth tries to stop but gets somewhat burnt from the white flames. He yelps and flies back into the sky, still smoking from the brilliant white flames. Then he conjures a cube of force around Megera and summons a large block just as big as the cube of force and places it on top of it.
"In 10 seconds after i finish this sentence the force will diminish and the three ton block of limestone will fall on you. killing you..."
((I kinda want Alkiroth to lose to Megera then take revenge some other time. You like my cool tactic?))
Too much OOC for just (())
I actually meant that the hellfire bolts hit a wall of force, and that Alkiroth had time to not do the swooping thing before smacking into the wall, but this works too. :D
And no, I'm assuming that the phone ad you mention wasn't screened down south.
Good thing the wall of force is still right above Megara, at least. And at a slope facing Alkiroth.
Oh, and I thank you for surrendering in advance. Saves me the time. :P
And no, I'm assuming that the phone ad you mention wasn't screened down south.
Good thing the wall of force is still right above Megara, at least. And at a slope facing Alkiroth.
Oh, and I thank you for surrendering in advance. Saves me the time. :P
Instinctively Kark calls out to his axe, still lodged in Traugott's head. Unable to grasp the handle with Taugrott moving so irradicaly, the weapon momentary vanishes to re-appear firmly grasped in Kark's hand. Just in time it would seem as Traugott suddenly veers left, bouncing off his right foot and barreling shoulder first into Kark. The dwarf can hear a sickening crack: as he parries Traugott's forearm with his axe.
The last thing Kark expected was what comes next. Taugrott using the sharp, shredded remains of his own arm as a crude stabbing weapon. One, Two, Three, Four, Five..., Nine, Ten times he rapidly stabs Kark with reflexes supernaturally enhanced beyond any human norm. Kark barely manages to avoid several of the attacks while the rest land true. Globules of blood fly from attacker and defender alike, mignling in the air to land with sickening wet dripping and splattering noises. The area around the combatants has taken on a slick and blood-red appearance as it contains more of their life-blood than the two still locked in mortal combat.
Kark senses that he must finish this soon, lest his body will succumb to the numbness of death. He raises his axe high for what will surely be the deciding series of blows...
He screams primaly as he drops his axe backwards over his right shoulder grasping it in both hands, using the momentum to windmill the axe underhanded towards Taugrott's undefended and rended side... as the blow lifts Taugrott from the ground Kark releases his grip on the axe, which disapears momentarily to reappear in his hands held high above his head. With frightening speed and the added momentum of Taugrott's rising form Kark brings the axe down hard aiming for his exposed neck... following up quickly with 4 equally agressive blows to Taugrott's other limbs which remain intact attemting to sunder them, leaving them useless and unable to function.
He takes a seat by the druid, and daces him before speaking in a pitying tone, not unkind. "Look, I saw... some of those things you fought, I've seen you at the hospital afterwards... and, well, you've seen enough already. And that traugott... well, he's a decent guy when he's sane, although I'd love to replace that dwarf for some of the things he said. Anyway, I figured you might need some help, help that I happen to have. "
The kobold opens his pack and begins to place several things on the druid's lap, beggining with a scroll "this is to bring him back" then a beautiful, uncut diamond "an' this to fire up th' spell", and finally, a very large tankard of unidentifiable liquid, though it is most likely a mixture of lantern oil, pure alcohol, and alchemist's fire. "An' this... is to make him want t' stay alive afterwards."
He throws his body to the left of the ray to dodge it. Then he flys towards the wall with great speed. Lastly, he turns into his human form and lets himslef smash into the wall. Half a second later there is a crack and shatter of bones as Alkiroth falls to the ground unconcious.
Still wearing that stony hide, Megara puts back the item, and walks up to Alkiroth. She stares at him with a mixture of confusion (**Why did he do that?**), scorn (**Idiot**), and admiration (**Got guts, this one**). She sits down in front of Alkiroth and whispers into his head, spearing through the inactive consciousness of his mind and searing the words as sure as any brander.
**... And I suppose that is that? You know, drow society states that the loser of a fight like this one is made to die in the most painful and lingering way...
But you should probably thank your foreign deities that we aren't in drow society. And I'm sure that if I killed you, your friends would hunt me to the earth's ends.
...
I do this only for my benefit.**
Meg begins to sing another song. Hauntingly beautiful, but uplifting, as though hope immaterial flows from her mouth.
[i]"Come, you fallen warriors old.
Come, you who've oaths to keep.
Come, you who are able and bold.
Leave those who'd your loss weep."[/i]
Any bleeding or continuous wound Alkiroth had stops, as though the subconscious mind, inspired by the song, took hold of the body and staved off death.
With that done, Megara turns, sheathes her sword in a form of salute, and walks solemnly back to the lobby, leaving the unconscious but still alive Alkiroth lying on the arena floor.
I just can't be bothered with the (())
I'm waiting for TaintedSoulBrokenHeart to get back to me on what his Skull-face is doing.
Alternatively, someone can approach Megara, but I'd rather not have her fight anyone until MURK's done.
Alternatively, someone can approach Megara, but I'd rather not have her fight anyone until MURK's done.
OOC
Tried replying yesterday, but my internet connection severed right after clicking "Post!" Ergh, Comcast...
Ichiata looks at the druid, then Traugott. He rudely blurts out what he is going to say in a manner that could easily emberass Lothar.
"You are related to that puddle of carnage?! You told Alkiroth nothing about your brother when you told about your life! Alkiroth does not take kindly to liars, especially ones who he trusts and respects!
Ichiata then looks at the kobold who is no doubt scanning his mind with no luck at all. He makes his classic grin towards Skraal and then looks back at the cesspool of gore.
"I did not lie. Alkiroth asked me how I became a servant of the storm, and I told him. My brother's story is one completely seperate from my own."
Ichiata turns from Skraal and looks at Lothar in a way that shows he was beat. He walks over to Lothar and watches the battle silently.
Dusque who was watching the argument decides to toy around with Lothar for she still wants to cause trouble. She flies into his body (not possessing) to make Lothar feel uncomfortable and wait for him to snap but also being aware he is hard to annoy and simply ignore it.
Jakel
Fixed now. Mind changing yours to fit?
Not the full, hearty laugh of Traugott. No, it is a hollow laugh, a wicked laugh accompanied by a wicked smile spread across the remainder of Traugott's face.
"Death," Traugott says with a sneer. His voice is a twisted mockery of his normally jovial tone. "...Welcomed again."
"What in the name of Mephistopheles are you doing you little nitwit!! Dont mess with my disciples or the Elder of Decisions will DEFINETLY give you hell!!! Now let me see that object!"
Enku breifly dissappears then reappears with the gem in his hand, and gives it to Ichiata. Ichiata's face is in a stunned position and gladly accepts the gen. Ichiata takes out his Wand of Ice and Sand and freezes the gem before throwing it into the wilderness.
"Now, Skraal. How about a challenge?"
Lothar stands suddenly, placing the items in his lap back in Skraal's care. He turns quickly, head bowed and his face obscured by the hood. His spear points at Enku's chest.
"This kobold is helping a man in need, twice over so far. Ichiata and Dusque wanted a fight- how about you as well? Three-versus-me."
The kobold stalks off in the direction of the arena, weapons ready.
Wall
okay, which one of us should edit?
Cog
Normally I'd say me, but the chance of Lothar and Skraal teaming up is just too good.
Not to pick on Jakel, of course.
Not to pick on Jakel, of course.
((This guy isn't meant for much fighting outside devil slaying. He is chaotic good and so is most of his equipment.))
Ichiata, Enku, and Dusque both already look like they want to kill "Dev" already. Fortunatly they stay quiet and keep their swear-filled thoughts to themselfs.
"'ello Dev, and shove off, I appreciate the help, but I don't exactly sell life insurance."
He rummages around in his backpack, and fishes out a small construct, seemingly nothing more than a scrollcase on legs. He places lothar's gem and his scroll in it, along with a healing scroll for kark, and gives it brief instructions on post-battle casting before walking off. "Right, the way I see it, this is a two on two match Lothar, and you better get over here while there's still some of them left."
Ichiata silently walks up to Dev and speaks
"You, battle, now. We dont need you in Arch-Wing politics and disrupting lord Mephistopheles's order."
Edit: To arch-wings ((how did they know about his occupation?)): "We just don't like powerful forces that could harm us or those we work with. You devils were just on the list, so we trained a few specialists."
OOC
the Jewelry comment refers to him being made of silver. Also, to those of you who are curious, Skraal really does drink the kind of stuff he got fro traugott, and he obviously survives it.
As all the beings in this room debate on devil heads and golem empires a silent man enters the room. He looks almost like Alkiroth at a distance but it is clear he wears a torquose necklase with a ruby beatle engraved in the center. He wears a silky white sash that is home to graceful looking scimitar that gives off a soft but bright tan glow. Its head is that of a jackals but it looks like it was made of ebony. Narrow red eyes appear next to the large ears. Gold cuffs appear on his legs and arms. Lastly he wears a egyption loincloth (?) with gold leaf on its edges.
Sejahi Dhey
Anubite, male
LN
Fighter, Sorceror
The Anubite was at the table right after he entered the room. He takes a handful of coins ((Mainly copper)) out of a pouch under his sash and pours them onto the table. He signs the waiver as great(high)-elite(low). He walks over to the where the body of conversation is located and begins to speak.
"Well, I came here to fight and thats what i wish to do. Is anyone willing to combat me?"
OOC
Hah! The guy playing devils gets makes the 666th reply.
"... I know, I'm sorry. I haven't been in a great mood as of late."
OOC
standard behavioral advice, modified by your friendly neighborhood kobold!
"So you slayed the long deceased Anubis! You, kobold, face me!"
((History fact: Did you know the scimitar was translated as saber in the England from the crusades?))
"It was meant just as much towards the devil trio. In all honesty, I mean no harm to any of them; I'm just ticked, and need an outlet. And I figure some annoying servants of an archdevil should be just the outlet I'm looking for."
Lothar reaches the door, hesitating as he puts his hand on the iron ring. He takes a deep breath, and turns to smile at Skraal.
"It was a pleasure meeting you. I'm sure it'll be mroe of one kicking aft with you."
Lothar looks back at the Anubite.
"You've certainly made some 'friends' around here, haven't you?"
"There are no devils here. And this place is to battle. I dont see why you just fight me for i wont be able to use my magic against you."
((What was this then? Dev (and I) took it as a challenge.))
He faces the Anubite and speaks, Exasperation in his voice. "Look, I never did anything, or even met your god, and I'm sick and tired of you, dusque, messing with everyone you meet, remember the gem. Look, if you really want a fight, although for your sake I don't advise it, we can have a match later and I'll show you your place in the food chain."
((What was this then? Dev (and I) took it as a challenge.))
((I fixed that, he didnt understand what you meant and so he moved on))
"No... No shes not messing with my head. I gave her a warning to not toy with me. And... Thus you are the... Antagonist of... this coflict. Challenge me... I wish to remove my sin of hatred for the kobolds and how they slain Anubis."
The Anubite is obviously confused from shellshock of sorts. He rudely grabs the kobolds arm and attempts to drag him to the arena.
The Anubite springs out of the kobolds grasp and casts confusion on the kobold to prevent psionics and rust on his weapons (not the lance). Then he draws his scimitar and puts it to the kobold's throat and it begins to drain the moisture from the kobold.
The Anubite, keeping his sword to the kobold's throat, snarls to keep the golem off his back for NOW.
The kobold falls to the ground, his flesh dessicating rapidly, eyes popping, and limbs going limp, he begins to lose conciousness..
The Anubite, stunned throws his sword to the wall. He calms down and relizes what he did to the kobold. He quickly casts heal, and hydrate on the kobold, hoping he wont lose conciousnes. When the kobold finally awakens (a few seconds later) the Anubite looks much more calm and... clueless. With his sword still lodged into the wall
"I apologize most sincerely friend. Its my shellshock from the wars of the Emperor Theris that has driven me into short bursts of anger and insanity. Thankfully these are very breif but when such events occur with a living envirenment i try to leave as fast as possible, but my craving to kill someone grew and focused on you. I again sincerely apologize."
"I think there are rules against out of arena fighting so I must intervene." Dev then flips out a seditive with inhuman speed, and sticks it in the new comers neck. ((It just slows you down and calms you down (less adreniline).)) "Here Skraal." He throws a vile that dispells the effect.
Check my recent post.
As the dummy opens its eyes, Skraal walks out from behind the jackal man. "No problem, let me know when you're done being murderous." He flashes his reptilian, toothy grin and opens the doors to the arena.
"Nice shot," he says, and after a momentary struggle pulls the sword from the wall. He tosses the scimitar back to the Anubite.
wall
and it can go right back up, pretend that didn't happen.
The Anubite briefly grabs his sword and follows Skraal to the arena.
OOC
Ah, so many edits! Should I adjust my post?
Cog: What am I ignoring?
Cog: What am I ignoring?
"Yeah, it happens to other people, you'll get used to it."
OOC
Will be back soon; have to call folks about my actual DnD game.
((see you soon wall!))
((hey, where is everyone?))
Ichiata cant help but to turn his head towards Skraal's general direction. He walks over to them before making a shrewd thank you
"Soo we are much different to fight than devils? Interesting.. But before you tell me to shut up Skraal, I will be talking to my friend here."
Ichiata turns and faces the anubite who looks back at Ichiata.
"You have won the war. You have saved Anubis."
Sejahi jumps off his feat in joy and lands with perfect precision. He walks next to Ichiata as a comrade. Dusque, feeling shunned flies next to Sejahi and hovers next to him in a defensive stance.
"Bout time you got here. An' sevifor, here's a handy rule of thumb: If Ichiata here says somethin', it didn't happen."
((depends on his mood, really))
Ichiata's hands turns pitch black and he grabs Sejahi's chest. Sejahi screams in agony as his soul is grabbed from his body. A whisp flies out into Ichiata's hands and Sejahi slumps to the ground. With Ichiata's content of disposing of a threat he grabs the dessicating scimitar and then a black sheath that looks just like his other one but with no runes appears. He puts away his sword and looks at Skraal in a tilted and slanted posistion.
"I know Anubis will smite me sooner or later, but im prepared..."
Dusque smirks and hovers towards Enku, hoping he will protect her from any magic to be used on her.
((Wow, I didnt expect Sejahi would actually die this quick from the Arch-Wing. He was going to eventually but my plans turned so i had to quickly change plans. Aw well. I know Skraal will be mad at Ichiata for this! :P ))
Skraal snaps his fingers, and the scroll-bot rushes to tend to the anubite, while his sword pops into existence, gripped in his hands. He whirls around blade first, catching Ichiata with the edge of the sword, adding in a spin-kick. Uncaring whether it connects or not, he immediately leaps into the air and looses a hail of lightning at the arch-wings before dropping down to the ground again, ready to cleave through the arch-wings, as well as enku if necessary. Even through his blind rage he manages to hiss a few words, but no more. "That was the last straw, Ichiata. Mephistopheles will die first, and when I'm done with him, pray to your dead god that I never find you."
OOC
And this is what I get for playing a few rounds of Warcraft III with my sister. I can't be stuffed catching up on things, so if anyone wants to summarize...))
Ichiata just barely dodges the blade as it shreds into his shoulder. He then barely manages to avoid the kick before jumping out of the way of the lightning bolt barrage.
"MURK no backie. MURK fighty-fight. Meg watch MURK strong."
Meg, however, is less enthusiastic about the whole deal.
"Sure, go fight him. Her. It. Whatever. I'll just stay here if that's alright. Don't forget to pay for the duel, MURK."
"Pay what?"
*Sigh* "Get your gold shineys out, take ten of them, put them in that over there."
MURK walks over to "that over there," and reaches down inside his pants. Pulling out a handful of coins, he begins to count them.
[b]"1... 3... 11... W... Q...
MURK grabs Vek out, and looking at Dev, says, "You met Vek? If no..."
MURK then shoves Vek sideways as close to Dev as possible.
"Vek, meet... uhm... What you call?"
But if size was everything, then MURK would want a correctly-proportioned double axe with a handle as thick as MURK himself, never mind the blades.
MURK wastes no time. A feral howl easily heard by the audience issues from his throat, his muscles bulge, he grips Vek harder with a grasp so strong that Vek's own handles strain from the pressure. MURK's eye dilutes in the primal fury of Gruumsh's rage.
MURK charges straight into Dev, a 'cunning' plan set. His blade is set in an awkward position to attack, muscles twitching for Dev's reaction.
Vek spins in an upward thrust as the blade begins its path across. It manages to hit the flat of the blade, forcing up its path over MURK's head.
Weapon successfully parried, MURK easily carries over a counter of his own, the other end of Vek heading towards Dev's sword-arm.
A swipe at the shoulder, at the leg, at the neck, the chest, the hip, the stomach, the sword-arm, the shield-arm, the head, the chest again... An unrelenting assault of lightning-fast movements fueled further by not only the magical power of the axe, but also MURK's pumping muscles, his rage, his skill, his assistance by One-Eye, his determination to win this fight against the third metal-man he's fought in the arena.
OOC
Eryn
Elven Female
Unknown Alignment
classes unknown
Eryn has no visible weapons or even armor for that matter. She seems completely unprepared for the burden that has been placed upon her. The only thing she does not lack is courage, even in the circumstance she is in she holds her head high when she is allowed to do so, and at those moments her breathtaking beauty is unavoidably alluring.
Her stance is awkward, and her weapon too heavy for her to wield properly. She obviously has little if any formal martial training, and she seems on the verge of tears which she holds in check
Eryn
Elven Female
Unknown Alignment
classes unknown
Eryn has no visible weapons or even armor for that matter. She seems completely unprepared for the burden that has been placed upon her. The only thing she does not lack is courage, even in the circumstance she is in she holds her head high when she is allowed to do so, and at those moments her breathtaking beauty is unavoidably alluring.
Her stance is awkward, and her weapon too heavy for her to wield properly. She obviously has little if any formal martial training, and she seems on the verge of tears which she holds in check
timaoh
Did you finish the Kark/Traugott fight when I wasn't looking?
Kark, trying to shake the weariness from his muscles, grins, and quietly whispers, "I guess i win." The smile fades as he drops to his knees and then falls over face-first towards Traugott's inert form. The thud of his form hitting the dirt, and what remains of Traugott, the final sound Kark hears i the wet ripping "Spluuuurch" of all his wounds opening simultaneously spilling his entrails over the ground. The ground quickly soaks up the blood of both combatants indiscriminantly, leaving gore and organs strewn about what was once Kark.
The combatants remain for a while in an errie embrace that almost mocks the trials they have recently endured. However the comraderie the have found in death might amuse them both more than others if they were alive to witness it.
((Happy now Wall? It's over))
Kark's entourage make no haste as they slowly gather everything needed for raising him and make their way towards the arena to do what they are paid for. Yet again.
Such a great opportunity to make some money, and she doesn't even have MURK with her to take advantage of it! Where in Gehenna is that orc?
Megara sits right up, spilling what was left of her elven brew. Not giving it a second glance, she walks straight up to the window to see MURK continuing his struggle against Dev.
**MURK! Finish as quickly as possible! If I get your help now, we can become rich!**
**But MURK fighty-fight! MURK win Dev. Wait?**
**Argh! There's a newcomer to the arena, and if she fights anyone else first, then we will have lost our chance!**
**Wait?**
**...Fine. But hurry up. I'll stall for t--**
**Wait?**
**I Wait, MURK.**
**Yay!**
With that, Megara walks up to the hustle and bustle of the crowd accepting bets. She focuses on the elf slave (Too bad for her!), drilling into her mind, prying some useful nugget of information.
One specific nugget of information especially.
Megara
Just curious what you're trying to find out with your prying message me.
Timaoh in General
Specifically, whether or not Eryn has any special ability at all, or is actually as weak as claimed by the other gladiators. Meg reasons that, since Eryn's "captor" listed her as good, but then claims 50:1 odds, then either one has got to be a lie.
Then he looks her in the eye and winks. Saying "and you should be careful you don't get involved too deeply in something a simple half-drow cant handle." and with that he turns back to those others who had been impatiently waiting to place their bets.
As Megara's eyes study the girl slouched on the floor, something gnaws at her attention. There is something unsettling and equally disturbing about the collar that is clasped around her neck. When she gazes upon it a cold feeling settles in the pit of her stomach. The feeling vaguely resembles fear but in a way it is different, it seems more tangible. The girl on the floor shifts nervously, and in doing so hides the collar from view.
Satisfied, Megara walks back to her seat, muttering to herself as she goes. "Pfft. Steep. Even if I lose the money, then I can just persuade someone to contribute to a friendly donation later on. But oh, the opportunity."
Noticing that she spilt her drink earlier on, she grabs the unbroken glass and conjures up some water. Sitting back down on her seat, not showing any emotion whatsoever, she slowly drinks from the cup.
**C'mon, MURK! Hurry up!**
OOC
C'mon NerdNumber1, Hurry up!
It's done.
The crowd is in an uproar. Both contestants lay in a single pool of blood, likely consisting of both their fluids. A team of dwarves tend to Kark, picking up entrails and getting the dwarf ready to revive. It looks like Lothar should do the same.
Lothar floats down to the arena floor through the rain, which has now slowed down to a light drizzle. He speaks a short prayer over Traugott's body; the corpse of his brother pulses, his body beginning to mend as the nature magic courses through it.
Lothar reaches into his pocket and pulls out a diamond. Crack! The gem erupts into light, flowing into Traugott's mended form. It lays still for a moment...
Traugott's eyes flit open, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. He yawns loudly, sitting up and rubbing one eye.
Pow!
Lothar's foot collides with his brother's face, knocking Traugott on his back. The berserker covers his bruised visage with his hand, glaring at Lothar.
"What was THAT for?"
"For being an idiot!" Lothar returns. "What are you doing here?"
Traugott looks puzzled for a moment, but sits up, turning to look around the arena, at the (leaving) crowd, and back at Kark. He thinks for a bit longer. Finally, he remembers.
"Fighting!"
Bamph!
Lothar's foot collides with Traugott's face again, knocking him on his back.
"What was THAT for?"
"You know you shouldn't have come here," Lothar says, rubbing his eyes in exasperation. "You know violence brings out that thing!"
Traugott crosses his arms. "So, why are you hitting me then?"
Lothar opens his mouth as if to say something, but quickly shuts it.
"I thought so." Traugott grins, hopping back to his feet.
Dev blocks the attacks like the the blade was feather-light. He springs back and activates a magical amulet, suddenly there is 4 golems exact copies of Dev, in place of one. They run around Murk.
"MURK waste time Dev. Dev fighty-fight Itchy-Atta or three. MURK sad."
MURK hoists Vek back onto his back, and makes a mad dash back towards the arena doors, back to Megara. MURK would probably have bumped into/through one of the copies (depending on if they're illusions or not) to get out.
Once back at Megara's side, he collapses right in front of her.
**Don't look at me.**
MURK looks up to the side, instead looking at Lothar.
**You knew when to give up.**
**MURK know. MURK smart.**
**You're smarter than Meg thought. Challenge that man and his elf over there.**
**You set up?**
**Set yourself up.**
MURK gets up, and almost looks at Meg for assurance.
**DON'T look at me!**
MURK then settles for wading into the thick crowd around Eryn and her apparent captive. He strides right up to the man.
"MURK want fighty-fight girl."
((I should mention that these telepathic conversations are only for those who can listen in. Skraal and Mindreader, for example, if they're present.))
Megara remains sitting in her customary spot far away from the scuffle, not even looking in MURK's direction. However, her ears twitch to figure out how the man knew of herself and MURK when there was no verbal communication between the two.
"MURK fighty-fight girl no Vek. Fair?"
Edit: ((On second thought, I would rather have Alice fight someone else, like an arch-wing.))
((If anyone cares to look at the records, the only fight MURK has actually won was against Bob. MURK's a gifted loser.))
The man feeling the chain tighten frowns at her and gives the chain a shake. "Settle down now you little brat. You'll get what's coming to you and more if you don't stop right now." Eryn cringes in abject horror and immediately stops crawling away, instead just looking down at the floor and whimpering softly. "..and stop that infernal racket. I told you not to do that." With that he pulls on the chain hard sending Eryn sprawling accross the floor ending up at his feet where he promptly kicks her in the face. "Now settle down you'll get your chance to die soon enough. That's what you want isn't it? Or do you want to go back to my tent first, is that it?" He chuckles to himself pleased with his own ill-humour.
((She isn't magic in the traditional sense, but MURK's words are wise.))
((ha ha ha that's funny.))
"Man-thing? MURK orc, last MURK check."
The words rang true enough, MURK is an orc. Albeit with only one functional eye, but an orc nonetheless. Probably an orc more-so.
"No worry. MURK no kill. MURK no like kill. MURK fighty-fight girl?" MURK says these words calmly and softly as he can, not wanting to further scare the poor thing what Meg wants him to fight.
"Fair enough i guess there is noone else who is willing to fight a poor defenceless girl." He looks around half-hoping to see someone come to his aide. When noone finally does he grabs the chain winding it slowly about his arm dragging Eryn to her feet. He pulls her right up to his face and looks her in the eyes. "You remember the last time you lost? REMEMBER IT WELL! If it happens again i will kill the other half..." Eryn shies away as he spits all over her with the vehemence of his statement, and glares her down a little while longer. Satisfied that his remark has hit home he lowers her back to the ground. He hand't noticed he'd lifted her off of it.
Regaining his compossure he says. "We accept your challenge MURK." With that he half-drags half-leads Eryn down the stairs and into the arena.
That either means bacon, or bread.
Satisfied that the match is finally underway and that the man is no longer accusing her of anything, Megara walks over to the spot on the floor where MURK's double-axe was left behind, picks it up, walks up to the window, puts down Vek, and takes out an item shaped like a rod from her pack. Shaking it, the item flips and flops into a little folding chair, which Meg then sits down on and watches the battle from a spot of comfort.
MURK slides down the stairs (Ooh, he gets to use the arena at the bottom of stairs this time!) and pops open the arena door, standing there to let his opponent through.
Looking around he accepts this spot as suitable and then with one swift motion brings the cudgel down on the back of her head. Eryn drops like a limp sack of flour hitting the ground, without a sound other than the impact itself. The man then quickly removes the collar storing it somewhere in his clothes and runs back in the direction he just came. Back towards MURK who is hopefully still holding the door open.
He gratefully rushes past the orc and ushers him inside the arena, quickly closing the door and bolting it from the other side. The man then runs up the steps and to the gallery windows where he crouches down behind one so that only his nose and forehead can be seen above the window sill.
**MURK, can you hear me?**
MURK suddenly spins around to look at the window.
**DON'T look at me!
MURK completes the spin without stopping, looking as though he just pivoted 360 degrees on the spot.
**Now, I am interested in the power that this girl holds. She completely blocked my efforts to pry, and her apparent captor listed her as being 'good,' despite the 50:1 odds. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like you to go easy on her, test her power. If she's strong, lose on purpose. If she is as weak as people claim, then knock her silly; I can afford to lose the money I betted on her.**
...
MURK stares blankly into space.
**What?**
**...Never mind. Just go easy a bit for now. And stay close to the windows. Let her come to you.**
MURK stops his blank stare, and then focuses on the girl.
"MURK want you meet Vek, but Vek no here. MURK's name MURK. Girl's name?"
((Something occurred to me. Those 50:1 odds. Are they favoring her, or favoring against her?))
Eryn lies there motionless, clearly ignoring MURK.
(I mean its not like she's unconcious or anything.)
"Girl? MURK want know name."
MURK is quite good at playing the waiting game, and with his turn up, he's eager to get a high score at it.
MURK waits. Not getting tense, not relaxing. Just waiting.
She moves haltingly her hands searching her body, as if she is trying to find something she has lost. Finally one of her hands stops and pats something beneath her clothing. She reaches into her ruined dress and pulls out a small vial no smaller than the size of the tip of her thumb.
She quickly opens the vial and drinks the contents. Then sighs with relief and begins to survey everything around her...
Noticing MURK she grimaces and continues to look around until her eyes rest on the windows and she glares at someone.
The man crouches lower as he sees her move. Then he lies down on his stomach as she regains her composure and glares straight in his direction as though she can see him through the wall.
**Stand up**
"Yes mistress." The man replies meekly, as he comes to his feet reluctantly.
**Die**
"but mi......sstre......sss..." The man begins but is swiftly cut off by gurgling noises issuing forth from his mouth.
The girl in the arena meekly looks down at her feet and begins to cry.
Meanwhile, Megara is suddenly made aware of the telepathic exchange between the girl and her "captor," but unfortunately not what the exchange was about. She looks at the man as he gurgles and (presumably) dies, then stares back at the girl.
It occurs to her that she may have been better off with scanning the man's mind as well. But she'd get nothing aside from the last thoughts of the (presumably) dying.
Ooh, that sounds like interesting.
Megara sends her mind out to the man lying on the floor, scanning for any last thoughts in his state, but expecting nothing but unrecognizable mental gibberish.
Back in the arena Eryn continues to cry. She looks up sniffling, wide eyes briming with tears. "h...hee...l...p...m.e..." She pleads in a pathetic whisper.
**MURK. This is very important. Don't make a move toward the girl. Remember what you said; the weak know magic. She wants to put herself off as very weak, hence she is very powerful in magic. Don't do anything unless she makes any threatening movements, otherwise I might have to fish your corpse out of the arena and get Bob-- I mean... Bob's replacement out to resurrect you.**
MURK didn't listen; he intends to continue the waiting game anyway.
((Translation Will save or go crazy))
"Can Girl shut for sec'? MURK try wait girl say name," MURK says impatiently at the girl who's phasing in and around him.
**MURK... This counts as a threatening action...**
MURK suddenly hurls himself to the side. He doesn't aim at anything in particular, he just felt like hurling himself somewhere.
"Vek, meet girl. Girl, meet Vek!" MURK says while lying on the floor. He stands up and holds his hands just as though he was holding Vek. MURK's knuckles actually clench around a handle that isn't there.
**MURK... I have Vek here. Use your fists.**
"Oh, okay!"
MURK then charges at wherever he currently perceives Eryn to be, a jab at the ready.
MURK reaches into his pants and brings out the pen that Meg gave him, roughly about the same time that Eryn jumps into the air. He shakes it at the flying girls but it does nothing.
Meanwhile, Megara leaps from her chair at the sudden turn of events. She stares at confusion, and asks someone - anyone - nearby.
"Oy, you. Are you actually allowed to enter the arena like that? In most matches such as this, such an interruption would usually declare one side loser by default."
EDIT: ((Please note, Alice is trying to stop the girl, not kill her.))
She promptly reappears behind Alice however she now exactly resembles Alice. And strikes out at her with body and mind simultaneously attempting to shatter her mind and rework it to her own designs. All the while Eryn-Alice cries "Why didn't you help me? You should have helped me." With that she reaches for her throat and a collar appears in her hand as she clamps it shut around Alices neck she disappears...
Reappearing beside MURK as the first of the tinkling shards of her image begin hitting the ground she reaches towards MURK's neck and a collar appears in her hands... She reaches forwards and places it around his neck. Sniffling as it clinks shut with a metalic "click"...
Megara rushes back to where she put her chair, and sends to MURK; **MURK. Apparently, the girl forfeited the match right after she yelled for help. You can come back up here; I'm afraid that the girl is beyond your help as of yet.** With that done, Megara flops and flips the folding chair back up, puts it back in her pack, and returns to Dev, quite certain that MURK would be able to make his way back up.
"Sorry about that. Now, I've only just recognized that you are part of the Golem Kingdom what I've heard about."
Meanwhile, MURK is all too quick to put the pen back in his pants, and run straight back through the arena door. He remains completely unaware of the collar on his neck.
Except for, the thing seems to be bolted shut. And thanks to the magic of the Arena itself, MURK can't break the door open.
Bugger.
((The collars do dominate, however they can only be removed by someone else wearing one who is ordered to do so. One of those catch 22 things.))
Eryn doesn't resist the chain attack. She just dissapears and reappears next to Megara collar in hand...
((last post for tonight))
As if completely ignoring this mad girl, she then turns to Dev nonchalantly.
"Anyway, my dear golem. Do continue. I grow eager to hear of the kingdom that I've only heard about in tavern corners and backwater alleys."
EDIT: ((Alice can move faster than any normal mortal.))
((Edit: Can she move through wood? The door to the lobby was bolted shut by the man who held Eryn in chains.))
Silence.
"What in the frozen hells is MURK doing, to be taking so long? Can't he remove a simple domination collar?"
"liberators", and the like can complicate things. A small trinket, like that axe, can do a lot to help alliences."
((Last post tonight I think.))
The berserker huffs, trying to avoid looking at his brother by instead looking at a spot on the ground; Lothar does the same, seeming to find a certain cloud of particular interest. There is a momentary silence between the two. Traugott tries speaking again.
"I know, I know," Traugott begins, shaking his head. "I shouldn' fight... I was a for'night clean b'fore today. I... I guess I jus' lettit get the better o' me, you know?"
Lothar spins around at his brother, trembling and clenching his fists. Tears streak down his cheeks.
"I worry, Traugott!"
The berserker is finding it hard to look his brother in the face. But the next thing either of them know, they're embracing. Lothar only reaches up to Traugott's chest.
"I know, bro." Traugott whispers. Someday, you an' me, we'll get back to Bazareene together. We'll show that high-n-mighty sorcerer what's what. They'll cure me, you'll see."
Lothar continues to cry into Traugott's chest, but Traugott knows that he's starting to feel better. And with his typical style, he decides to try and lighten the mood.
"An' it won't be like last time, neither! You remember, eh?"
Lothar chuckles between his dwindling sobs, wiping his eyes of tears. "Yeah, they still won't let us in there. Not even Kate!"
Traugott throws his head back in laughter. "Ahhhh, Kate! Not often a paladin gets locked up fer- what was it?"
Lothar puffs up his face, obviously imitating someone else. "'Drunk. In. Public-uh.'"
The brothers burst into hysterical laughter; they hadn't been together in a long time. Those moments in between fights were the best, and they knew it. Neither one took these times for granted.
"C'mon, bro." Traugott puts his arm around Lothar's shoulders. "Let's head back to the lobby."
OOC
So they're in the lobby now.
((And what exactly did Megara do?))
Alice-Eryn completely ignores the conversation Megara is trying to have and instead tries again to collar her. She does not even stay long enough to see whether or not she has been successful before she returns to the arena. High above Alice and MURK she waits, cloaked in shadow, illusion, and invisibility. Everything will be better in a few moments. As soon as she can find someone else to replace her as host to this befouled creature that inhabits her...
((As for how to stop it you have no idea. It floods you with images of similar deaths, where it mocks those it kills by taking thier forms as it appears and killing them while mimicking their horror and other emotions and screams.))
"Is that the best you can do?" Alice-Eryn admonishes her opponent. She smiles a wry smile towards Alice and says "MURK darling, please be a dear and destroy these persky things."
At which point Eryn reappears behind Alice and whispers into her ear. "Even though you aren't quite as powerful a vessel as i would like this one just doesnt suit me anymore. Although it has had its useful moments." With that she sends a command ripping through Alice's mind with the force of a million whispers each one different from the last, and each one fearful but insistent. "Take off my collar." There is no doubt she means for Alice to remove the collar Alice-Eryn wears. The most disturbing part is that Alice can clearly recognise her own voice among those commanding her to obey.
These are the voices of the damned souls lost to this creature. How is it that her own voice is among them?
((Will saves: Use of psionics while collared, Command, and lastly Fear.))
((Your call as to wether MURK listens or not.))
Megara lets Eryn/Alice put on the collar, but soon removes it herself as though it were a fly on her neck.
"Do excuse me, would you, my dear? Apparently, some maniacal killer is after my friend. And, for your information, I see him as just that for the time being."
She then rushes down the stairs to the other side of the arena door, unbolting it and opening it to see MURK still standing there blankly as usual.
About that point, MURK gets the command. He turns around to advance against the astral constructs. Without Vek, there'd probably be little he could do, Meg realizes. Well, it might do just to watch him get beaten up a bit, see if that shakes him loose.
But, just to experiment, Meg attempts a simple charm spell on MURK. She knows that she won't be able to tell him to do anything, but if she is expelled forcefully like with all of her divinations, then she won't bother with her own domination.
MURK charges up to one of the astral constructs and punches it.
((Tho collar disipates when removed from Alice. Megara's hits the floor with a metalic sound.))
Completely ignoring the figure that appears beside her and attempts to touch her. Alice-Eryn splits directly down the centre where the figure would have touched her. The first half again reforms into alice-Eryn, the second becomes an exact replica of the being attempting to put her to sleep.
The faint sound of weeping and soul-wrenching cries fills the entirety of the arena. "Why must people continually interupt my fun?" Alice-Eryn says with a pout. She playfully begins twirling her left hand in the air at about eye level, index finger pointed upwards. "Ashem-Valek-Isooonah-Virel...." She begins to chant.
Her other form momentarily without an identity or a voice, reaches out towards the man who is in front of him.
In the shadows 3 figures hide. As yet unnoticed by the others in the arena. "This will be fun, wont it?" The one says to the others in a hushed whisper. "MURK like fighty-fight!" The other says trying to mimic the others restrained tones but failing. The figure in the centre looks towards Megara-Eryn, then back to wards MURK-Eryn smiling with satisfaction. IT seems this might be the most fun she has ever had in a single millenium.
And with nothing else able to help MURK, no spells, no songs, no items, there's nothing she can do so save her sl-- friend.
For the first time ever since Megara left her drow society, she feels useless.
Sitting in the doorway of the arena, she sings another song. A song filled with despair and loss. A song with no hope, a song mixed with tears. A song that speaks of those who have already fallen, a song that prays to join them
[i]"How many there were in the past,
Glory such as they were?
None of them would forever last,
The Abyss to claim them.
How many further must in vain die,
For the deals of the wicked?
All of them perish in a web made of lies,
The Abyss to claim them.
How many know they can against evil stand,
When evil has already won?
No heroes in sight to form up a band,
The Abyss to claim them."[/i]
Back in the arena lobby those who aren,t watching the titanic struggle between Eryn and the others. As well as those who can actually tell what is taking place. There are many, many disgruntled individuals who had bet on this fight.
There is a rising consensus that they should all take what is owed them from the corpse of the man. A few brave (and i use this term loosly, for they are anything but.) individuals creep forward towards where he fell. Upon nearing the spot where he should be they find only a simple, platinum collar, with no visible clasp or seams. The first to reach the collar snatches up his reward claiming it as his own. While his comrades try to pry it from his grasp a fight ensues over who will claim it or what will be done with it. Some argue that the should devide it evenly and reimburse those who have lost the most accordingly. Meanwhile back in the Arena the fight continues....
Man-Eryn smiles without concern and then simply shatters. Thousands of shards of small crystaline filaments fly in every direction. A wail eminating from each one. "You cannot remove me from my source of power so easily young one. I exist everywhere in everyone... Even within you my power still eminates." With that the pieces of crystal dissolve, each one making a faint tinkling noise as it does so. A voice heard clearly in each pitch, and sound of the chiming crystal. Pleading for their suffering to end.
Man-Eryn reappears unharmed in the arena. "Of all the nerve. I can't believe he tried that without my permission. To think a paltry plane shift could undo my connection to my powers." She looks towards Alice who is struggling to free MURK, and then towards Alice-Eryn who continues to chant.
"Eriosss...Nevist....Arut......Vilthialanos......Eskra......" A few more moments and all will be ready for her, she thinks as she chants.
Those in the shadows still bide their time waiting to strike.
Dusque spectates the battle between NN1 cha (dont know his or her or its name)) and Edym. She expects otherwordly events will occur in a breif amount of time. ((I guess the fight with Ichiata and Skraal is over now, not like it really happened)) Ichiata joins up with his sister as they watch the epic battle.
((I would go talk to Megera but i have no clue where she is))
((Eryn left. Please leave a message, one of her minions will get back to you.))
Eryn looks around the Arena and calls to those hiding in the shadows. "Come the time is near." Several hundred forms collesce and come onto the floor of the arena and approac Eryn. Some are recogniseable from the lobby of the arena as those who placed bets. Others seem to be peasants and simple townsfolk. Eryn welcomes each in turn. Each in turn shatters, sending shards of light spinning away into the arena leaving her standing in the center of a mound of crystalin shards. She spreads her arms wide. As the Alice-Eryn finishes her chanting, she too combusts into shards of crystal adding herself to the mound of soul-shards heaped around Eryn. The shards slowly loose the luminous qualities and as they fade Eryn trembles with power.
OOC
Megara is down stairs, just in the doorway to the arena. I'm pretty sure a pair of Arch-wings can cast Locate Creature, can't they? :P
And please, lets not the god-modding for now? Incredibly-powerful-being-modding, sure, but not the god-modding.
And please, lets not the god-modding for now? Incredibly-powerful-being-modding, sure, but not the god-modding.
ooc
Funny story actually, i had pre-stated her this way. I had no intention of bringing out all her powers this early, but what should i do when a God shows up to try and take down a elf girl? Either way she always had the powers and a very simple way to defeat her. No idea how it got so out of control so fast.
"Megera? I saw how you beet Alkiroth so easily. Im not challenging you to a match but i would like to harass you about your victory."
Ichiata silently looks towards the ground, as if looking for something. Dusque then hovers towards Megera, with nearly all of her lower half inside Ichiata.
"My brother is not very shy is he? He sais what he wants and isnt afraid of the consquences right? Is a half-drow bard like that? Or are they just as over-confident and pushy as a reguler drow?"
Still young by the standards of the half-elf kind, it seems as though the feeling of invulnerability that comes with youth has just been shattered. Megara is left shivering with doubt and fear.
"I... Sometimes. The D-drow society is known for its blinding confidence, such has led many times to the demise of cities and nations. I thought myself exempt from their weakness, I-I thought myself... better, because I had a solution for every problem. A back-up for every set-back."
Megara sighs.
"I have an item to protect my body, an item to heal it, an item to shield it, an item to parry for it, an item to fight for it, an item to save it. I have a song to stabilize the dead, a song to give the living hope, a song to mesmerize, a song to dominate. I have a power to speak into minds, a power to bend them, to break them. I have a spell for nearly every situation.
But what can you do when your powers are repulsed, your spells are useless, your songs do nothing and you have no items for the job?"
Silf
Silf
Succubus Female
Chaotic Self-centred Evil
Shadow Dancer
An alluring and exquisit portrayal of all that is beatiful and deadly in the abyss, succubi are known for their insatiable lustful desires and wanton displays of sexuality and frivolity. Silf is no exception. Standing almost 5' 6" tall her wings formed of gossamer membranes similar to a dragons but far more delicate are usually the only thing she wears. Her skin is the tone of amber and her facial features are accented by alluring features which are enhanced by feral fangs just slightly peeking out from under her plump, luscious lips. Which are a dark amber hued shade of brown. She carries a whip coiled about her waist, sinched tight to further accentuate her other womanly assets which she is clearly unashamed to display for any who might be willing to risk being consumed by her lustful nature. Her fingers extend into wicked looking claws Which are covered in a dark laquere to match her lips.
it is clear that she is able to use them equally well for pain and pleassure enthusiasticly.
She serves herself and whatever heart desires she usually gets, even if her desires are as fleeting as her moods and as quick as her temper.
Silf
Succubus Female
Chaotic Self-centred Evil
Shadow Dancer
An alluring and exquisit portrayal of all that is beatiful and deadly in the abyss, succubi are known for their insatiable lustful desires and wanton displays of sexuality and frivolity. Silf is no exception. Standing almost 5' 6" tall her wings formed of gossamer membranes similar to a dragons but far more delicate are usually the only thing she wears. Her skin is the tone of amber and her facial features are accented by alluring features which are enhanced by feral fangs just slightly peeking out from under her plump, luscious lips. Which are a dark amber hued shade of brown. She carries a whip coiled about her waist, sinched tight to further accentuate her other womanly assets which she is clearly unashamed to display for any who might be willing to risk being consumed by her lustful nature. Her fingers extend into wicked looking claws Which are covered in a dark laquere to match her lips.
it is clear that she is able to use them equally well for pain and pleassure enthusiasticly.
She serves herself and whatever heart desires she usually gets, even if her desires are as fleeting as her moods and as quick as her temper.
Eryn
I thought the call for help was an obvious ploy. It was intended to lower the guard of her opponent not bring in outside intervention. There is no need to try and contain her power. She left. You can do whatever you want with Eryn she wont be back. I had alot planned out for her but im just going to move on. It isn't worth the headaches to try and progress her story after the interference, and i stepped up her power level too quickly. It's better if she just leaves. You can persue her if you want, but your God is no match for her. What he can copy she can destroy, and she has powers that are unfathomable. She was created by myself and about 10 other DM's one night as a joke for one of our epic campaigns. Every resource aka everything i bring in here is from one of my campaigns or is to be implimented. It's a way for me to develop personalities and traits for BBEG's and NPC's alike. So don't mind me. Oh and feel free to message me if you have any questions.))
"Tan'nri scum! All of you should die! You have no point of life other than to corrupt and destroy civilizations!!"
Dusque still listens to Megera, ignoring the conflict of the succubus and Ichiata. She gives of a sinister smirk and her hand glows
"So, if i casted silence or another sort of spell on you, you would be weak right? Well then..."
Dusque's hand goes back to normal and she flys over to watch the arguement commence.
"Ahh shut up you stone slab. Now about you succubus... Silf? Th-that you? Oh yeah, i remember you. You always wanted to convert me to worship that succubus queen with the illitu court and such. Soo, whadd'a want?"
Silf pouts at Ichiata, "But that's not what you said the last time we were together." Batting her eyelashes towards Ichiatta she changes her form to resemble a deviless, seductively runner her claws down her new form, she looks directly at Ichiata and winks. "Remember now? Ichiata darling?" Laughing to herself she reverts back to her normal form.
"I had so much fun the last time i thought i would come and find you to see what you had been upto. Here i find you toying with these filthy creatures on this cursed plane. Why don't we go somewhere warmer and have a nice long. Taaaalk?" The way she says the final word leaves the implications perfectly clear. She has no intention of talking, or rather just talking.
OOC
So wait, did Dusque cast silence on Meg or something?
And would timaoh mind saying whether MURK is freed or dominated or killed or disappeared or shattered?
And would timaoh mind saying whether MURK is freed or dominated or killed or disappeared or shattered?
MURK
MURK is fine i never mess with other people's characters. I didn't think the whole scenario was that hard to follow but apparently i didn't explain too well. MURK is fine if a little bit confused. The control lasts as long as someone is within range to power the torque. Which noone is anymore, so it should come off relatively easily. The only pesrons harmed were generic NPC's and shadow-sound copies of people the entity controlling Eryn came into contact with.
MURK has only just realized that he's in control of his own actions. He runs up to Megara, who is still lying on the stairs, because he can't see anyone else around.
MURK doesn't know what being really sad is like, so he's very confused as to what Megara seems to be doing.
"Need MURK?"
*Sniffle* "Y-yeah. Just needing to get a few... A few..."
If Meg finds that she cannot talk, she simply gets out a wand and dispels the effect. She suddenly stands up at this point, and looks MURK directly in the eye.
...
"Well, what are you doing, standing around here? We've got work to do! I've lost my betting money, and I'm going to need you to get it back and then some!"
"Meg bet?"
And with that, the pair sprint up the stairs, MURK grabs Vek, and they both run out of the arena's lobby into the streets.
Jakel, Urgent
Umm... Ichiata and Dusque were in mid-fight with Skraal, what happened?
Cog
I think there was some more interesting events than waiting for you to come back.
I think there was some more interesting events than waiting for you to come back.
NN1
Incidentally, I was waiting for 2 days for him, but nevermind that.
cog
There was a bit of a god fight, and a little girl that happened to be an assassin. There was other crazyness also.
There was a bit of a god fight, and a little girl that happened to be an assassin. There was other crazyness also.
NN1
I know, getting pretty over-the-top for my taste, but who am I to judge someone else's work?
ooc
i have a guy that is below can you tell me if he works in your arena?
OOC, yo
Yeah, anything works. So long as he doesn't pick fights with weaklings for fun. :P
Oh, I'm taking a break from the Arena for a bit, because I need to prepare for next session and, surprisingly enough, This thread's distracting. No offense.
Edit: Ninjoed!
Oh, I'm taking a break from the Arena for a bit, because I need to prepare for next session and, surprisingly enough, This thread's distracting. No offense.
Edit: Ninjoed!
((Last post for today))
Ichiata just barely dodges the blade as it shreds into his shoulder. He then barely manages to avoid the kick before jumping out of the way of the lightning bolt barrage.
This was the post i made in the duel. And i waited for you to respond eversince Cog. And Chilligod, Dusque didnt cast silence on Megera, just try to make trouble)
Ichiata grunts as he speaks to Silf
"Last time i went to talk with you alone you tried to convert me from Lord Mephistopheles and to the demon's lifestyle. And to answer another question you asked im on this plane of ridicule to take a break from the noble life on Baator and get away from the sassy and rude Elder of Decisions. Besides, if you come here to seduce me, i will get smited by Lord Mephistopheles and die. Simple as that. Now go annoy an incubbi or better yet, The balor that killed my sister here."
Dusque looks at Ichiata and tries to make a crooked smile to show she is laughing at his remark but seriously fails in the attempt. She then speaks to Silf
"I guess when you abandon a succubus it will continuously try to find its owner and become the lowly cur that obeys its masters every whim. Now play dead you dog!"
Skraal smiles grimly at dev's comment. "You've got a point there. Still, it seems like she's done, and besides, if you know what's good for you Ichiata, you won't be coming back. If you ever choose to, I'll be waiting for you."
Far above, a cloud closes in on the evening sun, such as it is, cutting the light down to one crimson ray. Skraal removes his sword from its position by Ichiata's throat and swings deftly, removing a sliver of... could it be?
The kobold has cut off a slice of sunshine.
He holds it in his hand briefly before snappeing it. Light gushes out in all directions, and when it is gone, there seem to be several copies of Skraal. They surround the arch-wing, swords drawn.
" I gave you a chance, I even tried, more times than you know of, to help you. But now, you're far past anything that might save you. Pray for the gods to have mercy on you, I know I won't."
Ten swords rise, and ten swords fall. Nine swords pass through him, but one strikes true. The pain cannot be an illusion.
((sorry bout the auto-hit, I can edit that bit out if you like))
Alice: "What about me."
Dev: "I'd even try."
Noticing her surroundings she giggles, and begins a languid stretch barely maintaining decency as her wings barely cover her form. As she stretches one then the other to its full breadth, as well as her arms straight upwards and then down behind her back where she rests them behind her neck and playfully shakes out her dark amber tresses. "So what do you do here for fun?" She asks Ichiatta. "Cause im already bored and can think of about 50 other possit... uhh things we could be doing other than standing around here." She says as she surveys the room and those within it.
"I did stay in the arena, didn' I?" Lothar nods.
"You did. This place can get pretty violent, though. Even in the supposed 'safe zone.' Where's the administrator, I wonder."
The two continue to survey the damage, Lothar healing any injured bodies, while Traugott carrried the injured over to be healed. Tedious work, but they'd been through it before. It was usually Traugott's fault, anyway.
Traugott, as usual, lets his mind and eyes wander around the room. He snickers at a couple of the gladiators who are concerned with (what looks to be) a metal collar. Then she catches his eye.
A tempting female, obviously not human, or elf, or gnome, or- who cares? Look at her! Traugott drops one of the injured bodies next to Lothar, and proceeds to bound towards the alluring creature. Lothar remains oblivious, quietly comforting the injured and getting them back on their feet.
Traugott wades through the crowd, slowly nearing the woman. But as he closes something seems wrong... he can't quite put his finger on it...
Now within a few meters, it finally hits the berserker: she's a fiend! Somehow, it took him this long to notice the wings and the horns. As Traugott's face drains of color, he wades back through the crowd and towards his brother.
Lothar glances up, double taking at his brother's chocked expression. "What happened to you?"
Traugott faces the wall, but his eyes rotate down towards the druid. "Demon... whopee..."
Lothar cocks an eyebrow at this responce, but merely shakes his head and continues his work.
It seems quite evident to anyone looking in her direction that she is clearly bored. She tries to get the attention of Ichiatta by striking various non-challant poses within his field of vision hoping to elicite some sort of response. However as she tries more and more to gain his attention her foot stops harder every time she is ignored. "Fine then im going to find someone else to play with." She says over her shoulder towards Ichiata who seems unconcerned.
((Who else is around anyway?))
She takes a moment to look around at everyone lying in the lobby, now make-shift hospice. A thought occurs to her that something must have come through here leaving this wake of destruction behind. "Now that would be someone i'd like to meet." She says to herself aloud. Which causes several people to look her way. She bears her toothy smile seductivly playing her tongue over her sharpened teeth and lower lip. Then turns to find some new entertainment.
She finds herself standing before a table with papers on it and intrigued she begins picking them up and leafing through them as though they belonged to her. "something something.... mmmmhmmm..." She mumbles to herself as she reads the papers. "So these are for those people over there who got hurt?" She once again says to noone in particular half expecting someone to profer an answer. When noone is forthcoming she drops the waivers. Picking up a new form she looks at it momentarily, then using one sharpened nail she delicately traces a few symbols and runes into the sheet of parchment.
((Translation: Name: Silf Rank: 32nd concubine to Rahzit'nul Time: 6:17pm))
Growing bored she once again, returns to Ichiatta's side hoping that he might give in and entertain her.
"A little shy are you? That wont do at all. How do expect to get the boys attention if all you do is hide your beauty?" She says in an almost sisterly tone. "Although i don't altogether blame you, there isn't much of a selection in here anyways." Silf sighs looking over her shoulder at Ichiata.
"What's a little thing like you doing here anyways?"
((Note: Silf and her are about the same size. I think.))
Lothar places the cloth in one of his inner cloak pockets, and turns to face Traugott. Traugott is still pale, staring as subtly as he can at the succubus.
"Traugott, what are you- oh," Lothar notices just who his brother is staring at. "...'Demon whopee.' I get it. Someone you know?"
Traugott shakes his head. He remains silent. And pale.
Lothars sighs. "It's not like you haven't done worse things than flirt with an incarnation of evil."
Traugott mumbles in acknowledgement.
"Who might you be? You tended to the 'needs of the fallen' very well. Would you be just as diligent and methodical in other endeavors?" Silf says breathily, leaning over the girl who has lost her attention for the moment. Revealing a most splendid view, of hilly terrain, a dark chasm centered amidst the hills. Silf breathes heavily her wings tightly folded against herself and smiles at the two brothers standing before her.
Wait, that should be bigger.
MISERABLY.
Lothar, on the other hand, is having no such problems.
"Lothar Vinzenz, servant of the storm." The druid replies cheerfully. He is in no way interested, but politeness is key to this boy. "And I apologize for the 'incarnation of evil' comment. I have spent more than enough time in the Abyss."
"I'd like ta spend some time in the Abyss." Traugott manages to say.
Lothar just ignores his brother's comment. "And what might you be doing in this arena? I never thought of succubi as interested in a fight."
"But enough about me, tell me more about yourse..... friend." She finishes turning her gaze towards Traugott, along with her gaze, the view also settles into place directly in front of him.
Alice: "It isn't only boys that fight here, and money can motivate many." She then flips out a blade from her wrist and starts to twirl it gently arround her fingers.
((Is it just me or does Alice make anyone else think; female Astro-boy?))
Alice makes an innocent face. "It is so much easier to work when people think I'm just a little girl." She throws the knife to fly an inch off of Silf's neck and smiles. "The ill prepared make easy targets." She walks to her knife in the wall. "A fact you no doubt employ."
"I'm Lothar, pleasure." Lothar gives a short bow. "Anything we can do for you?"
Ichiata looks at Silf momentarily before turning towards Skraal and Sejaiya's body next to Skraal. Ichiata places his hands on Sejaiya's chest and a bright yellow glow emits from it, spreading light instead of absorbing it. The anubite soon wakes up to find several new people in the arena lobby. he simply stands in his location, observing all the combattents, more on the copper bear creature he calls it. Ichiata faces Skraal and speaks in a slightly annoyed but calm tone
"Look, I revived Sejaiya and i wont take his soul sgain. And i will give him his sword. Now i would rather meet up to and talk to the new guests... Not you Silf! So lets leave this conflict at a neutral Skraal."
Ichiata takes the sheah of the dessicationg sword and hands it to Sejaiya who gladly accepts it. Sejaiya then walks over to Lothar, smelling him slightly before walking over to Traugott, smelling him to.
Ichiata looks at Silf, then Dusque who laughs contently.
"Im just wondering Alice, Why does everyone from the golem kingdom want to fight!? Instead of combat why dont you gather the bodys leftover and use them for flesh golems!? One golem said you cant regularly reproduce so take some corpses!"
((Hey NN1, Even though the golems are trying to make allies they should stealthily (Alice) remove the corpses in a fashion that detects little attention.
Dusque continues to looks at Allice and uses telikenesis while the other folk do their things ((Lothar is tending to bodys, Traugott is staring at Silf, Silf is looking at Ichiata, Skraal is glaring at Ichiata, And the golems were probably told by Allison whats happening))
Ok, tell your mindreading golem to teliport these to your empire."
((Note: Im not using my reguler computer (It broke down again) but im using my laptop. Thats why i have quite a few typoes.))
Sejaiya cocks his head towards the sky, almost as fast as a bird cocks his. He then looks at Allice and snarls. He practicaly glides down the stairs and ram into the arena door. Falling over and quickly getting up and open the door.
((Hey NN1, You know that game Alice? The game that was a spoof off of Alice in Wonderland? Well its a gory videogame where you try to escape from Wonderland and the cat is a skeleton and the Mad Hatter is a socio-path. If not thats ok, she just reminds me of her because i have that game))
((Last post tonight.))
Sejaya takes a knife but evades the poison darts. He yelps but coninues to fight. He flys into the cloud and draws his sword, then he takes a swing into Allison's back while she is suspended in the air as she flipped.
As Ichiata continuously glares at Skraal and vice versa, everyone can smell meat. Suddenly a canisphinx flies through the room with the wing of an Arch-Wing in its mouth and bloodshed on its claws. Alkiroth sees Lothar and stops again. He drops the wing infront of Lothar and reverts into his human self.
"Lothar! Glad to see ya! The worst is going to happen to me... On the full moon when i was in the Elder of Decision's palace, I turned into my canisphinx form and killed several Arch-Wings. Now if Enku is here i ca explain what happened cuz hes my friend and all and hes really high ranking in the community. And if those two rotten combataents Ichiata and Dusque are here then they would love to get my hide on the market!! Oh yea and umm... i brought you some servant's wing. Hope you like it!
Alkiroth breifly scans the room and sees Enku, Ichiata and Dusque. He races over to Enku and begins to talk to him while Ichiata stays locked onto Skraal and Dusque observes the room.
Then slowly turns and walks towards the stairs to the arena, her hips swaying rhythmicly to some seductive tune. She stops at the top of the stairs and pretends to pick something up exagerating every movement for all it's worth. She turns to look back at Taugrott to see if he's coming.
Sejaiya is kicked in the face and flys a few feet, with a stream of blood dripping near the muzzle backwards before casting dessicate to dry up Alice even more. Then after the dessicate is cast on Alice he turns into an orange cloud to blend in.
The cloud of incineration disperses and Sejaiya find no use to stay as an orange cloud. He turns into his reguler form and falls to the ground. He staggers to get up and then draws his scimitar and runs over to the wall and slides into it.
Sejaiya can be felt through wit and concience of Alice and all others who feel like paying attention to the battle. Then a shadow of a jackal's head appears next to Alice before a blade comes to her neck and a nightmare she experianced awhile back ((I guess when she was abandoned and stuff)) when she was just a young girl. The whole dream litlerally flashes in her eyes long enough for Sejaiya to prepare to slit her throat and get her offbalance.
((Alice's will and reflexes cue is... now!))
Sejaiya teliports into the sky and and stays there, suspended. Then he contiuously brings up the horrors of her past life and puts a barrier of force around himself.
((Yeah, not quite a bad idea. Now i know a good way to take her down. Never show your fears to someone who can take advantage of them :evillaugh ))
its so fun
to be around
I am like
a clown
jesters rock
and so do I
Now i will
try to make
all of you die!!
Alice's speed increases by a factor of 10 and she relentlessly attacks and chases her opponent. The visions just embolden her. She ignores any wounds and focusses on combat entirely.
Edit: ((She jumps off walls, throws darts, etc.))
"Hey! Stop hopping around and singing you copper bear!"
Then Ichiata gives a gesture towards Silf as she looks at Traugott to attract her attention. (He wants a fight)
"That creature is somewhat annoying though. Someone..." She stares at Ichiata daring him to dispute her. "Should take care of it and put it down! I mean it isnt even turning into anything pretty. Just random nightmarish forms, no artistic merit or good taste so it would seem."
Meanwhile Ichiata takes the daggers but then combusts into fire and sulfur, leaving a semi-black skeleton. He reappears a few 10 feet away from the dagger impact and tries to ignore what the copper bear throws at him.
"Silf... You impress me with what you say in public. No i dont want to wrestle you but fight, maybe. And for your indirect insults for the unmentioned..."
Ichiata smirks and joins up with Dusque.
Sejaiya's barrier takes a crack from the chain and it shatters. Bits of force shrapnel fly into Sejaiya's body, peircing him in his legs, back, arms, and chest. He yelps in pain as blood pours into the prismatic floor and rurns to a crisp. He flys towards a different location higher up where he conjures another force barrier.
((Hes also a fighter, remember that))
Sejaiya continues to wait for Alice's muscles to give in and for her to drop into the prismatic floor or walls. To speed up the process he continues to cast dessicate on her.
EDIT: ((Sorry, no relation to King Golem.))
Sejaiya casts sleep on Alice ((Which should succeed because half of her wants it)) and removes the prismatic wals. He stays in his barrier of force incase of a surprise attack.
"There is no need for you to die. This will end."
He readies a few scrolls of cure critical wounds and a ressurection scroll just incase and waits for the mouth to decide the fate.
((Last post for a while.))
Is this Silf?
This picture just reminds me of her.
This picture just reminds me of her. OOC
Sorry for not posting in a while.
Ichiata stares directly at Silf, like she did something wrong. But then he shrugs it off and watches as the forest of divine energy grows.
The tree that was Akhier opens a pair of eyes then raises its "hands" and some of the trees in the forest behind it come alive.
Silf looks back over her shoulder encouraging Taugrott to hurry, then she opens the arena doors and lets herself in. Upon entering the arena she does some seductive lunges followed by some verry aluring neck warmups, followed by some random jumping for the boys.
She finishes off with a light jog out to somewhere a little less destroyed in the arena and waits for Taugrott to join her.
Everyone who has seen him knows his name. He is the stuff of legend: Paul Bunyan!
While succubus turn into old men and maniacs are cutting up forests, a halfling walks in the room. He carrys a great axe much to large for his size as he walks over to the counter. Then he lifts up his great axe, with a few bones cracking and shouts of pain, and drops it next to hm. He jumps up onto the counter and takes some carcoal and writes his name. Then, he takes a shard of fine onyx and drops it next to the waiver.
"Which onx!? No fin onx!?"
The halfling looks at each rock and then decides the charcoal is the onyx. He picks up the onyx and puts it in a pouch made of a cow bladder. He jumps off the table but falls face first into the ground. He drags his greataxe over to where most of the conversations are taking place. But before he reaches it, Traugott walks y and accidentaly punts the halflinf over to the group of people.
"Strong am me!!"
Ichiata's mouth drops in shock. Then he cackles with laughter at what he sees. Then Dusque looks at him before he grins.
"Some things can not be true unfortunatly..."
Ichiata said it loud enough for Silf to hear as a mere taunt.
"Did I miss anything?"
((I now have a bit longer access to a computer
))((I saw a thread where posters would make up layers of the abyss. One was completely blank until you said something and what you said would turn into a wish spell. Don't remember who posted it though.))
((Note: Ichiata isnt really feeling like this. Heck he doesnt care if Vicros speaks or is even killed by Akhier. He just wants to cause trouble. And hes mad at Akhier for throwing a blue dagger into his leg. And nobody will be able to catch his lie, in this room atleast.))
Dusque looks up with that "waking up" look before looking at Alkiroth and Enku, then Vicros and Akhier, then looking back down at the ground. Alkiroth finishes up with speaking to Enku, who doesnt seem very happy with Alkiroth, and moves over to where Vicros and Akhier speak.
"Eh, Ak-hi-or is it? Im wondering if youve ever heard of the town Sehekement and what they did to a certain person who turned out to be a lycanthrope. Do you know?
Alkiroth stays in his human form to make sure Akhier doesnt find out its him.
"There is no reason I shouldn't. However I like to know anyone who has a potential to be an opponent."
"You never spoke of the chaotic layers of the putrid realm before. And your philosophies are much different then what the Abyss beleives. Then this of horrific figure of chaos comes here and persuades you into talking to him about the realm thats pure anti-lawful??
"Well atleast they are the second of the anti-lawful so half the credit for me. And npt even you, Akhier do you have the power to slay Lord Mephistopheles. It has already been tried and failed."
Ichiata, Dusque, and Enku both suddenly hesitate. They look startled as they prepare to flee the arena. ((No the vampire isnt why they are leaving)) Ichiata and Enku explode into a spectacular display of fire, smoke and sulfur. Ichiata leaves behind a skeleton of a githyanki and Enku leaves behind a skeleton of a mid 20 girl. Dusque scurries off through the floor.
Merely moments after the exit a gaunt figure enters the lobby. The vampire briskly walks over to the waiver and signs the paper with what looks like blood... or tomatoe juice... You really cant tell. He then ranks him as "Mid-Great". Lastly, he drops one platinum peice next to his name and moves over to Vicros. And waits for him to notice his presence.
((Hey, does anybody know how this guy can be a neutral? It wont work for him to be evil. Do all vampire have to be evil because half fiends dont.))
the vampire walks away from Akhier and Vicros and leans over towards a window, and watches some fights.
"The lobby is a public place you didn't need to be invited."
((Hah! Shadowdancers enjoy dancing. Nomatter what it is. Hes a vampire. Cant enter without permission))
The Vampire stops dancing for a moment and looks down at the monkey. Then he turns into a dire wolf and does an Irish Jig.
((That seems pretty unbeatable right there. Hey Shadow, ill be glad to face you anytime))
Vicros just watches the two of them goofing off.
"Hey. You Nocturnomancer! How about a match?"
The vampire walks back a few feet and patiently waits.
((Anyone know a good class to give him more negative powers?))
Vicros levitates 10gp to the table.
"I hope you aren't getting in over your head."
((Remember that spell Vicros cast with the worms. That was a summoning of a divine rank 0 diety.))
"I have been told that several times. Now would you enjoy fighting in a dungeon?"
"Yes i do. How about a cave hdden in a cloud of magic? Or is that to scary?"
((If you can find it on the net you can put it here.))
"No, the sky. Our lich ruler couldnt affford to put it in the ground so he summoned a cloud from the elemental plane of air to hold it. Now are you willin or not?"
The vampire grows impatient.
The vampire picks up the slimeball and throws it to the ground. He knows, though he wants t come. He takes out a scroll and reads it. Then a circle appears with a aqua tint and they appear in what looks like an underground spring with streams of water flowing.
Then the vampire shoots a ray of negative energy at Vicros's chest and throws a dart smeared with wisdom draining toxins and throws it at Vicros's right. Lastly, a shadow appears and attepts to touch Vicros on the left arm.
The shadow gets behind the vampire as he casts Shadowblast on the shadows creatures. Then he appears behind Vicros, takes a dart and puts it to his throat and casts Greater dispell magic, and another Shadowblast in a cone that catches Vicros and the shadow beasts in it.
((By the way this is magical darkness so no darkvision.))
The blades do nothing more than cut into his skin. He jumps back into a stream of inlflicting waters and heals himself. Then he submerges himself and readies another shadowblast.
The shadow elementals take the shadowblast and about 4 of the 8 dissapate.
The vampire jumps out of the waters and draws a rod of lightning bolt (CL8). He shoots a few at the remaining shadows before throwing a ray of negative energy at Vicros.
((It is a save or die spell. If you save it still will hurt.))
The vampire casts another Shadowblast on the blades of black shadowmatter. Then he shadowjumps through the dirt and his top half of his body appears under Vicros. Next he lungs his shocking longsword into his left leg.
The spell targeting his incorpreality faces heavy resistance as if the magics weren't compatible and fails to dispell the effect. The sword passes through Vicros and leaves a slash mark through his robes even though he isn't bleeding. Vicros then floats into the air and starts charging a ball of shadow in his hands.
The vampire descends downwards, deeper into the cave. The shadowball diminishes at the ground.
Vicros continues to charge the ball of shadow in one hand while using the other to reach at the ground. He pulls a shadow that looks just like the vampire off the ground and starts absorbing it into his hand. As he does this the vampire feels his essence being drained fast.
((Another save or die.))
He makes the save and shadowjumps into Vicros. Then he reappears in Vicros. He is attempting to reappear inside Vicros so when hes fully formed Vicros wil lrip and tear into flesh and gore.
((Tell me thats not creative! :P ))
The vampire appears inside Vicros and just pops out like normal. Vicros tosses the ball of shadow (which by now is 3ft in diameter) at his opponent. He then casts a spell causing worms to swarm over his body creating a roughly humanoid form with 8 limbs 4 with claws 4 with pincers. This beast then turns into the vampire's worst nightmare for a split second.
((Interesting idea but it wouldn't work on incorpreal creatures. The fear effect mimics phantasmal killer and is not an illusion. Not much time left so I'm using the big guns.))
Akhier realizes that with light there is no shadows so casts a spell((time stop followed by casting quickened light spell on all the rocks and walls of the cavern))and the cave is brilliently lit
The greatest fear does nothing more than make the vampire wink. But after he opens his eyes there is nothing more than a giant worm monster with a ball of shadow racing towards him. He shadowjumps through the ball but is hit by a slam from the larvea beast (Lets say he tried to slam the vampire)). He flies to the side of the beast and hits a branch of stalagmite. The vampire (His name is Iputhur) falls to the ground, with a dust cloud following it and the stalamite falling down, threatening to cave in Iputhur's chest. He luckily moves out the way (defensive roll) and casts another Greater dispell magic on Vicros to turn him corporeal. And then uses the remainder of the scroll to cast Antimagic field on the surrounding area.
"HAHAHAHaaa, FOOL VICROS IS NO LONGER HERE."
The beast (It's a dream larva) charges at Iputhur intending to do much injury with its attacks.
The vampire merely steps aside and uses his next scroll, containing Telikenesis. He uses that to shove the Dream Larvae into a pool of negative energy.
The larva gets pushed into the pool and lets out a roar in pain. It then picks itself up and charges again this time trying to do as much damage as possible to anything it passes.
Akhier not amused morphs into his normal form pulls out alot of swords with arms he did not have and hacks the monster to death pulling no punchs because the amusement is gone from this game so he ends it quickly
The swords cut into the beast and its form starts to disapate inside you can see Vicros is very weak he dispells the antimagic field and then manages to whisper one spell before he passes out.
"Shadow of the Apocolypse."
Arrows of shadow explode in every direction obliterating anything they hit.
((Once this is resolved the group is teleported back to the arena. And vicros is in his room on the bed.))
He wakes up in the lobby, with a priest going
"Back! Back you beast!"
Iputhur merely ignores him and gets up, fires a couple rays at himself and shrugs off the rest of the pain. He walks over to a window, with a small limp in each step. His shadow continuously examines his wound and tries to heal it.
Iputhur gives a nod of acknoledgement to Akhier before he moves over to 11-31 and waits for a responce from the golem.
Edit: Does anyone know of a good template or class level to add to my vampire?
"I see you decided to go two on one."
((Have you seen the vampire lord template?))
((He doesn't need to eat, sleep, or breath iand is immune to poison and disease.))
"Thank you for those I'll remmember That I have them."
((Where is Akhier's intro?))
AkhierAkhier
copper half-dragon werebear doppelganger male
sorcerer rogue
mighty to godly(you can hear him wispering something about "just a few more followers")
A strange creature twisting in form and massive in power. Chaotic is not just a discription but a definition. One moment he looks like a small halfling then he shifts into a large hybrid bear dragon thing with wings of amazing copper wings and he takes flight.
He carrys a blade that shifts form with him. He also has greater magic fang at +5 made perm on all his natural attacks. Also has a couple bags of carrying with varrying things.
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Vicros Moonshadow, Lord of the Third House (Parliment of Shadows)
Human Male
Lawful Neutral
Wizard/Shadowcaster/Nocturnomancer
Vicros is tall and slender. He also seems abnormally pale due to his constant exposure to shadow. He wears shadowweave robes.
He is a master of Shadow and arcane magic. For some reason prefers electricity and ice arcane spells.
Human Male
Lawful Neutral
Wizard/Shadowcaster/Nocturnomancer
Vicros is tall and slender. He also seems abnormally pale due to his constant exposure to shadow. He wears shadowweave robes.
He is a master of Shadow and arcane magic. For some reason prefers electricity and ice arcane spells.
"Thank you for the improvements. Any particular reason why you are doing this? IE: You want a favor. Or are you just doing it to be nice?"
Iputhur walks over to where Vicros and Akhier ((Wherever they are)) and then asks strangely in his blank vampiric voice
"I have left this plane for a short few years and come back with great prowess, would anyone wish to face me?"
EDIT: He trained on the Astral plane so time doesnt apply here.
"Unfortunatly my busy life calls I'm going to have to decline the offer."
To Akheir:
"No offence but I can't bring you along. I have to discuss top secret information and the Cabal wouldn't like it if you overheard. You can fight Iputhur if you want."
He then turns incorpreal and steps forward leaving Akheir where he was origionally standing. The Vicros sinks into his shadow.
((Last post for today.))
to I won't be on this thread for a while due to a research paper I have to do. ((Where is everybody?))Show
("my-dead(weasle's name) rest" in draconic)
"I hope someone worthy of my attention and considerable abilities comes along soon. This is becoming quite tedious." She says to herself as she lifts a stay strand of hair from her face, frowning as it falls back exactly where it had been before.
Immediately, his mindblade appears in his hand and swings towards the crossbow,taking the kobold with it. Psionic energy connects with wood ad steel as the crossbow is severed from its place and falls to the ground with a clang. "called me, did you? Or was it that snob of a demon over there?"
OOC
ta-dah! Guess who's back?
Alkiroth, Enku, and Ichiata close their eyes and combust in their casual meens of teleportation. They all leave a smokey and scorching corpse of various creatures on the ground.
The vampire ((whos name i forgot...
)) Stays around to wait for a challenge from various combatants.OOC
enix? Well, I know who to ask for RPGs than:P
A spitting noise comes from the back of Kaurthix's back. Foul smelling (and looking!) paste lands next to his left foot and sizzles a black tar before dissolving into the granite floor.
"Hey, inferior scalesack. Ive been slain a good 100 times and im prepared to be again. How about a fight, you and me? Im sure i wont be the victor but with that last battle im sure a lot of people have their coppers on this dead guy you see before you and i would love to dissapoint them. So what do ya say?"
((As what the vampire sais, i want him to lose. It will build his personality as a very selfish being and get another one of my characters to withdraw for a few days. So your choice NN))
Iputhur takes out an infected few gold peices and drops them on the table. He walks down the arena staircase and anxiously joins the arena battlefeild.
"Your move, scalesack."
((Heres a hint, Iputhur has 1 level of ranger now and a whole new attitude when he spent a few decades in Gu'tannoth with the githyankis. He has also lost a few classes that were basiccly there for one effect and to balance his power. I think everyone here now knows what his favored enemy is riiiight?))
Kurthix instantly sees that physical combat isn't an option, so flys 50ft into the air with Enix. Vethiloex charges while Kurthix unleashes a powerful line of acid that would make dragons scared.
"Hmm, whats this? No third warrior fights? Get those stupid pets out of here you scaly hippocrit!"
Iputhur quickly takes out a scroll and breifly reads it. He puts the scroll back in his pack and outstretches his arm Ice Darts! Several small but sharp and razor icicles fling towards Kurthix and Etic.
edit: Oh shoot, forgot the charging thing. Next post ill add the responc to the charging beast
Iputhur switches on his aura of negativity (lol) and listens for Kurthix and readies a shadowjump for what may happen.
((Iputhur's last sentence was a taunt to intimidate))
He is stunned with fear that a cleric or even worse, a necromancer is pondering through his self-conciousness. This gives Kurthix and Enix to lay down there atack on Iputhur. ((To bad he doesnt have a sneak attack!)) Iputhur is struck on the back from Kurthix's acid breath and Vethoixis bite, and his armor completely dissolves under the impact. He falls over but shadowjumps into the ground the instant theres contact.
As Kurthix is confidently preparing for his next attack on Iputhur a cold chill seeps down his spine.
Edit: Sorry reread you post, editing
Akhier goes to a corner of the arena and morphs his head open, takes out a bead, places it down, backs away, then say a word and it expands into his private labratory.
Edit: ((Jackel, I have trouble with character names too. I use copy/paste and back/forward buttons don't erase typed text.
Iputhur is aware of an ambush being planned on him. ((Wouldnt it be obvious to you? With all the magic and 3 on 1?)) And shadowjumps outside the expected area. He then attempts a sneak attack on Varthixius with a bolt of negative energy aiming for its back.
Edit: Ok thanks ill do that
load of wands of maximized magic missile and loads them into special machines that gaurd his place then with that done sets of some force fields to prevent damage to his lab.Enix stings Iputhur in the arm. It hurts but isnt the problem. The wyvern swooshes down with grace and perfection and peirces Iputhur in the chest. Out of his mutilated chest comes the carnage of his black blood and decayed intestines. This however does not stop him. Next the wave of magic missiles impales all around his body. He falls down to the ground, smoldering and unmoving.
About one minute after his fall the mouth still hasent announced the victor. Something must be wrong... The body that lay there disperses into the darkness of the walls nearby and Iputhur races out of the shadow cast by the wyvern and attempts to slash into the wyvern's back with his gilded dagger.
((Be sure to remember he hasent suppressed his negative aura so all the living creatures that attacked him lost health. And the wyvern is a dragon right?))
Iputhur seeps into the shadows of Vethiloex's shadow and travels through underground shadows to reappear standing up, sadistacly holding his magic dagger. The prone Vethiloex is victom to a Entropic blow sneak attack from a magical cold dagger! He attempts peirces it into its side and takes the acid damage, practically ignoring it.
((I would say that is maybe 51 dmg if it hits. Though it is possibly likely to be a point or 2 lower. I spent a few days on this guys entropic blow combo along with various bonuses from feats and magic weapon.))
The dire weasle is about to reach its limit, so Kurthix levitates her. Everyone in the group flys to 80ft, ready to strike whatever emerges from the ground.
Edit: You have an ECL 31 Character!
Well yes though from what i have seen in the great and elite hes like a chump. Like that mindreader golem was pretty tough. Didnt he have like 30 levels in psion as well as alot of HP and buffs from his construct type? He was like a spionic bipedical supertank. Also, Skraal could fight a uber enhanced Arch-Devil... Vicros is a level 40 nocturnomancer. He said so in other thread when fighting Vivi who was like a 60 level something. I think 11-31 was also pretty tugh with all his magical equopment he must have been powerful. I just think with all the other competetors hes pretty weak.))
The vampire is glad to see a foe is down. Though when he tried to shrug off the damage he was in for a nasty surprise...
The line slices into his back. It forces him to the ground from the force and power of the bolt. He screams in pain as he tries to get out of his disadvantage.
((Assuming Iputhur is above ground)) Kurthix will use a lesser acid attack (lower level spell slot) and then several magic missles. Meanwhile Enix will grab a cure serious wounds to use it on the floating Vethiloex.
((It was not instant because of the time stop it was more like a year and also If you notice I have not really done any fighting and when I do its more of a thing where I play with them. I do fun not fight. also hes only at half power:D ))
((Krede's tavern is a RP only thread that is filled with god-like beings last time I checked. Many players move their characters between the threads freely.))
Iputhur uses his glare attack on Vethiloex, Because of its weak will ((He has a weak one right?))
But after he finishes glaring he is impaled by another strike of acid and is dispersed into the shadows
Kurthix is victorious!
Kurthix returns to the lobby and starts to heal hmself, his mount, and familiar. "Never under estimate a Kobold, good match."
Edit: ((have to go))
"Think I didn't know, did you? Well well well, ignorance really is a nice thing, innit?"
Akhier sets himself up as the god of the arena
the chittering of devils, the roar of hellfire, the boiling lava and the tortured ground. Over all this, Skraal walks toward his goal: Mephistopheles. Under the baatorian sky, he draws his sword and speaks the five words that could be his last: "Mephistopheles, your time has come." And with that, he walks toward the lord of hellfire with the slow, determined walk of one who knows that every step he takes could be his last, and no longer cares.
((you do know that Akhier is the God of the arena so opening a portal to a hell will be registered by him?))
What are you doing kobold!?! You wish to challenge my brilliance and superiority!? What "noble" cause is this for!? Answer!
Leaving his voice to echo around the throneroom, Skraal grasps his sword with both hands and whirls around, attempting a strike to the devi's leg.
just to note Akhier pulls back all bits of himself ever put in anybody
You.... You impudent slab of misperfection! I brought you back to life for your feat in battle! And you repay me with slashing through my body! Enough!! Minions!
Hoards of Spined devils leap out of the shadows and throw a good two or three barbs at Skraal. Before retreating back into the shadows a Horned devil bursts through a pillar of ice, flying towards Skraal while flying through the Spine devil obstacles
"I obet my master you incompetant draconic weasil!"
After finishing that remark, the Horned devil cleaves down onto Skraal's head.
Skraal vanishes as the barbs close in on him, reappearing to tumble around the cornugon and bring a point blank blast of lightning into its back.
(in draconic) "Off to pick a fight with a devil again, eh Skraal." Kurthix appears in front of Skraal. "I won't stop you, not that I really think I could, but I'd love to have a drink with you after the match. Win or lose."
Edit: ((this is before he leaves the matterial plane.))
Meph summons hellfire storms that flash with heat and light. The clouds let loose huge amounts of hellfire raindrops aimed for Skraal.
The bolts of acid speed toward him, and the storm of hellfire roars overhead.
left? No, that won't work. Up, no again... but where?
Terrible realization dawns on him, a moment too late.
there's nowhere to run, Skraal.
Acid tears through him and sheets of hellfire rain down on the kobold as he doubles over in pain. Something is different, however. His scales begin to turn a radiant copper, and wings grow from his back as he grows into a full-sized copper dragon, the marks of age evident on its face.
"I trained for twelve years, mephistopheles, but I wasn't alone. There was a dragon, korion, who took me in. A good soul, once you got to know him. He trained me and cared for me for eight years, said it was a waste I didn't learn magic.
I was only one of what he called his "charges". Everyone who lived near him, whether they knew of him or not, were cared for by him.
For some time, I thought there might be hope. Hope that there was still some humanity, some compassion left in this world, I believed, not in the gods, but in the faith in the world that I had lost so long ago.
But it wasn't going to last. One year, the crops went bad, the sheep went ill, and war was coming over the horizon. People lose their sense, they always do.
One of them, I'll never forget his face, knew what "must be done", the blame went to Korion, and the next night, all the surrounding villages that he had cared for for so long, all those ungrateful bastards, took their weapons from over the fireplace and went to kill him.It didn't take long, he didn't even run.. he just stood there, crying. Not for himself, but for them.
For the second time in my life, I was forced to run. For the second time in my life, I lost my faith in the world. Even now, I take his shape sometimes, in his memory... and that is the greatest difference between you and me, mephistopheles. I care, as he did, more than you could possibly imagine."
Tears roll down his face, splashing onto the ground. He raises a draconic claw and, determination and sorrow mixed in his face, swings toward mephistopheles.
The Assassin devils, scared that there master is prone and flee. Mephistopheles hurrys to get back on his feet and he evocates hellfire to get Skraal at a distance
"You.... I cant beleive you did that!! Suffer fool!!
Meph summons a sword produced by the screaming white embers of hellfire. He swings the blade of brilliant white fires at Skraal.
Calmly, Skraal grasps the sword, holding it with both hands and hurling it back at the devil. "I already have, now, it's your turn. Do you see that sunset, mephistopheles? Take a good look, 'cause it's the last one you will ever see.."
The tortured baatorian earth groans, and shards of rock fly in all directions as blasts of psionic energy erupt from it and toward mephistopheles.
While Skraal gazes down on Mephistopheles burning corpse two arms grasp him. The arms then pulse a white blazing fflame that burns Skraals arms. When Skraal looks back down on Meph's corpse its gone and Mephistopheles stands behind him with a dissapointed look on his face
His sword of hellfire reappears and is swung into Skraal's back
Kurthix starts to anger. "Enix, I'd like to make an order. You know what to do." He gives a note to Enix who flies away.
Mephistopheles simply nudges and the tendrils of hellfire swarm back at Skraal and several more flaming tendrils burst out of the decayed soil and grapple Skraal's legs and arms.
Now Die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's over.
The burning tendrils and the smell of scorched flesh fill his ears and nose, pain fading as darkness seeps across the edges of his vision...
where am I?
His darkness covers his eyes entirely, and then becomes...something else. Light, and a familiar figure, sitting and staring.
Skraal sits on a grassy plain, a wizened red kobold in robes opposite him. He is Thanos, the elder of his tribe.
"I thought you were.."
"Yes"
The penny drops, and a look of shocked recognition runs across the kobold's face.
"Oh.."
"You have failed us, Skraal weaselheart, you have failed to avenge us, you could not even respect your family, you let us die, uncared for, while you ran. And even now, you did not redeem yourself."
"No! Why...? why?"
"You have failed us, we do not wish you to be here. Leave us, now. Do not dare to show yourself before us again."
A cloaked figure pats Skraal on the back. He may have been a marut once, but now he is merely a skeleton, clad in a black cloak, scythe in hand, blue pinpoints of light where eyes should be.
"It seems, Skraal, that there is only one place to go. If you are rejected from the heavens, than only one place awaits...baator."
Tears fall from the kobold's eyes, but he grips his sword and nods as Death begins the ritual. "After all, what else can I do?"
The kobold reappears opposite the lord of Hellfire in the circle, sword set in the ground, and begins to speak, tears clouding his eyes.
"There was a time when I fought for those you had killed, devil. There was a time when, in this world, I could hold faith, in them, and in myself, at least. Now, I have failed, and those I loved and trusted most have cast me out. I am nothing, mephistopheles, but I fight for what I used to be. Not for those that had died, but for what I have lost through them. I told you once that I had only my life left, but I was wrong. I had trust in myself and my dead tribe. Now, I have lost even that. In my heart I know that I have failed, yet I must try, for without hope, what is left? Precious few know the answer, mephistopheles, and it is me. I have waited twelve years to bring an end to you, mephistopheles, and at last, the time has come."
"Here and now, I am alive, here and now you shall die. By your true name of ryln'tyrash, I place your spirit in this sword where it shall eternal lie."
As he speaks the words of imprisonment, his sword begins to glow, and the flames slowly turn to the dull gray of Balefire: the flames of unmaking. Mephistopheles' form begins to waver, and he vanishes with one final scream as his infernal soul is imprisoned in the blade, there to lie forever.
The flames subside and Skraal, exhausted, had only energy enough to open a portal to the arena. He steps through, leaning on his sword as it closes behind him. "It's done." and with those two words, he collapses onto the arena floor.
OOC
any good?
Skraal wakes up in a room lit for kobold eyes. "Ah you're up. Since you have been in other lands most of your life, I assume you are more comfortable with common." He motions to a tray of food, picher of water, and bottle of mushroom wine. "Eat, you've had an epic battle. You are in a kobold merchant camp. You know, where kobolds stay when they don't want palidens breathing down their necks. The best part is that everything is made with kobolds in mind." The blade containing Mephistopheles is in a anti-magic trunk at the foot of Skraals bed.
Skraal devours the food hungrily and looks up at Kurthix. "Thanks, you've got just the right place. I recommend you stay away from me though,my mood after this kind of thing..well, it's less than stable, I'm sure you can imagine."
Edit: ((You do know that kobolds don't have a concept of monogomist relationships. They just mate with the best available at the time in order to have children and expand their tribe. Skraal just happens to be the best male they have ever seen.))
((didn't know, but Skraal isn't too normal anyway, so that's fine:P))
Skraal nudges his mount, which follows Vethiloex, if a tad uneasily.
He sighs and begins to speak to the growing crowd: " Thanks for the attention, but there's three things I need now: I need rest, I need a drink, and I need to be left alone, alright?"
((I have to go, its almost midnight in my time zone.))
((entering full chaotic mode))
The ground shakes, and the tavern outside of the tavern erupts in flame, or rather, a very convincing illusion of flame.
Skraal turns to Kurthix and whispers "Think that'll get them to stop breathing down my neck?"
((okay, bye
))"That tremor may have done the trick. On the subject of your devil problem, I think if we hand him over to the angels of the 7 heavens, he may be safe. When you reach the arena tomorrow their will most likely be an assassin ready. Your head would be the ultimate symbol of diabolic rule. It would serve as proof of a devil rulers superiority over his predacesor, or could be used as leverage to accend the ranks. You have a bounty on your head of a legion of devils and enough gold to buy a city. Good thing we are in a scy-proof market that has everything you'll ever need for a good defense."
))"good. Look, you and me both know the rules for any kind of heaven: You're refused once, there's no way you're going back. ever. " He takes some time to drain a tankard before speaking again. "Well, there better be someone at the arena to take all this out on, 'cause putting a devil's head on a spike would improve my mood quite a bit. Now, me and my sword is all I ever needed to defend myself, but you're right, I could use some silver...Then again, I think I have a plan, but that'll wait. Tommorow, that's the time for plans."
..........
Outside, the illsuory flame creeps to the roof, forming the words "BUGGER OFF".
A cloaked figure in what looks like strands of smokey obsidian enters through the room, ignoring the flames nearby. He pushes the people or obstacles (to him) and moves over to Skraal. He begins to speak a bit loudly just to make Skraal mad.
"Well done on the concealment of my former lord, Skraal. Though i dont like you any more than i did before. I have had a conversion to the Tannr'ii religeon and i enjoy it all the more than my demanding Baatorian politic. So be ready for another conflict with evil supernatural beings."
Ichiata has a dull, rude, emotionless face as he taunts Skraal.
Skraal sighs and shrugs. " Didn't you see the sign? Oh yeah, I forgot, you can be blind when you want to, can't ya. Well, I've got news for you: if you're gonna send assasins or something after me, frankly, you can forget about it. You'll just get their head on a spike, and yours will be next. In short, leave me alone, and read the sign next time".
"Get off, I say! Off. Bleeding Undead, no sensitivity to a Kiloren's needs."
For indeed, standing, the man lowers his hood, and reveals the long hated (not necessarily feared) face of Wilt the Necromancer.
"At first glance, this arena has improved," he grunts, sauntering forward. "That horrible kobold isn't here, I hope? If he is, he needs dealing with. Quickly. Very, very quickly. I mean, start it quickly, and make his pain slow... very, very slow."
Ichiata sits down next to Skraal, ignoring the nearby sorcerors and swordsmen before speaking.
"You petty little beasts of magic. I am a Tann'rii now and most of your spells couldnt affect me anyways. And i will tell you, Kurthix to back off even if you scry in a dark room on Skraal which is utterly disturbing.... Skraal all i have is to ask for a rematch to test my skills against your own. As for all of the other kobold trash in this room i suggest you back down before i slay your pitiful souls and deliver them to my master Pazuzu."
The doors to the arena burst in again, as a familiar half-drow storms in, her face instantly scanning the people inside the foyer.
"Where is he? I know he's in here, somewhere!"
She bumps past one of the undead guards flanking Wilt, and checks as much of the place as she can to find whomever it is she is looking for. Checking under stools, behind counters, taking a good long scan of the arena itself, and checking the entrances to the arena doors.
Finally figuring that she isn't going to find the person here, she returns to the foyer and points at Wilt, making a point of not staring at his undead followers.
"You, there. You haven't, by any chance, seen an orc go by, have you? About 6 feet, right eye put out. Wields a double-axe. Stupid as one of your own slaves. You couldn't miss him."
Ichiata has his sword drawn, and one hand readying a bolt of hellfire.
"You! One with the orange rod!!"
The kobold backs up slightly (intimidate) and raises the wand. Ichiata projects a dart that looks like hellfire at the kobold. It makes contact with him and ignites him. His skin burns gruesomely as it splits and evaporates in the air, leaving a cloud of red smoke. That kobold burns up as Ichiata throws another dart at a kobold with a crossbow. The effects repeat.
"you do not tell me to wait when my lord watches and demands souls?! I think not."
[OOC]Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of inertia in getting back here.[/OOC]
The doors to the arena burst in again, as a familiar half-drow storms in, her face instantly scanning the people inside the foyer.
"Where is he? I know he's in here, somewhere!"
She bumps past one of the undead guards flanking Wilt, and checks as much of the place as she can to find whomever it is she is looking for. Checking under stools, behind counters, taking a good long scan of the arena itself, and checking the entrances to the arena doors.
Finally figuring that she isn't going to find the person here, she returns to the foyer and points at Wilt, making a point of not staring at his undead followers.
"You, there. You haven't, by any chance, seen an orc go by, have you? About 6 feet, right eye put out. Wields a double-axe. Stupid as one of your own slaves. You couldn't miss him."
"Best treat me with respect, Spider-Man," yawns Wilt. "That is, unless your from Eberron, in wich case, you are Scorpion-Boy, Fire-Boy, or Shadow-Boy. No Orc, none that I've seen anywhere." He sits down on a chair. "Do you wish to fight him? Or simply fight? If the latter, than I may be able to help you..."
Ichiata throws several streaks of hellfire at all the koblds he spots, all screaming and atrociously boiling into red fog that obscures nearby vision. Every 10 seconds another shout of anguish and pain from a kobold occurs. The screams lessen as the kobold population decreases in the bar. Kurthix can finally see again as Ichiata snaps the neck of a young kobold and then stares at Kurthix.
"Pazuzu is content with his souls. Though i dont assume you are..."
"Eberron? Never heard of it. And the orc is, in actuality, my slave."
She expects the whatever-Wilt-is to start laughing at any minute, and makes a good pause to give him/her/it a good chance to laugh without interrupting.
"How about some minions of my own to combat?!"
In an instant a Molydeus (Rhan) and three Balors appear. Their minions are summoned (Various types of demonkin) and they attack back. The battle begins...
Ichiata retruns to the arena and acts like nothing bad happened as he waits for a challenge.
The kobolds dispatch the demons and start to repair the bar and heal the wounded. "He just made a powerful enemy. Get some trap-smiths! I don't want a fiend to put a toe underground without getting a bolt in it. Money is no object. We need better weapons and barding for our mounts. Well Skraal, you asked what now, so this is your answer, we get revenge!"
Megara (Who is a girl, thank you very much) looks curiously at Wilt.
"Eberron? Never heard of it. And the orc is, in actuality, my slave."
She expects the whatever-Wilt-is to start laughing at any minute, and makes a good pause to give him/her/it a good chance to laugh without interrupting.
(He, thank you very much...;))
"Slave? Ah, slaves. Now, if you were to want a real slave," he advertises, his subtelty lacking. "Why not use undead. Untiring, no need for food, and plus, they do whatever ya say! My services could be offered extra cheap, you know. Wilt the Necromancer, the powerful finder of catacombs, killer of kobolds, reanimator of corpses, the evil that lurks, the dead flower, as well as mysteriously gifted with an affinity for the planes (and getting on the wrong side of those who live there)."
He finishes, slightly out of breath, before bowing, and almost repeating his sales-pitch. He thinks better of it.
"Megara, once of the third house of Sshaxsa’kaz, now the Chief's Advisor of Krleye, and a gifted singer.
And thank you for the offer, but I've found that the free will given by that of the living provides suitable flexibility of thought, allowing them to adapt to given conditions far better than any dead. A zombie would walk through a fire to get to its target, and be burned to ashes. An orc would put out the fire first, or at the very least walk around it.
On that note, undead unnerve me."
Megara looks around her suddenly, as if expecting her orcish slave to pop in through the windows (or, at the very least, the door) at any minute.
Ichiata makes a horrid noise (Abyssal) and a large bat with smokey spines and sickly yellow-green wings and body is summoned. It's teeth are like several brown daggers that secrete a pale yellow fluid. It has dark orange eyes than scan the room.
"Schreeya!!"
(In abbysall) I dont know where that blasted kobold is but my master wants to speak to him for some kind of.... proposal. He also wants me to face him before the meeting to test his battle prowess and see if hes worthy. Now shut up or ill cut your teeth out and feed them to a mane!"
Ichiata finishes speaking and then watches the the battles outside as he pets his mount.
The cave shudders, and the air is filled with the sounds of splintering rock, bubbling of some sort and the tinkle of silver. Soon, a river like no other flows through the ranks of the tanar'ri, a river of molten silver. The screams of demons fill the air as the silver rises up to encase them, consigning them to a brief life of imprisonment and pain.
Skraal sighs, and motions to the kobolds to stay back before speaking in abyssal, "you lot just tell me when you're ready to fight, will you?"
The ceiling of the cave gains a transparent, shiny sheen and partially crumbles, spraying the town with diamond dust and restoring the fallen.
"Lets get some new equipment. You are in the right place. You ask for a new gnomish submersible, with a dinner made of its crew, they will ask you what color and make you want."
"I'll have the alchemists fill your order. Kobolds are sometimes evil, but we look after our own. We have some cold iron weapons that you should look at. We will stand behind you in all of your battles.
Mug' and Hikkun, the two advance guards currently posted at the very kobold merchant camp which Skraal and Kurthix are conversing and preparing. They feel slightly relieved at the moment. When both of them noticed the towering orc with his right eye missing and openly brandishing a vicious double axe, approaching their camp, they were terrified! But it was their duty to stop and question the orc first, so they had done.
His reply confused and befuddled the pair of kobolds, which both prefer non-disjointed sentence structure.
"Rooster left nest."
When they requested a clarification, the orc had completely changed his mind about what he said.
"Cake in cake shop."
It came to them that this orc was trying to use code terms and passwords to get in. They had smiled and laughed, and pointed out to the rather thick-skulled orc that he wasn't allowed in.
The orc grew angry, as he bellowed out his great chest and begun to show off his unbelievable skill with his double axe, both leaving the poor kobolds utterly frightened. With a howl, the orc ran straight past the kobolds into the cave, leaving them with the aftereffects of such strong intimidation.
Or, he would have, if he bothered to duck. As it was, the kobolds were immensely thankful that he bashed his head on the roof of the cave entrance, and they called someone from in their camp to remove the orc. The other kobolds had dragged the brute carefully over to a far-away clearing, unwilling to make any attacks that would surely awaken and anger the orc.
Mug' and Hikkun weren't very surprised, therefore, to see the same orc stagger towards them once again. Mug', who knew Common, spoke to the orc only slightly less brokenly as he did.
"Sorry, orc, but we going to need you name and reason coming here."
"MURK name MURK." MURK proclaimed, one hand rubbing a nasty bump on his forehead.
"And... you have reason, yes?"
"MURK want hidey-hide."
Mug' looked quizzically at Hikkun, and explained what the orc meant. Surely someone this strong wouldn't have need to hide!
"Hide from what?"
"..." The orc strained to remember remember what he was hiding from.
While the orc stood there thinking, Hikkun piped up, and spoke to his partner in Draconic, "I should go to the captain. He'll probably know what to do. If not, then he can tell his superiors."
Mug' gulped, and slowly nodded, while turning his attention to the thinking orc to make sure he didn't do anything too hostile.
Hikkun ran straight for the security of the cave walls to alert the captain.
Wilt cracks his knuckles, hums gently, and grins wickedly in the hopes of a fight.
I'm waiting until I kill you to become a lich, or at least until you bow to my authority. Or I start to like you. All of them have varying levels of probability. Am I boring you? If so, good. Are you in a fight? If so, marvelous! When I find your mutilated corpse, I'll make sure to raise it as a zombie. Then I shall be a lich!
Wilt's maniacal ravings stop, it seems that he is taking a drink of water. Or blood, or mud (with Wilt, you never know).
If you're in a fight, any possibility you would need help?
"Hmm.... So this is it eh? Trapmakers going to the abyss with a magical tome? Pfff i hope the Black Cult of Ahm doesnt interfere with this. Anyways to make this take longer for preperations i will.....
Dusque raises her ghostly arm and nudges it slightly. The book flies out of the kobold's hands and lands a good distance away.
"Hmm. I think i should gpo retreive that before the kobolds start looking..."
Dusque heads for the book as the confused kobolds wonder how the book has flown away.
((Btw shes not evil, still neutral. She is just helping out the Arch-Wng's to make them feel safer though im not going to go much deeper on my plot which will be revealed later :D ))
He clears his throat, looks angrily at the slavering undead, who don't care if he's dramatic or idiotic, and then begins to murmur old words, mysterious incantations, and wave his hands. Wizard-ish stuff.
Crap. Looks like the spell doesn't work. No seriously, runt, where are you? I wanna be there, I always loved killing demons, their souls taste sweet, or at least, their lack of souls.
Meanwhile...
Mug' and Hikkun, the two advance guards currently posted at the very kobold merchant camp which Skraal and Kurthix are conversing and preparing. They feel slightly relieved at the moment. When both of them noticed the towering orc with his right eye missing and openly brandishing a vicious double axe, approaching their camp, they were terrified! But it was their duty to stop and question the orc first, so they had done.
His reply confused and befuddled the pair of kobolds, which both prefer non-disjointed sentence structure.
"Rooster left nest."
When they requested a clarification, the orc had completely changed his mind about what he said.
"Cake in cake shop."
It came to them that this orc was trying to use code terms and passwords to get in. They had smiled and laughed, and pointed out to the rather thick-skulled orc that he wasn't allowed in.
The orc grew angry, as he bellowed out his great chest and begun to show off his unbelievable skill with his double axe, both leaving the poor kobolds utterly frightened. With a howl, the orc ran straight past the kobolds into the cave, leaving them with the aftereffects of such strong intimidation.
Or, he would have, if he bothered to duck. As it was, the kobolds were immensely thankful that he bashed his head on the roof of the cave entrance, and they called someone from in their camp to remove the orc. The other kobolds had dragged the brute carefully over to a far-away clearing, unwilling to make any attacks that would surely awaken and anger the orc.
Mug' and Hikkun weren't very surprised, therefore, to see the same orc stagger towards them once again. Mug', who knew Common, spoke to the orc only slightly less brokenly as he did.
"Sorry, orc, but we going to need you name and reason coming here."
"MURK name MURK." MURK proclaimed, one hand rubbing a nasty bump on his forehead.
"And... you have reason, yes?"
"MURK want hidey-hide."
Mug' looked quizzically at Hikkun, and explained what the orc meant. Surely someone this strong wouldn't have need to hide!
"Hide from what?"
"..." The orc strained to remember remember what he was hiding from.
While the orc stood there thinking, Hikkun piped up, and spoke to his partner in Draconic, "I should go to the captain. He'll probably know what to do. If not, then he can tell his superiors."
Mug' gulped, and slowly nodded, while turning his attention to the thinking orc to make sure he didn't do anything too hostile.
Hikkun ran straight for the security of the cave walls to alert the captain.
((You don't know much about the camp, do you. The entrance to the shop is a back alley with guards inside and a sliding eye hole in the door. The cave entrance is inside. They don't want a paliden raid, since palidens think kobold=evil and a few are evil. Also, the guards include a team of 3: 2 warriors and an adept/warrior healer with a 3/day magic missle ability. The mage is armored and help is easy to call. The password is in draconic and intruders are attacked with much ferocity.))
Skraal sighs as the "cheering squad" nears. "way to go Kurthix, now I'm back to square one. Alright ladies, I'm told some of you are sorcerors, just blow up anything that seems evil, alright?" He grins and adds "and if kurthix pulls a stunt like this again, that includes him. Now Kurthix, you have no idea how much I'd like to be impressed by these trapsmiths, but unfortunately for my sense of security, I've seen em." He produces a large red hardcover manual from his backpack and hands it to Kurthix. "give em this, and Ichiata will be in for some trouble."
"Those sorcerouses were supposed to be secret. You know, to be a suprise attack." ((That was why I told you via PM))
((You don't know much about the camp, do you. The entrance to the shop is a back alley with guards inside and a sliding eye hole in the door. The cave entrance is inside. They don't want a paliden raid, since palidens think kobold=evil and a few are evil. Also, the guards include a team of 3: 2 warriors and an adept/warrior healer with a 3/day magic missle ability. The mage is armored and help is easy to call. The password is in draconic and intruders are attacked with much ferocity.))
((Oh, I'm so sorry for completely ruining your perfectly-laid-out and Come-within-two-miles-o'-me-and-I'll-kill-you kobold lair with my fun and antics. I guess that flexibility (Which, IMO, is paramount around this type of thread when there aren't as many game rules) isn't quite your forte.
Maybe I'll try again, later.))
Megara, peeved that nobody will tell her where MURK went, leaves Gareth's.
MURK, having completely forgotten why he was here (Bump on the head and all), leaves whichever place the kobold lair was in.
((Oh, I'm so sorry for completely ruining your perfectly-laid-out and Come-within-two-miles-o'-me-and-I'll-kill-you kobold lair with my fun and antics. I guess that flexibility (Which, IMO, is paramount around this type of thread when there aren't as many game rules) isn't quite your forte.
Maybe I'll try again, later.))
Megara, peeved that nobody will tell her where MURK went, leaves Gareth's.
MURK, having completely forgotten why he was here (Bump on the head and all), leaves whichever place the kobold lair was in.
((Kobolds are by nature anti-social with other races. In the monster manual the only thing that is said about their god is that it hates all races besides kobolds. Kobolds have been known to eat other inteligent races and reguard themselves as superior and orks as brutal savages that they will only deal with when completely nessasary. This group may deal with devils and anything that is profitable, but always in a separate location, and always with enough fire power to defend themselves. You don't just walk in for a chat, they are basically the mafia.))
"Yeah, let's go for it. Honestly though, did you think Ichiata wouldn't know anyway?"
Ichiata pushes Skraal out of the way and descends down to the arena.
"Change of plans you pile of rubbish, im your opponent. You start."
Then the bat speeds over to Enix and casts Poison. As it swoops by Enix Ichiata draws his sword and attempts to mutilate the Pseudodragon's right wing.
Ichiata throws a long bolt of hellfire at Vethiloex as he tries to think of a plan to take out Kurthix
Edit: ((Cog, finally someone else is here!))
OOC
Man, this place DIED without me? Jeez. And ya'll have degenerated into one-liners? How sad.....
Alright, I'm here to announce that I'm closing the Arena here for good, where it shall fade into the backstory of Lord Gareth the Cold. However, I will not abandon you all entirely. That would make me a prick. There is another, worthier arena, in the Map of the Planes.
The Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator.
Make sure you read the first post, and then read the stickies in the Map of the Planes forum. They'll give you some advice on getting started. After that, submit your character, their IC entrance, and tear it up!
I look forward to seeing you all there.
Adun Toredas!
Alright, I'm here to announce that I'm closing the Arena here for good, where it shall fade into the backstory of Lord Gareth the Cold. However, I will not abandon you all entirely. That would make me a prick. There is another, worthier arena, in the Map of the Planes.
The Battle Royale of Sorcen's Baator.
Make sure you read the first post, and then read the stickies in the Map of the Planes forum. They'll give you some advice on getting started. After that, submit your character, their IC entrance, and tear it up!
I look forward to seeing you all there.
Adun Toredas!
((Makes me sad. As great as sorcen's thread is, I kinda liked the whole fast-paced make your own storyline join as you will freeform thing. Oh well, it's your thread's funeral, Skraal will be rejoining the baator crew soon [With a different person to hate:P]))
That breaks Wilt's heart (or lack of heart)...
Also, Skraal actually likes wilt, contrary to popular belief.
Kurthix: "How about a match, anyone ready."
OOC
I have come to a decision. Nerd will take over the Arena, with the IC explanation being that Gareth is renting it out to the Koblod Mafia.
And don't let me catch you slackin' again. Gareth can come back to kick your ass at any point :P
And don't let me catch you slackin' again. Gareth can come back to kick your ass at any point :P
A robed halfling wearing darkened goggles walks into the lobby. Gray]"I have an announcement. Gareth's Arena is under new management. It will now be run by the humble merchant guild, The Grey Guild! I am Svenic and will take any questions and conduct the business of the arena. You may now go back to your business." A few other robed figures of halfling stature with their hoods up enter the arena and station themselves around the lobby.
OOC
I wasn't aware of slacking at any point, when would that be?
"I'm sorry, but I have urgent business elsewhere. I'm sure your cheering section would love to chat though." And with that he takes his leave. The female kobolds aproach slowly and silently.
Skraal waves a hand, and a crystal clear liquid begins to seep out of the ground. Soon, you as it rises to knee height (near neck height for some) you see that it is water. The kobold powders some silver in his hand before sprinkling it into the liquid. A sudden sting informs you that it is definitely water. holy water.
OOC
Been a while, forgive me if I mess up any facts about the current run of the arena.
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Byron Simmons
Human Male
Lawful Evil
Rogue / Cleric / Black Flame Zealot [Classes subject to change]
Byron is a fellow of average height and slender build. He is somewhat angular, and his hair is black, feathery and seems to naturally spike. His skin is fair, edging towards the pale side. He dresses in black: black shirt, black pants, black coat, black shoes (black hat cadillac, yeaaah! The boy's a time bo-omb!)
A good comparison would be a combination of Keanu Reeves and Blackhart from the Ghostrider movie.
Byron Carries a single Kukri, granted to him by his mentor. He weathers light leather armor.
Human Male
Lawful Evil
Rogue / Cleric / Black Flame Zealot [Classes subject to change]
Byron is a fellow of average height and slender build. He is somewhat angular, and his hair is black, feathery and seems to naturally spike. His skin is fair, edging towards the pale side. He dresses in black: black shirt, black pants, black coat, black shoes (black hat cadillac, yeaaah! The boy's a time bo-omb!)
A good comparison would be a combination of Keanu Reeves and Blackhart from the Ghostrider movie.
Byron Carries a single Kukri, granted to him by his mentor. He weathers light leather armor.
Vydorf
Male Human Demilich Wizard 40
Vydorf has quite an array of magic items at his disposal, back hidden with his phylactery. he knows nearly every spell known to man. (at least in core, complete mage, complete arcane, dragon magic, and raveonloft(damning darkness).) Rank elite
rexracer
Welcome aboard. Throw in a description, mebbe?
The demilich's gem eyes gleam with a purple glow of arcane energy. his cracked teeth are twisted in a grin of the most fiendish variety. his gems are a dark violet and he cackles menacingly, occasionally.:D
OOC
No need to "sir" me, thanks for adding in the description though. Also, get ready for a fight with one of my long-dormant characters:D
. Also, get ready for a fight with one of my long-dormant characters:DThe first move is yours, sunny jim.
REXRACER,PLEASE READ!
This is entirely diceless. Remember, description and RP matters. Level, spell list, stats etc. don't even exist. So you have absolutely no need to have your books out. Just wanted to make sure you knew.
Vydorf asks politely, "what would your name be then?"
He then proceeds to mutter a strange incantation(let me know if you would recognize what spells I cast) and a glistening wall of force appears in front of him.
OOC
Just checkin'. He would know as he's a wizard to some extent, but he's mostly just armed with common sense when it comes to spell ID.
he then waves mutters a spell, and a large sack appears. he telekinetcally opens the sack and corpses upon corpses begin pouring out.
"Ah. Excellent. Our guests have arrived."
John does not seem at all surprised by the zombies, but instead holds out a hand at the sun, and begins to glow, becoming a being of positive energy. Bringing his hand back down, his radiant form, now resembling a human crafted from pure light, moves to grasp one of the zombies, who now seem to fear his very presence.
"Im an evocation boy myself, but i abhor illsion. I have absolutely no fun with it", Vydorf remarks.
Vydorf casts no spell but prepares to do so.
are you there or just thinking?
OOC
spoiler blocks for OOC stuff, please.
In the middle of the arena, three tons of icy cold iron howl toward wilt.
"You just let me know if you need patchin' up later, will you? "
Silf takes her time, slowly raising heself up off the couch she had been sprawled accross wondering where it had come from, how she got there, and what she had done the night before... "No matter." She mused to herself darkly. "Likely nothing i havent done before, or i would remember it." She chuckless darkly to herself, amused with her own thoughts and desires drifting through her sleep fogged conciousness as she walks over to one of the arena balconys to see what all the noise in the arena is.
She is somewhat ammused to see a small lizard standing near a fairly large crater, near what looks like some sort of perversion of nature, and undeath itself. "Seems like just my type." She says smiling to herself, and settles down to see how he might handle himself in combat.
The other distraction, a fair creature across the room; one he notes as a succubus.
Disgusting, he thinks, glaring narrowly at her display. His attention switches back to the room. He has patience, but it is waning. He had been informed of their arrival. They were here. Were being the operative word, it seems. Lord Ba'alze- no.
Byron / Jeremiah shakes his head. Thinking like that is a sign of weakness. He resumes his vigilance.
"So, you finally wake up? Took long enough... May i ask why you are doing this to a kobold? Silf, this is almost as bad as when you thought it would be fun to flirt with a harpoon spider..."
Ichiata steps back a few more feet and waits, assuming she already knows about the conversion he had been through with Pazuzu
And look who is. Byron's expression doesn't change at all, but he gives himself a mental kick. How could he have overlooked it? Ohh, his master wouldn't like slip-ups like this...
But it makes no difference. Like a shadow, Byron flits across the room, slipping between gladiators and other personel. He comes to rest against the far wall, his target's back to him. The dark man's hand lingers near his Kukri- is it time? No... not now. Get information now. Master would want him for information. Get it now.
Ichiata, servitor of the Duke of Hellfire...
Let's see what you can tell us...
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you just had to go and quote terminator, didn't you?*sigh*
"What do you want?"
His voice is dark and grim. His posture is also strange, he is hunched with his arms dangeling freely. Something isnt quite right with Ichiata.
((So you guys know whats going on he was messaged by his lord and is having the after-effects of the message. This makes him a bit more feircer and closer to edging his sanity. Just so you guys know, of course.))
"Ichiata," Byron's voice is just as emotionless as his face. "I know you as a follower of Mephistopheles..."
He trails off for a moment, making sure not to give away too much. "I... would like to face you in combat."
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Great, I set up all this dramatic tension, and I forget my whole plan!
Ichiata slowly walks back and slings several scorched gold peices at the counter. He descends down the staircase, never waiting for Byron to catch up. Once they reach the arena and make their stances he speaks
"You shall initiate infernal enforcer."
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He never got the memo. The spies in Hell are quick, but not that quick.
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Follows a Demon Prince and still uses Hellfire?
Ichiata is punted to the ground by Byron's kick. He stands up, with his scorching orange blood dripping out of his left shoulder and chest and fires several rays of blazing white hellfire towards Byron's stomach before moving from his current location and throwing three more bolts of hellfire at Byron's right side.
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Mechanically, yes, and thank you.
My real question was, if Ichiata is following Pazuzu now, wouldn't he be using more Pazuzu-esque powers?
My real question was, if Ichiata is following Pazuzu now, wouldn't he be using more Pazuzu-esque powers?
Ichiata is couching blood and smoke as he tries to grasp his mind. His distraction caused him a big mistake... The black fire strikes him and burns him on his left side and chest. His muscle is bare and torn as it cpontract from the violent coughing though he still is just as nimble and determined as he was at the start. Next he combusts into fire and cindars casually, leaving a torched skeleton with several glowing embars surrounding it. He respawns behind Byran and draws his sword and attempts to cut deep into his back.
((You know what happens when Ichiata's blade cuts into living flesh or did you forget?))
With a sudden burst of strength, Byron throws the blades apart, jumping out of reach of a counter attack; he holds his Kukri defensively, black smoke rising from it's length...
"schraaeya!!!!"
The horrid noise deafens and frightens several spectators and gladiators that watch the fight. Suddenly, the monster swoops down and attempts a flyby attack with its bite and wings targeting Byron. After the strikes on Byron (Your call if they hit) it attempts to grapple Byron while Ichiata draws out his Wand of Ice and Sand (Given to him from 11-31) and conjures a large pulse of sand, with the ability to rend flesh.
Byron hits the ground hard. The beast comes around a second time, but now Byron is ready. Trying his hardest to ignore the pain, Byron slashes at the creature's chest, black flame erupting from the Kukri in the process.
He has not forgotten about Ichiata, but the sand was not something he espected. Byron attempts to leap away from both the sand and the beast; he manages to get away from the beast, but the sand hits him in the leg.
Magical sand. Tears into flesh. Gets in the wound. Stings. Byron stands up, trambling from the wounds in his side and those on his leg. One eye is closed; the pain is immense, especially the vile wound from the hellfire.
The dark-clothed man holds his Kukri before him, defensively again. Thinking with all speed, he speaks a small prayer, almost silent. Suddenly, Byron dissapears.
Wait! There he is again, behind Ichiata. He raises the Kukri to slash into the fiend's back, black flame erupting from the blade.
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Watch as I quote Dirty Harry 'Are you feelin' lucky, punk?'. Nah...:P
Ichiata knew smething was going to happen when Byron dissappeared. Though he didnt expect such a cliche attack. Ichiata is struck down to the ground as his twinkling blazing orange blood sprays out the wound. Some gets on Byron's skin which stings for a few seconds but isnt a problem while the rest of it drenches the old arena ground. Ichiata combusts into fire and smoke casually and leaves the smoky grey skeleton of a drow.
Ichiata reappears in the sky to notice his companion is gushing out its sickly and caustic blood on its chest. He looks at it for a breif second as it then gestures in a "I understand" kind of motion. It then casts Poison and Horrid wilting on Byron.
His eyes widen at some of the attacks, and he grins at the suffering.
After a while, he looks around for anyone who is not already fighting.
"Does anyone wish to fight me, Evi'Zul, Herald of the Pit fiend Ashon? Or does someone want a greater challenge, and want to fight my master? I assure you, I am a worthy opponent, despite my size. I can pay any amount you wish if someone defeats me, but to make things more exciting, how about those whom I defeat owe me a favor? Any takers?
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Flames are just regular fire, colored black. It's kind of hard to be stealthy if the fire is, you know, bright.
Ichiata ignores Byron's expression. He swoops down with his sword drawn he slices into Byron's head. Then he moves the sword down his body until he reaches the lower torso. He pulls up his sword and sheaths it.
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I have grander plans than to have him killed right now. Well, killed by Ichiata.
Viktor Dalthan, the Evolved Lich, The Seeker of the Dead, The Abomination to Life, is in the building.
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There have been a few changes to Viktor, such as he is now spelling his name with a "k", so I'm reposting his block.
Viktor Dalthan, Friendly Neighborhood Lich
Male Lich (Augmented Human)
Neutral
Dread Necromancer / Various Templates
Viktor is a lich, and looks how most liches do: dessicated, skinny, and mean. He still has skin, although it is pale grey and pulled so tightly across the bones that you could count them. His eyes are pinpoints of green light. His oddest feature, however, is that he still has a full head of hair. A jet-black mass, and although it is messy, it is obviously very clean.
Viktor wears a dark blue coat that reaches almost to the ground, and his bastard sword, Lifecleave (+3 Adamantine Profane Burst), is strapped across his back. His pants, simple slacks, are held up by a heavy leather belt, and leather boots cover his feet.
Viktor carries few magical possesions, aside from a few scroll cases (in his coat) and his sword. His armor is +3 Mithril Chainmail, which fine enough to be hidden under his clothing. He has spent most of his wealth experimenting on his own body in an attempt to better understand the nature of undeath, and in order to become naturally more powerful (aka templates and undead feats.)
Viktor has technically broken the rules with his templating, but his current ones are as follows: Spellstitched, Swarm Shifter (Grave Dirt), Evolved (1).
An Undead Martyr, whom Viktor believed he got rid of in that necropolis, may be following him around. Said martyr will be statted out if he shows up.
Viktor Dalthan, Friendly Neighborhood Lich
Male Lich (Augmented Human)
Neutral
Dread Necromancer / Various Templates
Viktor is a lich, and looks how most liches do: dessicated, skinny, and mean. He still has skin, although it is pale grey and pulled so tightly across the bones that you could count them. His eyes are pinpoints of green light. His oddest feature, however, is that he still has a full head of hair. A jet-black mass, and although it is messy, it is obviously very clean.
Viktor wears a dark blue coat that reaches almost to the ground, and his bastard sword, Lifecleave (+3 Adamantine Profane Burst), is strapped across his back. His pants, simple slacks, are held up by a heavy leather belt, and leather boots cover his feet.
Viktor carries few magical possesions, aside from a few scroll cases (in his coat) and his sword. His armor is +3 Mithril Chainmail, which fine enough to be hidden under his clothing. He has spent most of his wealth experimenting on his own body in an attempt to better understand the nature of undeath, and in order to become naturally more powerful (aka templates and undead feats.)
Viktor has technically broken the rules with his templating, but his current ones are as follows: Spellstitched, Swarm Shifter (Grave Dirt), Evolved (1).
An Undead Martyr, whom Viktor believed he got rid of in that necropolis, may be following him around. Said martyr will be statted out if he shows up.
The oil ignites, lighting the entire ground in a conflagration of multicoloured flames, slowly closing in on wilt. His task finished for the moment, Skraal turns his attention to Viktor. "well well, look who's back? It's good to have you back, shame you missed so much. Management changed, apparently. By the by, do you remember Wilt? Yeah, the compost lich, he's over here. "
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I'm going to assume Skraal's still in the arena, looking into the lobby?
"You seem to be a nice fellow. Whould you care to battle one of my dearest friends? I would like to fight you, but I have to be sure of your skill. If you are wondering why I have a beer mug, it's to summon my friend. So, care to battle?"
Evi'Zul grins. "Of course, if you want a real challenge, I think my friend and I could fight you at once."
"Viktor Dalthan, at your service." The lich gives a little bow. When he rises, he glances over the beer mug. "So what is this friend you are to call? A drunk dwarf- or more extraordinary yet, a sober one!" Viktor laughs. "Well, fun and games aside. If you would like to test me, go right ahead. Goodness knows I don't get tested enough with that Pelorian dogging my every- forgive me, a tangent. I don't believe I caught your name?"
" The name is Evi'Zul, born a drow, became a mind flayer, and finally was transformed into an imp by my master, the pit fiend Ashon. As for my friend, well, you'll see."
Evi'Zul mumbles a few arcane words, then waits for a few seconds.
After a while of waiting, he curses in Infernal, then yells,
"Alright, Alright, you drunk idiot! Come on out already!"
The mug glows with an unholy purple aura and shakes violently.
Evi'Zul mutters something that sounds like, "here we are".
A loud pop echos for a long distance, and a squished looking Gelugon (Ice fiend) pulls itself out of the mug.
It has the smell of drink on it, it's skin is an icy blue, and in it hands are a 10-foot sized warhammer, and instead of the warhammer head, there is a large ale mug.
"Allow me to introduce Varan, commander of Ashon's legions. Sad, isn't he? He fell to drinking after he thought Lord Ashon was dead. A pity. Although, he IS a better leader and fighter when drunk."
Evi'Zul turns to Varan with an unholy gleam in his eyes. "Soon, it's gonna be fighting time my friend."
Evi'Zul finally turns to Viktor again.
"So, Viktor, how do we go through the paperwork to battle again?"
1.Stop
2. Drop
3. Roll
The fires still minorly lick at his skin, and it hurt's like Baator, but he looks capable once more. He reaches out his hand, which is coated in writhing black energy, before trying to strangle Skraal with it, all the while wincing at his burnt skin.
The lich shrugs. "Well, might as well check it out."
And with that, he wanders over towards the registration desk.
"So, *HIC* I'm fighting a lich? *HIC* That'll be great. *HIC*."]
Evi'Zul stares at the, compared to him, swerving monolith of a fiend.
"Have you been drinking Jubliex Gin AGAIN? Anyways, yes, you are apparently fighting a lich. Go figure. Didn't you try to kill a lich in your sleep again? No, wait, that was Venca you tried to kill."
(OOC: Huzzah for comic relief!)
He reads it, although not particularly carefully. "All right. So, we sign our name-" Viktor pulls a pen out of his coat pocket, clicks it, and signs his name. "-Time of registration-" Viktor checks around for a clock or a sundial. Not finding one, he writes "Today" in the appropriate column. "-And... rank." Viktor taps the pen against his chin before hesitantly circling the word "Good" on the paper.
Finally, the lich holds out the paper and pen for one of the fiends to sign.
"Have I missed anything?"
"Vicros Moonshadow. I've been monitoring the arena while I was away and it seems that some kobolds took over management."
The lich looks far off for a moment, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Suddenly, an idea hits him. "Say, Vicros. You look like you could use a little action. This Evi'Zul fellow and his drunken friend-" Viktor motions towards the two fiends. "-have just challenged me to a fight. Perhaps, if all parties are agreed, you would care to join in?"
"Varan and I together seem to be at the best, Elite at the worst, Good, so I say 2 verus 1 verus 1. Sound fair? I may suck every advantage out of the rules I can, but I pride on following them."
Ichiata, minding his own business or was minding his own business turns to face the group. He looks breifly at Vicros, Viktor, and the infernal creatures he onced called ally and speaks
"So, Viktor your back? And Vicros to? And an impudent imp and a drunken ice devil drinking abyssal ale? Hmm this arena has gotten much more exciting...
He pauses for a moment. Likely thinking of how to make trouble and blame it on someone.
"So umm infernal... monsters... I am in Mephistopheles service at the moment and would like to know of your reason for attending the arena... For my master, of course."
Ichiata gives a large bow to the creatures and gives a cold but unhostile smile to Vicros and Viktor.
"Mephistopheles? That old coot? In the interests of not dieing, I will say he's powerful, but my master could easily take over a layer of Baator if he felt like it. As for the reason I'm fighting in this arena... Well, Lord Ashon merely wants to scope out the competietion, for it seems the most powerful creatures in existence fight here."
Of course, Lord Ashon also to get rid of the competition, but this fool doesn't need to know that. Evi'Zul thinks
He turns to Ichiata:
"Nice to see you too. I was gone for a while due to urgent buisiness."
((That buisiness may or may not come up later.))
"Then why doesnt he? If he is all that then he should have no trouble taking over Mephistopheles layer. It is afterall...... Unoccupied. Or maybe your Ashon really isnt all that? Maybe its just to intimidate? Fool."
The lich pulls back, clapping his hands together and spinning on one heel. "But later. Now, are we all ready?"
"Any layer that isn't occupied would be the hardest to take over. Have you ever heard of the phrase "civil war", mortal? But enough talk, come Varan, let us show him why you should cower before the Heralds of Ashon, soon to be Lord of Despair!"
Evi'Zul grins at Viktor. "One-upmanship? I'm merely pointing out my master's power. Anyway, I am ready."
Varan walks to the arena as Evi'Zul sits on his shoulder.
Skraal struggles as the Kiloren's grasp tightens around his throat, almost losing conciousness. Soon though, his psionic instincts kick in, and his corporeal form begins to fade, leaving only smoke, slipping out from among the necromancer's fingers and reassembling behind him again. Gripping his Mindblade in both hands, the kobold begins to circle around Wilt, never stopping, always striking. Leaping into the air, he plunges his sword downward as he falls toward the lich and...vanishes. Both sword and swordsman become nothing more than gas, passing through Wilt and embedding the blade up to the ground in the soil of the arena.
Slowly, a deep rumbling begins to emanate from the earth itself, as something resembling a stone bear trap tears itself from the ground, snapping on Wilt.
To his soon to be opponents:
"What do you think?"
"Give this to your leader. I think I'll look foward to doing business with him in the future."
Varan drinks another beer, and comments. "*HIC* We should use the ever-changing field to our advantage, shouldn't we, Evi'Zul?
Evi'Zul grins like a manic. "Indeed we should."
Ichiata closes his eyes and a discomfort comes to all who stand near him. He shouts in pain as his flesh is rended and torn from his body. In barely any time all his blazing blood sprays at everyone nearby. His flesh, scattered all over the ground forms into a small tornado and circles around Ichiata. Then after a minute of chaos the tornado, Ichiata, and blood winces out of existance.
Iputhur then walks through the door with a bottle of Greensoak rum in his hand staggers into the lobby. He stops at a window and watches a nearby battle acting like a drunk.
((A few things i would like to mention. I thought the teliport for Ichiata should be gruesome and chaotic because hes a demon's vassal. So i did that. And Iputhur is a cruel and manipulative vampire who just wants to make everyone around him think hes a drunk with no combat skills and lets their gaurd down if they fight him so he can get the upperhand against them with a barrage of offensive spells and attacks. Deceit is a very powerful tool if used correctly :D ))
"I don't need any magic items, so I'll just ask for a favor in the future."
He notices the drunk vampire and the mortal disappearing.
Obviously he's acting, although, it would be fun to see if Varan could act as a better drunk.
"Hey! Dead thingie! *HIC* dont disgrace *HIC* our people! Even though we may be unwanted *HIC* and self centered *HIC* doesnt meen we arent mean to kin! *HIC*"
Everyone around the dead imposter thinks hes just drunk to near death though he made it quite clear to Viktor hes an undead and is rooting for him.
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It's not my fault so many necromancy spells are ****in' death attacks! ;)
That being said...
Silf raises her head again not having remembered dozing off again into a lustful daydream about hulking muscular and handsome heros, fighting a grusome battle in a pass against insurmountable odds. Something about "Sparta" remains firmly ingrained into her subconcious... "Could i be having visions now?" She muses to herself. (I saw 300 anyone else see it?)
"No matter, I have no time for such daliances." She turns around again surveying her suroundings. Seeing a more comfortable place to lounge and await a challenger she slumps into a chaize near a balcony overlooking the arena and watches, and waits.
As the ground shakes, Wilt lets loose an insane howl, which shakes the very foundation of the arena. It seems as if snatching spectres are climbing out from his mouth, they too screaming. Skraal, and most others within the vicinty, feel their eyes beginning to close... forever.OOCIt's not my fault so many necromancy spells are ****in' death attacks! ;)
((Don't we get saves or have to be a bit weak. Also, many have counter spells and other defences that would easily stop your spell. No spell can kill so many epic level characters easily. Remember the no-instant-hit rule. Please edit so that everyone has the freedom of destiny.))
((It's not an instant hit. I feel (at least in my games), that even if players make their save, they still get a mysterious feeling, as if it's being forced upon them. When you make your save, your brain just says, "this is stupid, I don't have to die just because this spell tells me to". I'm sorry if it appeared as if it were as if I was forcing death upon Skraal.))
Silf watches the arena intently waiting for something to happen. Seeing the gathering of shadows and murmers of undeath rising from soundless mouths left agape... She knows magic when she sees it and is so-far unimpressed by the results. "Use some flashier spells already! Yours are boring." She screams down at the combatants hoping to incite a frenzy of bloodlust... or a raised weapon at the very least.
She pouts petulantly as it seems none of the combatants can clearly make out her words and settles for imagining bloody carnage in unimaginable locals and proportions as only a succubus who has seen and felt every pain imaginable can.
She turns to face the kobold and folds her arms in front of herself further straining her filmy garment which was barely decent covering before, but now is even more so as it strains to remain intact, and yet still function as a garment.
(("feel their eyes beginning to close... forever" seems a bit extreme when half the targets will most likely only feel a slight wave of uncomfort. That phrase seemed like instant death.))
((The sensation is the spell and your brain debating if you're going to die or not. If your brain is good at this (high will save) than it can win the argument more often. At any rate, if Skraal feels like I'm auto-hitting, than may he step forward and slap me silly. My point is that I am not auto-hitting, so I don't exactly see what we're arguing about.))
((Is it any wonder how these guys get so wealthy?))
Vicros's body seems to fade causing him to turn translucent. His eyes are now pitch black. He also floats a few feet into the air and starts scoping out the battlefield.
((Post if we trigger anything NN1.))
A hail of darts shoot out at Vicros from the wall. They are of several compositions, such as silver, adamantium, and cold iron. Some are poisoned and a few have alchemic substances to assist them. ((I have no doubt that Vicros can dodge this.))
Darkness
Darkness is all that he sees, it closes in on him from all directions, seeping in from the corners of what is left of his vision, surrounding him with the chill of the grave, filling his ears with the screams of the dead. Slowly, the screams draw closer, closer to him until they are all around him.
Skraal opens his eyes.
Darkness is still all he sees, dotted with the spirits of the dead, seemingly not noticing him,moving around him in all directions on some mysterious business. Standing before him is what may once have been a Marut, but it is old now, rusted, skeletal, almost. It wears a black hooded cloak, and holds a scythe in one hand. Within the skull that passes for the creature's face, two bright blue pinpoints of light flicker, staring into Skraal's soul. He is death, and he has come for his quarry.
"Well well, it's been a while, hasn't it? I remember the time we last met, it was-"
"Tuesday, Skraal."
"Oh,right, yeah."
"I suppose, Skraal, that you will not care to simply come quietly?"
"Hah! Over my cold, dead body!"
"Precisely, that is what I meant."
"Right, right, ofcourse you did. So... I get to choose the challenge, right?"
"Yes, Skraal." and then adds hurriedly "but not a "friendly game of cards. I haven't had much luck with those, and besides, I still have friendly scars from it."
"well, there's..."
"And not "that thing with the board and counters and dice" either, I always lose that one."
" Tough customer, aren't ya? Well, there's always the traditional sword-fight..."
"Against you, Skraal? No, I think not. We must have a measure of fairness, after all."
"Sheesh! Nothing for it, I guess, just a game of dice? That's pure luck, after all. Highest roll wins?"
"Very well."
A hand of metal and bone protrudes from the black robes and rolls a shadowy six-sider, time seems to slow as it rolls infinitely on the ground, eventually showing a 6.
The reaper never smiles, but merely says "6. I win, Skraal." It is not a gloat, merely a statement.
Skraal, on the other hand, does not look at all intimidated, tossing his die into the air. Staring at it, waiting for the moment. Seconds before it would fall to the ground, a pair of mindblades appear from nowhere, slashing it to more pieces than even there were to begin with. after two minutes of what could only be called juggler knives, the blades cease to exist, and all the pieces of dice fall to the ground, as the kobold begins to count. "1..3.....6...11...15..20..23..28.. what the hell, you can't win."
The grim reaper merely sits, staring. "There are rules, you know."
"And they can go to hell. If I can go there, so can they." He rises, and begins to walk away, soon to be back in the arena, as if nothing happened.
The reaper never smiles, but for a moment, he seems happy, almost as if he is smiling, but surely, that cannot be?
"The best of luck to you, Skraal weaselheart."
Back in the arena, Skraal sees the spirits clearly now, sees the shadowy chains that bind them to the Kiloren.
And chains, as we know, can be broken.
Charging toward the necromancer, Skraal begins hacking at those chains in a frenzy, first one, then another, severing the undead from their master, giving them freedom...freedom to sleep at last.
The darts just fly strait through Vicros. As they pass through he makes a mental note of what triggered it.
Vicros walks out of the shadows of the lobby. Hearing the battle going on he goes to the window and looks out.
Evi'Zul jumps off of Varan, and starts ranting at Vicros.
"Yeah, *HIC*. Isn't it against the rules bto leave when there's a battle?"
Evi'Zul grows annoyed, and blasts the arena floor with several fireballs.
Vicros returns to his place in the arena.
While his opponents are distracted by their antics, Viktor slides against the wall, considering his options. Although he usually isn't a flashy fellow, he decides to open with a bang. He makes a quick forward motion with his right hand, gripping the forearm with his left; a quick word and an act of will, and the arcane energy flows out into his hand. A ball of fire ignites with a low roar. Each few seconds that pass increase the size of the sphere...
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This would be one of those spells that takes multiple rounds to cast at full power; in game terms, a total of two full-round actions. So I'm breaking it off here to see if anyone reacts before he can finish the spell.
The full effect of the spell is basically a bigger, better version of Fireball.
The full effect of the spell is basically a bigger, better version of Fireball.
"Apart from Necromancy, darkness spells are one of my speciality. As well as Wands of Blashpemy..." Wilt says,happily skipping into the light.
Vicros's body seems to fade causing him to turn translucent. His eyes are now pitch black. He also floats a few feet into the air and starts scoping out the battlefield. He sees Victor but seems unconcerned.
This said, the lich lets free his concentration of the sphere; an act that sends it hurtling in the two fiends' direction. Viktor never learned much about fiends- he has always been far more interested in Positive and Negative Energy- so he hadn't any idea if the blast would do anything when he started casting. He could guess, though, seeing as the lower planes were often depicted as being a fiery place.
But what about the big guy? The frozen insect demon? Quite different from the usual depiction of a fiend. A trick? Maybe. We'll see, he thinks.
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What type of match was this?
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Frylord gave men a note; he is dropping out, so we may as well return to the arena. OR, we could just edit the previous two posts of ours and fight each other.
"This is bad."
"Yeah, Lord Ashon needs us! *HIC*"
"Yes, I know. Let's get out of here."
Evi'Zul mumbles a few eldritch phrases, and he and Varan seem to melt away.
(OOC: I don't have enough for the arena right now, so I'm leaving. Goodbye.)
Vicros steps out of the shadows in the lobby and scans the room.
"Rather empty."
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guys?
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Sorry bout my absence. It's any type that you like.
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INCREDIBLY sorry about that. Somehow the arena hasn't crossed my mind lately; well, here I am, if LivingShadow still wants a tussle.
Vicros floats through the wall across from Victor.
"Nice to see we can finally start."
With not so much as a movement on Vicros's part shadows fly up and surround him in an armor composed of shadow. He then floats into the air and flings a bolt of crackling electricity at Victor. The bolt seems to give off less light than a normal bolt would.
Viktor springs to the side, the bolt of energy close enough that he can hear it crackle. The lich lands on his left heel, spinning himself around and pulling his sword back up to shoulder level. Viktor couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was wrong with that lightning bolt...
But Viktor shakes the feeling. Magic match, eh? Good. Swordplay isn't my forte anyway.
Viktor sheaths his blade, taking a step backwards and mentally reviewing his spells. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, as though an idea has struck him. However, a spectral hand appears to his left, floating ominously not a foot away from his shoulder. The phantom hand crackles with a black energy. Viktor glances at the hand and jerks his head quickly in Vicros' direction.
The hand rears back in the air, as though building momentum, before streaking towards Vicros at great speed, ready to sock Vicros with a fistful of negative energy.
As the hand rushes at Vicros it seems to fade from existance its energy forming into a small mote of shadow which he catches and absorbs.
"Magic is very ineffective against me. I suggest you get creative."
He slashes his hand in front of him releasing a wave of shadow energy strait at Victor.
((11-31 has traded in his "speed-mode" for a direct connection to the elemental plane of fire. I found 11-31 boring before because he was restricted to smash something near-by or fireball something.))
A trick, perhaps? Viktor ponders during his acrobatics, referencing Vicros' comment on the ineffectualness of magic and completely ignoring the conversation with the golem. Better try another, just to be safe. He could be a good liar.
The lich mutters a short incantation, outstretched arm pointed straight at his adversary. With a pop and a crackle, a beam of strength-sucking energy shoots from the lich's bony finger.
"I warned you, magic doesn't work well against me."
((For your information he is dispelling it each time. He can dispell as an immediate action.))
Vicros makes a few arcane gestures and the shadows around Victor sprout blades which tear at him from all directions.
Viktor lays still, looking more like a corpse than ever. His clothes torn from the attack, dessicated flesh cut through in more than one place. No motion, face down in the dirt.
Suddenly, Viktor laughs. He laughs a dry, almost embarrassed laugh. Pulling himself erect, the lich moves one of his ripped sleeves back up to it's proper position, facing Vicros. The green sparks that now constitute for his eyes gleam.
"I guess you weren't lying!" Viktor calls, still chuckling. A devious grin spreads across his face. "I've figured out what your doing. Tricky. But now for part two."
The lich convulses suddenly, as though in pain, as a crackle of negative energy shoots through his body, forming gray-black currents that course through his form. The green in his eye sockets glow brighter. Viktor smirks.
As sudden as a twitch, the lich rockets towards Vicros with a speed not seen often in undead, or even the living for that matter. The next thing Vicros knows, Viktor is right in front of him, skeletal hand surrounding in crackling black and pale cold energy, itching to plunge into his adversary's chest.
OOC
Simple Touch attack. Dread Ncromancer's Charnel Touch, plus Lich's cold Touch, plus some extra cold damage. Not actually particularly powerful, but most certainly not a spell.
((For those who do not remember: Victor's last body was destroyed by being barbequed under 11-31's metal frame. 11-31 made fun of some of some of victor's strategical errors all battle. (he forgot about SR, forgot that I could stop his lighting-bolt slow effect with fireball, etc.) The battle was a 4-way that ended under mysterious cercumstances.))
OOC
Bwahahaha....... no, seriously, it wasn't me!:P
[b]The battle was a 4-way that ended under mysterious cercumstances.))
Bwahahaha....... no, seriously, it wasn't me!:P
"Good job, however don't think you've finished me."
Vicros punches at Victor's stomach his hand covered with shadow energy. When it connects the energy blasts through Victor's body like a blade draining his essence along with the physical damage it did.
((Also a touch attack the damage is untyped with some str damage in addition.))
Viktor glances up, right into Vicros' eyes; he smiles, a drop of something that might pass for blood dripping from the lich's lip.
"Silly mage," Viktor says. "Life-force is for the living."
True, it was mockery. But in his usual semi-polite style, Viktor is also trying to give Vicros a few hints. Vicros did tell him about the magic-annulment, after all.
The green of the lich's eyes glows bright again, and the crackling currents of dark energy shoot through his form. Suddenly, Viktor's whole body rocks backwards as a massive blast of negative power explodes out of his form.
Note to self: keep your distance; his attacks are hard to dodge at close range.
Vicros seems to fade away reappearing at the other side of the arena. His eyes pulse pitch black and shadows form all over the arena meld with his form replacing his worn out and broken cells with shadow energy.
"Thanks for that info, I'll have to remember it as we continue."
Viktor cracks his neck, one of those anime-esque "I'm just getting started" neck cracks. His eyes glow bright as energy crackles through his body once again. As before, as sudden as a twitch, Viktor speeds towards Vicros to deliver another attack.
All seems right for a few seconds then the uncomfort of malice and disrepair stirs in Gareth's Arena. A shaded figure with a pungeont smell of ash and brimstone enters through the doors. He silently walks over to the table, getting everyone's attention and stops to drop 10 charred gold coins on the table and signs the waiver.
"Gah! I question why Pazuzu prevents me from stealing souls directly when he wants me to win them in these "fair" fights! Its so irritable."
Ichiata scans the room briefly and smiles as the warriors step back. All who know Ichiata have a strong feeling he is up to no good.
((If you guys want to know whats going on with him ill explain. He knows Pazuzu wants him to directly steal souls but not weak ones. So Ichiata is tricking the stuck up gladiators that are mid level to challenge him, letting him absorb their souls and give them to Pazuzu. Though all who are intelligent enough to understand his logic can easily figure out he is manipulating unfortunate warriors.))
He then readies his hand still covered with shadow energy to intersept any possible attack.
"Ichiata, good to see you."
Viktor hops to his feet, pulling on of the icy blades from his chest and tossing it away. The pinpoints of light in the lich's eye sockets swivel around, staring into the open lobby window up above the enthusiastic crowd. Ichiata has returned. Viktor grins. That's three of us. Ichiata, 11-31, myself... All that's left is Skraal. So much to do.
The lich's attention turns back to the matter at hand. "That was a neat trick," Viktor says. "Perhaps I'll need to learn it some time."
The lich makes three quick, arcane hand gestures. With a sizzle and a crack, four wights burst into existence before him. Seemingly without orders, the lithe undead break out into two teams, rushing Vicros from opposite sides.
((It's essentially a moving disitigrate spell.))
"Maybe I'll teach that spell to you sometime."
"11-31... I see you have obtained a more... Red armor. I guess a fight wouldnt hurt me. Maybe you but oh wait your a golem."
Ichiata clutches his sword firmly as a black shadowy light with several small sky blue orbs are transferred from his hand to his sword. He releases his hand and the lights fade away slowly.
"Very well. Lets go to the arena."
Ichiata heads to the arena, bluntly shoving and pushing through people or creatures in his way though most hastily move out of his way.
With a though, Viktor commands the wights lead the orb away from him, or just to dodge it until the spell fizzled out. The lich himself, on the other hand, went over his options again, trying to hatch a new plan.
OOC
Oh, I looked up some stuff on the lich, just to remind myself; turns out that the lich's touch attack and the DN's touch attack are the same thing!
He then turns his attention to Victor and mentally prepares his next move.
Still, things were getting interesting. But he can't expend all his own power; no, Viktor has one big surprise, but he is saving it for the confrontation with his old opponents... especially that golem, 11-31.
For now, though, it seemed Viktor has no choice but to call upon an old "friend." Viktor's hands move at an incredible speed, at a rate of about 10 arcane gestures a second. At the same time, Vicros can hear the faint mutterings of a long incantation. The crowd is anxious; they've seen spellcasters fight, and an incantation like this is usually something to look forward to.
From within his coat, Viktor produces two pieces of stone, which he smashes together in front of him with a thunderous roar and a burst of crimson light. Something seems to go wrong, the blast sends Viktor flying backwards, landing on his back and skidding through the dust. The crowd gasps. Then, there is silence.
...You have called me again, Dalthan.
Yes.
I'm so disappointed. I thought you were a good boy, but here you are, summoning demons again.
And, as before, with my own body as your catalyst. I think it would be tough to try and corrupt anyone when you're bound to a corpse.
Heh. Well, I suppose I should get cracking, eh Master?
Viktor's body convulses as though he is having a seizure. Suddenly, the lich is pulled upward, off of the ground, as though he is a life-sized marionette. Slowly, Viktor's feet again touch the dusty floor of the arena. His head is bowed, as though ashamed- or asleep.
Only a moment passes before the change begins. Viktor's dessicated skin starts to warp, a purple-black ooze wrapping around his limbs and chest. A sudden wave of the "ooze" pulses onto Viktor's head like a claw grabbing his scalp; the substance breaks out into black horns, spreading down the lich's back. The strange ooze hardens, now looking a like a second flesh existing side by side with Viktor's dessicated skin.
Slowly, the lich raises his head. The pinpoints of light in his eye sockets glow a frightening, iridescent red. The lich speaks, but now a second voice accompanies his own. It is a much deeper, almost otherwordly voice.
"Sorry, Vicros. But now's the endgame!"
Vicros turns solid and lands on the ground. As soon as he lands he intones a large arcane sentence along with some complex gestures. When he finishes worms pour out of the ground and surround his body, coalessing into a somewhat humanoid form with eight arms, four with claws and four with pincers. It changes form for approximately half a second into the worst nightmare of everyone viewing it. When it resumes its normal form it notices the new Victor and charges like a berserker.
"Your turn golem!!"
The bat ignores some of the fire damage though it is clear it burned through it's skin. The punch also sends the bat darting straight into the ground. The bat leaves behind a small crater and small fires everywhere. The bat jumps out of the ditch and briefly looks at Ichiata who looks back at the bat. The bat nods and flies into the storm dissappearing in an instant.
Ichiata then draws his sword which glows a dull crimson-black and points it at 11-31. He mumbles a few words in abyssal and 7 large openings linking to the Abyss spawn. Out of those rifts come 7 Vrocks. They all swarm 11-31, biting and slashing and rending at him.
As the Vrocks keep 11-31 busy Ichiata sheaths his sword and then raises his hands. He shouts various Abyssal quotes from powerful fiends and Pazuzu. Ichiata screams in pain as dozens of blue spheres fly out of his body and acsends into the storm. Then the dormant storm begins to rain blood and cackles with black lightning bolts. Ichiata then tries to get some distance from 11-31 incase the Vrocks die to quick.
((This storm is a new power granted to Ichiata and it basicly lets low level flying demons spawn and aid Ichiata. So its nothing to big but it doesnt go away until Ichiata is knocked out.))
Ichiata reappears next to 11-31 and attempts to swing his hand into 11-31. After that attack he throws two bolts of dark orange hellfire at 11-31's face (New hellfire appearance since he converted to the Abyss). Then he draws his sword which glows a crimson-black and swings it into 11-31's shoulder. He then jumps back several feet, hoping 11-31 reacts after Ichiata is in safety.
Ichiata takes advantage of the situation and attempts to impale his sword into 11-31's right shoulderblade, barbaricly slicing through fellow demons in the way of his target. Next he jumps back and flys up a small distance instead of landing. To finish his move he shoots several small darts of hellfire in 11-31's general direction with a rapid speed.
11-31 parrys the sword easily. "More demons! These gnats are starting to get irritating. I want to fight you!" 11-31 summons a group of fire elementals to fight the demons and chases after Ichiata. He holds his immense blade of fire like a rapier and takes a dueling stance. "A duel of magical blades. What a great sport!" He lunges gracefully at Ichiata.
Ichiata waits for 11-31 to get close enough for Ichiata to prarry his attack without 11-31 having enough to time to respond and attempts to slice into 11-31's side (and throw a condenced ball of hellfire into the cut if the blade connects.) and then putting his sword infront of his upper torso and face for the nasty attacks 11-31 might dish out.
Ichiata knows he will lose or die if he stays near 11-31 and his fiery blade. He explodes into fire and smoke, leaving a lightly charred Redcap skeleton to take the attacks. Ichiata reappears near the storm, beckoning various lesser flying demons to act as meatshields.
You get into some weird situations, Dalthan.
Says the fiend that is currently half-possessing a corpse.
Fiend-Viktor rolls to the left as Worm-Vicros charges past. The abomination leaps to his feet, spinning on his heel so that Worm-Vicros is back in his sight. The fiendlich reaches back to pull his sword from his sheath; Apparently, the fiendish flesh created by the spell had spread along his weapon sheath as well. With a sickening CRACK like the breaking of bone, the sword comes loose.
All right, let's do this.
And with that, the fiendlich charges.
"Do you remember these!? It was what finished you off in a past battle!
Victor can tell by the way it's acting that it isn't Vicros.
11-31 flicks his wrist and the bolts explode in the air. "You think that such a simple spell can stop the plane of fire!" 11-31's flaming hand melts through the force wall like it was ice. "Now let planes mix and bring heat and light to the world!" Flames slowly start to creep out of the tear, turning the surrounding area into a shadow of the plane from which it comes. Out of the flames, fire elementals creep out. They are uncontrolled and angry. The kobolds in the lobby raise barriers to contain the firey beasts. "I may not be able to control the elementals, but I also don't burn." ((The Elementals will furriously attack anyone close. They will tend to avoid those who don't burn as much, but will test anyone they see.))
Ichiata briefly glances at the fire elementals. He nods in dissapointment as commands his demon minions to take care of the elementals. When all the elementals threatening Ichiata are occupied with the demons he darts towards 11-31. When in 11-31's reach he points his sword infront of himself, making injuring 11-31 severely if he tries to grapple Ichiata.
"You may be powerful, Ichiata, but the flames will take their toll. Have you not noticed my lack of damage? A permanent link to the elemental plane of fire burns ones insides. Every power used is a flare of heat that would boil a fleshy humanoid. I will last until the very furnace of my plane are extinguished!" The flames engulfing 11-31 flare brighter and he floats a few feet into the air. In a flash he is beside Ichiata, swinging his flaming sword.
Ichiata takes the sword in the side and is pommeled into the ground from the attack. When he hits the ground blood sprays onto 11-31 and the floor around Ichiata. There are also large burns in his side and crushed bone fragments everywhere.
"Ahh!! The pain!! I will kill you for this iron abomination!!"
Though Ichiata doesnt teliport. Terror fills his eyes as Ichiata slowly passes out (or away). The demons all scream in fear as they failed their duty to protect Ichiata. Ichiata, the demons, and the storm all dissappear in about 30 seconds after Ichiata passed out.
11-31 is the winner!!
Viktor parries a couple of the attacks before getting smacked across the face by another; two more strikes hit his stomach, pounding him a few inches into the air. The fiendlich stumbles backwards, dazed by the blows. He can't feel the pain, but his brain is rattling around.
But after just a second, Viktor rights himself. The fiend lich brings the sword low, swinging it upwards along the beast's torso with profane energy circling the sword like schools of fish.
((The creature is from the epic level handbook and is called a dream larvae. While it is summoned Vicros has absolutely no control over it.))
)Drat, I liked that sword.
Poor Viktor Dalthan lost his sword. Ptth.
You know, you could help remedy this situation.
Yes, yes. Don't knot your knickers, Dalthan.
The fiendish flesh under Viktor's coat hardens and expands upwards, causing two cylindrical, bony protrusions to emerge from from the lich's back.
You're paying for that coat, you know... wait, what are these things.
Come now, Dalthan. You didn't develop that unique ritual for nothing. You know what I can do.
I didn't know WHAT you were exactly, though, what with all the shapeshifting. But I think I have an idea.
Fiend-Viktor grips onto the bones. With a twist and a sickening CRACK! they come free. In the fiendlich's hands are two organic-looking blades, curved and deadly. He enters a defensive position.
"Now, come!"
((Not acctually an engulf attack, more of a plane shift.))
Have you now?
Indeed. It is called a dream larva.
And that is...?
Misbegotten son of a deity of dreams.
The bastard child of a god?
Yes.
...We're going to lose, aren't we?
Quite badly.
The beast's massive form crashes into fiend-Viktor, knocking him down and sending his knew blades flying. The worms flow over the fiendlich's chest and arms, trying to pull him into the larger form.
3... 2... 1... Dispel!
With a flash of crimson light and the pungent stench of sulfur, Viktor releases the demon from his form- straight into the beast. The sudden emergence of the creature (unseen by the audience) allows Viktor just enough room to tumble out of its reach once more.
Although a bit angry at himself for that last move (even though it was a demon), Viktor wastes no time before launching off another round of arcane hand gestures; the air crackles around the larva before its form is blasted by a great column of negative energy.
Show
In case you're really interested, the demon is a powerful Kython and the spell is Harm. I suddenly don't think Viktor's going to win this fight.
The demon is pulled into a realm of utter nightmares. Every possible nightmare exists their at the same time, you can guess the effect.
The dream larva looks at the incoming blast and smiles the best that a beast of its anatomy can and acctually moves into the blast. Then the worms disappear leaving Vicros where the creature just stood. Vicros is obviously hurt and just sees the spell coming.
"Darn."'
He takes the blast and is barely standing.
)But for now, the lich merely stands motionless. He slouches slightly, his arms hanging limply at his sides. The pinpoints of light in his eye sockets glow as bright as ever though, just watching to see of the fight is over yet.
Strangely, this isn't even as far as he could go. Viktor smiles inwardly. Oh, 11-31... you'll see what can be done.
"One of us has to get knocked out for this to end. It seems to be an even chance. If you want we could call it a draw."
Vicros readies himself in case Victor chooses otherwise.
)The usual is going on in Gareth's arena: cons tricking not so intelligent fighters into buying worthless junk, warriors arm wrestling one another, and loud conversations are all going on when a slight distortion of reality occurs. The unnatural and desecrating presence of Ichiata enters through the front doors. He silently moves through the crowd, scowling at all who give a slight glance at him. Accompanied with him is a Balor who is defending Ichiata from any types of good divine beings in the area who might try to assault Ichiata.
Ichiata reaches for his coin case which is made out of smoked angel skin and pulls out 10 charred gold pieces which he drops onto the counter. Then Ichiata looks at the Balor who returns back to the Abyss.
"This pouch? Hah. I dont really care what i wear just as long as it mocks all the good lifes i have taken. But I dont need the cloak. No my obsidian cloak works fine."
Ichiata then turns away from the kobold and notices a certain opponent he has faced before. He starts to grind his fangs upon his gums which poor smoldering orange blood. He notices 11-31 contently watching the nearby battle of a sorceror and a wizard.
Don't you dare loose it Ichiata... If you do I will give you to that group of noble Balors and Molydeus who were itching for a slave.
Ichiata jolts back into reality, panicking over what his overlord has just said to him.
((This died again? One more bump before I let it die.))
((It will be revived, just wait awile. Some of us get busy occasionally or lose interest for a while, but the arena will live on.))
Ichiata is casually sickening and frightening all of the people nearby him with morbid magic tricks and abyssal chants. Ichiata is also gaining the wanted attention of paladins and clerics of good deitys for him to let out his anger on.
"Foul demon! Do not taunt these harmless *glances from the gladiators* but goodhearted *glances from the evil gladiators* warriors! What have they done to you!? Nothing! So you best keep your evil cultures out of this realm!"
Ichiata turns around with a neck-cracking sound, which makes a few warriors nearby somewhat nauseous. Once he faces the cleric he bites his gums and spits his blood in his face. He winces and yelps in pain.
"Ha! Your a fool! You dont know my powers? Hmm? No you dont! Now if you want to end up as another vestment for my lord i suggest you leave me be and pray somewhere away from me!"
The cleric, stunned and pale, stares into space. Ichiata laughs and shoves him to the ground. Then he to, is pushed onto the ground. Everyone laughs at him as he growls and jumps up to the ground and looks at everyone menacingly.
"Who did that?! If the person isnt a coward and tells me what they did i wont kill them. Otherwise you all will die!"
"Oh? Well I dont want these common folk to die, brother. Or should I say traitor? I think traitor is more appropriate. Enku has sent me here to win some cash and spread the word of Mephistopheles but finding you here, tormenting these gladiators is very much like your new self. I think I will put my current dutys aside to harrass and humiliate you. Heck. Maybe even fight you."
((I really only feel like RPing at the moment instead of fighting, but Kurthix would most likely accept a challenge. And if you have forgoten, remember that any out-of -arena fighting will most likely be rewarded by a crossbow bolt in the eye (the best equipted and trained kobold marksmen on the plane, with an assortment of bolts that can harm any threat.)))
Dusque looks at Kurthix. Though its not hostile but more of a friendly glance. Ichiata is outraged by the insult and is about to let out his anger before Dusque looks at him. Ichiata growls but steps back a few feet and lets Dusque speak.
"I have not been told that yet. But Ichiata doesnt get all the powers he abandoned and i dont think he has gotten any new ones. Demons are very selfish arent I right, Ichiata?"
Ichiata stares at Dusque in a "Im going to kill you" manner. Dusque smiles and lifts 10 gold pieces out of Ichiata's pouch and places it on the table.
"That wench? I could care less about her and her 'love intersts'. I would much rather dedicate my time in destroying Dusque, Skraal and you any day. And as for you Dusque..."
Ichiata conjures a burnt charm (It looks like a beaten ragdoll with sticthes keeping an unkown substance inside it) and points it at Dusque. Dusque freezes with fear as red sparks move across her body. Dusque then regains focus and drifts over to Ichiata right side. Ichiata then squeezes the charm and ignites it, leaving orange cinders on the ground in moments.
((Dusque didn't die, right. You didn't specify.))
Ichiata looks at Dusque who blankly stares at Kurthix. Ichiata smiles and conjures the ragdoll again. This time it has the face and hair of Dusque. Dusque's eyes turn white for less than a second and return to normal.
"Well... I think our village may need some materials for Mephistopheles's summoning ritual. I could pay quite a bit of money for a few items I am not capable of getting as I can not able to carry things. I need red dye of a strange origin not blood, a pelt of an angel, preferably of a higher ranking, 12 black candles, 12 bodies with their souls still inside them, 12 symbols of an infernal arch-fiend and the mind of a sentient yet powerful being trapped in an orb of black crystal. Is it possible for you to retrieve these items?"
Tezix: "Right this way maddam. We do have some ghost-touch gloves to help you manipulate material objects. We also have porters and, if you want to spend a little more, we can sell you mindless constructs, mindless undead, or slaves to help you with your purchases. We also have items to help you agaist tuning and rebuking."
Ichiata snickers with amusement (maybe a little more than normal) as he uses the odd trinket to guide Dusque around like a puppet though he makes her follow the kobolds to prevent susipicion.
You are wanted Ichiata. Pazuzu requires your aid.
Ichiata groans for he can no longer toy around with his sister's will. He slowly pulls out a dirty scroll with one hand while trying to enjoy his oppurtunity to humiliate Dusque even further. The scroll contains two spells, invisibility and telikenesis. He uses both spells on the doll which makes it invisible and follows the kobolds. Therefore Dusque will continue to follow the kobolds with minimum suspicion. Ichiata then exits the Material realm with his teliportation ability. He explodes into fire and sulfur leaving the casual stench of brimstone and sulfur all around the area.
After all this occurs Iputhur stumbles into the arena with a large bottle of rum in his hand. While he is acting drunk and hoping his acting will keep gladiators thinking he is just a drunken fool waiting to get beaten by a gladiator he can easily drain blood from when they eneter a duel he realizes his mask isnt on. He has now gotten unwanted attention from paladins and clerics and now its likely nobody will want to duel him as they now know he will easily outmatch him. He throws the bottle onto the floor which shatters into several pieces and watches the duel with Viktor and Vicros.
"Well now that your brother is gone we can get rid of that annoying doll." He swipes his hand and the doll falls to the ground, ending its hold on Dusque . ((Is there anything about the Grey Guild that makes you think that they aren't fully aware of everything happening in the arena?)) "Now lets find you a few anti-rebuking items."
When the doll is struck down Dusque jolts back. She hesitates for a few moments and then continues to follow the kobolds.
Well? Are they going to get the components?
Yes, Enku. They will deliver it to Baator. You know how to get to Ichiata right?
Yes I do know how to get to him. I'm going to take care of him.
"Oh umm.... Could you deliver the components to Mephitopheles's throne? We have someone who will pick up thei components for you. His name is Enku and he is a tiefling."
With that, a dozen bolts hit the doll on the floor, the shooters are no where to be seen.
"Whats their strike range? Well, our snipers aim their shots with maps. The do cost a bit, though because holy demon-bane, cold-iron bolts and magic crossbows aren't cheap. But then, why would you need the best assassins in the business anyway. Its not like you have any demon that you want to kill or seriously maim. Oh well, back to buisiness."
"Right umm... We would like paladin gnomes more than clerics, a Solar Angel would be great and the candles are fine at a low quality. But that dye might need to be made from a Pit Fiend's scales grinded up then mixed with water if thats possibe?"
Kurthix: "I can see that you are uneasy, but we never deal with powerful, extraplanar entities, or any beings for that matter, without a few precautions. It goes without saying that the transfer, although in your Baator, will not be without such precautions. I hope this doesn't distress you too much." He gives a slightly evil smile to Dusque.
Well Dusque, where are the components? You said they would get here soon but its been weeks!
Calm down. Enku will give you your components as soon as we get Mephistopheles returned as you promise.
Hehe right then. I have Mephistopheles's life in this locket though you guys will have to find out how to get it open...
Fine. Though this better not be a trick.
Of course not. You know I would keep a promise for something this big.
Dusque continues to follow Kurthix while never responding to Kurthix's answers immediatly. She always stops for a few moments before catching up with Kurthix.
. And yes, the big M's soul is in skraal's head, try getting him out of there:D))The rattle of runed chainmail, a figure in the shadow where there was none before, and then, nothing but a sigh, as the figure turns to leave.
"Bringing him back, you say? Now Dusque, I could easily see you doing that. But to see you, here, Kurthix, to see you helping a task like that along, was not what I expected to see. And to think...to think I almost trusted you."
The rattling of chainmail can be heard for a short time, and then, the Kobold is nowhere to be seen.
((I have to go now, and check your PMs, cog))
When Dusque hears Skraal say Mephistopheles is still in his mind she freezes. Her anger becomes visible when she starts to pant and hyperventilate.
How dare you Ichiata! Your a liar! Skraal still has him in his mind! He told me!
Whats new? Your a bit to gullable aren't you Dusque? Heh beleiving me is like thinking Skraal doesnt hate me. Right Skraal? Knowing you you would be evesdropping on us right now. You know Skraal im really looking forward to a campaign in destroying defensless kobolds in their homes. I heard there was a clan nearby. Not the Grey Guild but one that seemed to treat open their homes to everyone who didnt have to do with evil and the unnatural. I heard they have helped wounded beings who fought against demons and devils.
Dozens of (holy, demon-bane, cold iron) bolts seem to come out of the walls and head straight for the head of Ichiata, with inconceivable accuracy.
"I think that will attract some costomers. Dusque, I would think that you would be the first to want vengence, as your brother has traded sides, lied to you about the revival of your master, and took control of you for his own amusment."
((Can't stay on for now.))
Dusque finally gets a hold of herself and responds to Kurthix in a hostile tone.
"Yes. Yes i would like some vengeance though I dont have the first idea of how to get there."
"Well you incorporeal hag, I am here if you want to try to dish out some anger on me. Good luck though."
Ichiata, accompanied by 2 balors and 12 vrocks enter the arena. They all carry the smell of burnt flesh... Kobold flesh is more like it.
"So Skraal. I did that campaign I wanted to do. Killing the kobolds and whatnot. We did it so quickly thanks to timestop. Im sure you arent to happy with us are you, Skraal?"
A flash of light errupts from the main arena and in its place, a creature that looks all to much like the Tarresque appears. It is jet black with streaks of blood red runing down its side and back. The spikes that normally come from its back are pushed to the side of its carapace. On top is an giant mithral howda swarming with kobolds. It give a great roar and blows a fire into the sky.
"This is one of our Tarresque clones. It is not a complete copy, our best sorcerers and wyrmgrafters saw it neccessary to decrease the inteligence and its insatible hunger so that it was easier to train. It also has a few modifications to add some suprises. You should know better than to underestimate our power Ichiata!"
Ichiata, Pazuzu has some questions and a new helper for you.
Ichiata, and all the demons are plane shifted to Pazuzu's throneroom instantly by an unknown force. Dusque sighs with relief at the absence of her brother. She then speaks to Kurthix and Skraal via telepathy.
"I dont think Ichiata knows how to communicate with telepathy as he is not a full Tanar'ri (he doesnt). Anyways I am going to ask Enku and the Council if the Grey Guild and our city should make a temporary alliance. Do you guys think that might work?"
((I feel like a fight or assassination against Kurthix instead of RPing while we wait for Cog for the moment. It might make things more interesting though I want Kurthix to win. Care for the fight?))
"Well Kurthix, I found you. But where am I?"
Kurthix can hear snickering in his head though it isnt clear from where its coming from. Though in the far left corner of his eye there is an old man. He looks at Kurthix in a desperate and depressing sort of way. But the man yells and a demon is exhaled from his mouth. The demon soon becomes corporeal and jumps onto the old man who is incinerated as the demon crushes him.
Sagaije
The demon 6 is feet tall with obvious fiendish features. He has large elf ears with sandy brass earrings cut into them. His skin is a dark tan with orange yellow eyes that have a black catlike pupil. On the top of his arms, chest and feet are black tattoos in the shape of a Y. On his lower arms there are brass armbands with spikes going across them and tattered cloth under the armbands. These armbands are also on his large batwings. He wields a large bastard sword that gives off a dim reddish-yellow light and also shimmers when he swings it. For pants he has dirty and gritty cloth bandages and a large cape like sash that is constantly whipping around him. Also a torrent of sand cloaks him and scrapes and destroys nearby objects.
The demon 6 is feet tall with obvious fiendish features. He has large elf ears with sandy brass earrings cut into them. His skin is a dark tan with orange yellow eyes that have a black catlike pupil. On the top of his arms, chest and feet are black tattoos in the shape of a Y. On his lower arms there are brass armbands with spikes going across them and tattered cloth under the armbands. These armbands are also on his large batwings. He wields a large bastard sword that gives off a dim reddish-yellow light and also shimmers when he swings it. For pants he has dirty and gritty cloth bandages and a large cape like sash that is constantly whipping around him. Also a torrent of sand cloaks him and scrapes and destroys nearby objects.
A half-dozen holy, demon-bane, cold iron bolts fly directly at Sagaije's head.
"...is because I wanted to let the snipers line up their shots." He disapears and reapears behind the demon in order to let loose a powerful acid breath attack.
He then casts Detect magic on the mages and then Greater dispel magic on the mages with a greater threat. Then he simply waits until Kurthix realizes he should get his hands off of Sagaijes arm.
edit: fixed a mess-up and a typo that didnt make sense
((I don't think your demon can keep this up for long. Most spells (or anything that can be dispelled) will be dispelled by several kobolds. Kurthix can heal himself easily. Please notice that the assalt is not fatal, just enough to keep a demon down until the proper precautions are taken. How much would Baator give for a living demon to torture.))
Segaije takes his sword and strangely cleaves his head off. He is destroyed again with no signs of his death. After a few minutes of waiting the kobolds start to get back to their duties. One young female kobold who was scared half to death sighs with relief. Though soon she screams in pain as a crackling and violent fire bursts out of her eyes, nose, mouth and ears.
In disgust the kobolds ready their weapons for the expected attacker. The kobold soon combusts and out jumps Segaije who darts towards a shocked kobold. He pile drives through the kobold then quickly draws his sword and slices into two nearby kobolds. The kobold soldiers race towards him but are grinded by the lashing sands cloaking him. Then he vanishes (greater invisibility).
All the sorcerers, including Kurthix, uses their most powerful plane-shifting spells to try to send Sagaije to Baator. Their spells are relentless, knowing that the demon can't resist forever.
((What is eviler than sending a demon to Baator?:evillaugh))
"We dont need to keep him from leaving we need to keep him from getting here. Kurthix, lay down some spell that will keep him from getting to the arena."
((Got to go for now. When Skraal comes in Sagaije is in for some unexpected resistance.))
"Umm well... If we could contain it I would be fine with that. Though he will need to be watched constantly if thats possible. NBut I still think its better if we get a marilith or balor."
((Oh NN1 if you want I could give you its stat block so the Grey Guild would be better at understanding it. I made it when I got bored and thought it might have a use later on.))
Whispers in the language of Infernal can be heard from three figures in obsidian robes which shimmers a bright light at every footstep. They all have large falcon wings that give off a crimson streak and also shimmer brightly. One of them is shorter than the other two and he has a red tail but he seems to be the one speaking the most. They pause and take a brief look at the several kobold bodies and stop talking.
Enku, I see Dusque speaking to what I believe is Skraal.
Is that Skraal? Hmm he must have been charred or something...
Ichiata can hear us right now... He was an Arch-Wing."
"We are not talking about anything that will interest him."
"Dusque, why are you still here? You told us a demon attacked. And are you Kurthix? We were also told there was a temporary alliance to be formed and that it involved a "Grey Guild". You said you would be leaving and heading back to our village to tend the shrines."
Enku begins to grow impatient (Infernal heritage. Devils are rather impatient) and his voice gets louder and more violent. Dusque sinks into the shadows and waits for her delivery to come.
"Well are you Kurthix or Skraal? I havent seen Skraal in years and never met Kurthix."
"To become allies, even temporary allies you will need to write your name with your blood on this parchment and swear you will not harm any Arch-Wings with the exception of Ichiata and any other traitors for that matter and anyone who has been excepted into their communities."
((after Kurthix shouting at him))
"Ofcourse, a merchant guild at heart, how could I forget? Renounced my clan though? Well, that's rich, Kurthix, coming from the only other soul I know that's seen what happened. Still, all but one that I have ever trusted turned around and stabbed me in the back, what right do I have to expect any more of you?"
((in reference to Ichiata's campaign))
"but ofcourse, trust a kobold not to know of a tribe... do you think I'm a fool, Ichiata? Did you find me clutching a bottle and rolling in the gutters? No? Than don't push me any further."
"
Enku smiles and ignites the contract and knife. The other two Arch-Wings combust leaving behind two slightly charred orc skeletons. Enku looks at Dusque responds by drifting out of reality into the Ethereal realm. Enku then combusts and leaves a black skeleton of a human on the ground.
Skraal hears a sharp and loud screech and then Ichiata's voice is followed after the strange noise.
I think no less of you a fool than I did when you swore to kill me years ago, fool. If your so motivated to kill me why dont you and Kurthix come and try? I'm sure you and Kurthix along with my heretical tribe will soon be fodder for Baphomet's bulezeaus.
Turning to Kurthix, his former friend, Skraal sighs, turns away, and begins to leave the arena, leaving words ringing out in the Kobold's head. "Goodbye, my old friend."
And he is gone.
((Given the way things are going I'll bring in Kur'sha as he fits the current theme more. However I wouldn't mind bringing in Lily (my humor char) she doesn't seem to fit at the current time.))
A heavily armored and mutated human walks into the arena. Both of his arms are much stronger looking than normal and boast large claws that take the place of his hands. He walks over to the sign in and dips his claw in the ink and proceedes to draw his name on the waiver. He then reaches into his pack and places a gem on the counter as payment. Then he walks to the wall and leans up against it surveying the compitition.
"Sir... Are you Skraal? Our village was attacked by a horrid man with black and crimson wings and a threw bolts of yellow-red, burning all the kobolds he could find with them. When he burned a good 2/3 of our village he searched for survivors... My daughter and I were the only ones along with a few other kobolds who got out alive... The ones he found still alive... He turned his hand black and stole the life from them... I heard a Kurthix was here to. I beg of both of you to slay this man wherever he may be and bring back our fallen brethren. This note was dropped by him. We took it and thought you might be able to decipipher it."
The man hands the letter to Skraal and walks off. The note sais in blood:
Dear Skraal,
I have slayed the peaceful tribe of Sladrac. It was rather fun and thought you might want to have a new reason to kill me. Well I gave you my blunt message now come get me!
Hatefully, Ichiata
Skraal is silent throughout the kobold's speech, and when he is gone, Skraal crushes the letter in his grip, even as it catches fire. he strides over to Kurthix, sighing.
"Goodbye, Kurthix, I don't reckon you'll be seeing me again."
Roaring flames, screaming, wooping hordes of demons everywhere. A dark, starless, moonless night. Charred, blasted earth without a tree in sight. Somewhere in this terrible place, all too close, is the solitary figure of an Arch-wing, wreathed in flames.
Skraal weaselheart has come where no man should. he has come to the abyss.
Striding over to Ichiata, he begins to speak.
"For years, Ichiata, I defended you. I was the only one who was not your enemy. Even your own kin hated you, but to every deed you did, I turned a blind eye. I blamed your old master, Mephistopheles, for your deeds, convinced myself that you had no choice, that you were just another good soul, enslaved by that devil. I Thought that, when he was finally destroyed, you would be free, free to return to your life. Yet before the day was out, you sold your soul, if you ever had one, to the demons, attacking me, Kurthix, and all that I knew... and I trusted you, Ichiata, until that moment..."
his eyes filling with tears, Skraal weaselheart draws his sword, ready to deflect the blow that will surely come.
"What a fool I've been..."
)Ichiata smiles. Not a cruel heartless smile but a smile of amusement. He then starts snickering while pulling out a thunderstone. He darts into the air and throws it to the ground and a loud BANG echoes through the Abyss. Then a shout from every demon is heard which sounds like a "Hiyuh!". Several vrocks and chasmes creep out from the corridors along with several strange demons with a pitch-black human body, green eyes, large falcon wings with orange gems rammed into them and crows feet.
"Haha! Your instincts didnt alert you otherwise? That kobold was just a lure to bring you to my domain so I can slay you! If your wanting to know who that was..."
The old kobold with the letter appears. Though he has the leathery wings resembling Sagaije. Every foot he acsends the more the kobold looks like him. The kobold finally stops and Sagaije rips out from his back, leaving a large hole of tan-yellow fire and gore on his back. Sagaije then draws his sword and grimly smiles.
"Sagaije..... Attack!!!!"
((The shout was Dimensional Anchor.))
Drawing his sword, Skraal deflects the demon's first swing and kicks him down to the ground. he then spins his sword in an arc before finally thrusting the mindblade into the earth.
And the very plane trembles.
high above the battle, clouds gather over a blood red sky, crackling with thunder. Soon, they unleash their full fury, as the sheets of flame, hailstones, lightning and a veritable flood of acid cascade from the skies, tearing through the clouds on their terrible march to the ground.
Lightning, acid, flame and ice strike all in the battle, even Skraal. But of all there, he alone seems not to care, though the terrible storm obviously wounds him. Pulling the blade out and holding it in both hands, he faces Ichiata, slowly walking toward his enemy.
And there, under the burning sky, Skraal weaselheart makes what must become his last stand.
A voice in Skraals mind says "I don't have full control of the Grey Guild and there is little else that will motivate them to bring out three tarresques than a money making oportunity. I intend to make this a fair fight even if Ichiata sends all of the abyss at you. And I have a few things for the devils if you want to attack them after Ichiata." Kurthix and the Tarresques retreat to a safe distance, the spikeless tarresque dragging the sleeping tarresque, and look at the battle.
Ichiata frowns and beckons Sagaije to accompany him who reappears in a defensive stance. Next he summons 30 dretches and 40 manes to crowd around him. They all rush toward Ichiata and stand right next to him. Ichiata then coats his entire body in the life-draining energy he uses to reap souls for his powers. In a second all the manes and dretches fall with a cold, lifeless thud.
Sagaije darts into the storm and attempts to dispel it for the time being while a hidden balor uses telekenesis to toss the bodys at Skraal, as a distraction of course. Ichiata then jumps into the air and throws 3 bolts of hellfire at Skraal and then dissappears.
"I am not as conerned about my death as much as I am about yours!"
Sagaije attempts to snatch Kurthix. Sagaije, if he grabs Kurthix pummels into his chest while letting his cloak of sand keep Kurthix from maintaining focus. Sagaije then lets loose a bird-like howl and a flock of vrocks return the call. Sagaije drops Kurthix while casting Greater dispel magic on him to prevent (or attempt) him from using magic to get out of the situation. A couple dozen vrocks then swoop down to swarm Kurthix. Sagaije smiles and continues to dispel the storm.
Ichiata chants a few words in Abyssal and the storm diminishes. Ichiata darts into the sky, shooting down as many "fangirls" as he can while trying not to hit the vrocks. He succeeds dropping one or two vrocks and several kobolds, all suffering the same fat of combustion. The vrocks all follow Ichiata, hoping he will spare extra protection though they almost crashed into him. He then attempts to ram into Kurthix trying to keep him from keeping his balance and then attempts to impale his sword into Kurthix's chest.
Skraal merely stares at Kurthix through the onslaught.
" What is there left for me to live for, Kurthix, in this life or any other?"
Skraal charges at his enemy, sword held high, glaring at him with eyes filled with tears and a cold, determined fury. Thrusting the sword into him, he rolls around Ichiata, smashing his own hand into the ground, causing it to erupt into white flame. The fire blazes briefly, before condensing around his hand and arm into a lance of purest crystal.
Grasping Ichiata by the neck, heedless of the blows that rain down on him, he thrusts the lance-arm at the fiend's head with all the might left in his shattered body.
Ichiata squirms around but cant manage to break free from Skraal's grasp. Sagaije jumps up and sighs. He turns around and homes towards Skraal, killing as many kobolds and demons in the way and attempts to crash into Skraal with tremendous force. Though signs of damage from the blow are unclear on Skraal, Ichiata is free and Sagaije is injured critically. His arm is badly bruised and his chest has a large cut with white fire all around it.
Sagaije gets up and moves behind Skraal. He then summons his bastard sword swings it several times at Skraal with red-tan flames erupting from the blade. Ichiata then follows his attacks with a jab to Skraal's face and a kick to the chest then finishes his strikes with his scimitar falling on Skraal's forehead.
Sagaije bounces off the force shield and is hit with massive recoil. He falls to the ground, shaking violently from the knockback. Sagaije then casts Greater dispel magic on the wall and continues his assault on Skraal.
((Oh Cog, ignore Sagaije's charge towards Skraa but not the actual fightingl. Kurthix blocked the charge with a force wall.))
((Even though the Grey Guild in general are in this fight for the money, Kurthix actually likes Skraal and wants to help. He'd love for Skraal to join the Guild.))
Vicros's voice comes from Kurthix's shadow.
"Don't worry about the spectators I'll assist your defences in preventing Ichiata's forces from getting to them."
I am no longer on Pazuzus side. No, he is a long forgotten subject on this realm. There was a coo several months ago led by me. I planned his demise by loyaly staying by him. He thought if I was that loyal to Mephistopheles I would be just as loyal to him. He was wrong and now his "inheritence" is mine. I own Pazuzu's realm and title.
(telepathy)"Sagaije, attack Kurthix. If he suggests I fight alone I will but that meens you will need a use..."
Sagaije jumps off Skraal and smiles evily at Kurthix. Sagaije is then consumed by his sandy cloak and reappears behind the force barrier.
"All of you. I will be fighting Kurthix. Ichiata told me to back off of Skraal to amuse the audience so they can find awe in their soon ended lifes. Now Kurthix, lets see if you are what you called my lord"
))((When is Ichiata going demon lord? This could be their last battle and it would be awsome. Even if Ichiata wins, Dusque would attack when her brother was weakened (hurt from battle). I was wondering if a hoard of something could attack, because Tarresque2 (the sleeping one) is hard to control so it is only usable agaist enemies you can't miss (like a vast army).))
Sagaije takes all the attacks and is destroyed in a few moments. His remains are sizzling, half frozen bits of black bone which soon sinks into the red ground. Sagaije reappears behind a sorcerous and spits a chalky red crystalline substance on her which hits her and ignites her in an instant. She flails around with her body ablaze and quickly melting away.
Then Sagaije dissappears and a bloody red triangle with tan-red flames erupting all over it slices through the sorcerous. The triangle (Sagaije's sword) slices her in two and the flames finish her off with a spectaculer explosion of fire and light.
After the first attack, the sorcerous disapears (contingent teleport). "This is getting us nowhere," says one sorcerous, "Pull out and set up anti-demon defences. We'll snipe them from the tarresques." They teleport out and powerful good and lawful barriers and enchantments are quickly put up. Kobold snipers take aim and fire at Sagaije.
Praise for you Sagaije
Ichiata flys towards the barriers and combusts into fire and smoke and a slightly burned skeleton falls from the sky and when it hits the ground it bursts into ash. Ichiata reappears next to the sleeping tarrasque with a flash of orange and red fire.
"Haha! I am inside your barrier! Come on! Shoot me with all you got! I wont stay down!"
Ichiata starts his attack by combusting into fire and smoke leaving a charred skeleton to take his place in the holy light. The bolts all hit the floor where Ichiata stood, snapping or piercing the ground.
Ichiata reappears next to a sniper who was hiding behind a collumn and is unaware of Ichiata presence. Ichiata's hand turns pitch black and he taps the kobold who falls over with a thud and a small light bue sphere enters Ichiata's hand.
Ichiata then jumps onto the pillar and shouts to get the kobold snipers attention. A few of the less experienced kobolds fire at Ichiata but the more experienced ones know something isnt right.
Ichiata combusts, leaving behind a hardly burned skeleton of a kobold on the pillar. Ichiata reappears next to a kobold who is invisible and is aware of his presence and fires a bolt at Ichiata head. He evades the bolt with great speed and forces his hand into the kobold's chest and pulls out his soul which is absorbed into Ichiata's hand.
Sagaije sees the bolt but cant respond quick enough to dodge it. Instead his aura of slashing sands grinds it into fine dust.
Oh well, not much harm done, mind telling me what you guys think of this? ))"A backstabber as always, some things just never change, do they? "
Leaping through demons, kobolds and barriers, Skraal lands roughly 5 feet behind Ichiata, before lifting him into the air and bringing the fiend face to face with him, borne on wings of mental strength. Grabbing Ichiata by the throat, Skraal throws him to the ground the kobold's right arm is engulfed in a nimbus of blue light, slowly transforming into the fate Ichiata has long deserved: the executioner's cleaver.
Slowly, the sounds of the battle vanish, replaced by the sound of roaring flames as the two are surrounded by a ring of purest white flame, reaching to the heavens. No others are there, only Ichiata and Skraal stand in the circle.
And soon, only one will stand.
Tears cloud the kobold's eyes as he raises the vicious blade, not for himself, but for the monster that he will soon fell.
"Twice, Ichiata, I trusted you, and twice you betrayed me. I killed your master, not simply for vengeace, but in the hope that it would free you. And all for what? Only to find you were free all along, as you sided with pazuzu almost immediately, only to take the demon's place at the cost of your new master's life."
"Look at yourself, Ichiata, look at yourself! You've become your master, the plane you control, you've become just another demon! You think you control this place, but as always, you've just found yourself a new master to serve, no more, no less."
"Kurthix, save yourself, take your blasted guild, leave before it's too late! Just save yourself, save them while you still can!"
At that moment, the many wounds he has suffered burst open as raw, untamed energy flows from it, strength not of the mind, but of the soul. Shimmering in a thousand colours, the energy coalesces into a ball over Skraal's head, only to burst into a great wave, engulfing the two, tearing through the ring of flame, through the very plane itself, the low roar silencing even the shattering of the earth in its wake.
"Goodbye, Ichiata."
And the blade falls.
((What happens to Big M if Skraal dies? Does he come back, die forever, or do devils have to use some ritual that requires Skraal's head? If the devils try a ritual that involves any materials that were optained from the Grey Guild (or otherwise) to bring back big M, I think that the Grey Guild and/or Skraal(/his ghost) will stop them.))
answers
Well, the way I see it, meph dies with him, but that'S really for jakel to decide. As for who died, I can't decide if Ichiata dies or not from an axe to the head (as always, dodgable) and the equivalent of a psionic nuke, but I rather any way he has of getting away was more elaborate than "Aha, just a charred skeleton!". Did Skraal die, you ask? Well, he was at the epicenter of said psi-nuke, but than again, this is Skraal we're talking about...we shall see...
When the energy dies down and the dust is cleared the remains of Ichiata lay. His cloak of obsidian is scattered in pieces across twenty miles of Abyss all burning with a white flame. His sword's hilt is in tact but red and silver shards can be found nearby. His onyx amulet is the only object that has minimal signs of damage though it is burned in a mound of ash, bone and blood. Where Ichiata's body would be is a blackened powder that burns with a bright but soft white ember. The rest of Ichiata's body and gear is nowhere to be found, however.
Before half a second begins after the clearing of the energy Sagaije's chest erupts in a blue-white flame that quickly engulfs him. he screams in agony as his body is crushed, grinded and blown apart by the divine energy. Soon a blue sphere with golden clasps scribed with strange writings falls to the ground along with several pounds of sand.
Suddenly a cloaked figure with three nails in his arm jumps off a balcony and runs over to snatch the blue sphere. He runs over and grabs the sphere with inhuman speed and runs off to the mound of debris and snatches the locket. He sighs and runs over to the Grand Abyss and jumps in.
((Sorry if I killed the moment. If Skraal doesn't survive, tell me where his soul goes (the Grey Guild have the resources to find out). I'm not going to immediatly raise him, just come over and have a pint, maybe tell let slip that Mephistopheles was coming back, and inocently discuss ways to return from the dead. Also, the Grey Guild has no intention of letting Mephistopheles come back easily (those items were secretly marked in a way that no being could find out without disasembling them magically). What better way to gain Skraals trust than giving him power over big M.))
"Don't you dare touch those remains!"
The chamberpots are soon fizzing with a black tar. The pots then turn into a black goo which forms the thing with the three nails in his left arm. His hands begin to glow with an orange light (enchantment that dispels magic with a touch. Remember that) and attempts to grab the image of Kurthix (your call if it succeeds).
((There is more than one Grey Guild item that was given to Dusque. Big M is dangerous and obviously anti-kobold (especially ones that sheltered Skraal). Skraal is also a powerful ally, but doesn't blow up kobold tribes.))
"I am not here to fight you. I am here to take these objects for a ceremony to bring back lord Ichiata. You shall not interfere anymore."
The creature bursts into tar and smoke and sinks into the ground before anyone can react. There is a dirty note left behind which will crumble at the slightest touch.
The lord will be resurrected in twenty three days. The day of his birthday. I would hope that no kobolds will interfere with the cult's actions as we do not wish to harm anyone... Currently. We wish only to bring back the lord who will slay the Arch-Wings and Mephistopheles. He will keep a truce between the Grey Guild and other enemys that wish to make a truce. Kurthix and Skraal... You will not intefere with our plans for you may kill him after the heretics are dead.
)"I have a buisiness proposition for your guild. Who should I talk to?"
"Also I found this on one of my recent jobs. I think you would like to experiment with it."
Kur'sha reaches into his pack and pulls out a small disk and tosses it to Svenic.
"I saw it used once and it petrified an entire town full of people; takes forever to finish though."
Kur'sha looks at the arena.
"If you want to test my abilities first-hand we could use the arena."
Kerri
Kerri
Planetouched Female
Ninja
A humanoid female, dressed all in black (including facemask) enters the arena. She has one red eye and one silver, with metallic pink hair.
A Large shuriken is strapped to her back, with a chain attached to it wrapped around her arm.
Planetouched Female
Ninja
A humanoid female, dressed all in black (including facemask) enters the arena. She has one red eye and one silver, with metallic pink hair.
A Large shuriken is strapped to her back, with a chain attached to it wrapped around her arm.
"Hey hey! A new person? Tis' been awhile... It seems you favor black clothes aswell though you dont seem to be dead. Anyways my name is Iputhur. And I'm glad to meet you."
((Well hello there. Glad to see people still take interest in this thread. Anyways I guess Iputhur, the vampire with split personalities, could greet Kerri and maybe fight.))
jakel
Thanks for the welcome. I'd be happy to find some action here.
"Haha! I like this girl! She has a sense of humor! Vampires dont die, miss. But then again your joking!"
Iputhur follows her to the roster and drops ten gold coins on the table, all of which have a black tint and drain the light around them. He then walks down the arena entrance while singing a merry and jolly tune.
"Vampire? Your disguise worked so well. I hardly noticed." The sarcasm in her voice is very evident.
Kerri diposits 10 gold coins that vaguely resemble bottle caps on the table, and heads for the stairs.
Kerri's silver eye glows white, and her hand glows silver. Iputhur's facemask glows brilliantly, blinding him. She next reaches into her shirt, pulls out 6 shuriken, and throws them at the dazed vampire.
Iputhur is blinded (if possible) but sinks into the shadows of the shuriken which sink into his armor. Iputhur reappears a few feet away from Kerri and shoots a bolt of negative energy at her. He draws a dark blue dagger with blue sparks pulsing all around it. Next he attepts to pounce onto her, viciously swinging his freezing dagger at her face (your call if it hits).
Next Iputhur jumps into Kerri's shadow and reappears in the shadow of the arena walls several dozen feet away. He finishes his move by pulling out a ratty and damp scroll which glows a bright and brilliant orange.
Iputhur examins the bubble for a few moments and sighs. He puts away the scroll which creepily shrieks and then Iputhur starts running towards Kerri, dagger drawn. When he is about 13 feet away, he turns around and jumps into his shadow.
In an instant Iputhur leaps out of Kerri's shadow. Then he brings his dagger down, to the side, to the other side, and up again. Next Iputhur throws a beam of negative energy at Kerri and leaps out of the bubble through her shadow and out the box's shadow. He ends his move by picking up the box. (If its not broken)
The first strike catches Kerri unawares, and the second hits her as well. She rolls out of the way of the last two, and turns to face Iputhur, but he has left.
"I underestimated you..."
With her shield gone, Kerri leaps into the air. When she starts to fall, she leaps again in midair. She unslings her Fuuma and spins it over her head, hovering in midair.
Iputhur gazes at the hovering ninja in a cnfusing manner. He walks a few steps back and pulls out the odd scroll which giggles horrifically. He speaks a few words and the scroll begins to shine with a crimson light that erupts in howling crimson faces which zoom towards Kerri but then retract back into the scroll.
"Haha! Your powers would be great at my disposal! Now stay still so the scroll can absorb ya'."
Iputhur laughs heartily and throws the scroll a few feet away from Kerri and it glows crimson. Then the scroll starts pulling in Kerri (easy to evade) and Iputhur slowly walks away from the scroll as it, to, trys to pull in Iputhur.
The vial hits the ground, and shatters. Red smoke rises, forms into a humanoid shape, and bursts into flame. The flame creature tilts it's head, as if listening, and tries to inginite the scroll.
Iputhur hears something behind him... "Impressive."
Kerri attempts to stab him in the spine with a dagger made of what appears to be black onyx.
"Graah!! I'll slaughter you! Die!!!!"
Iputhur thrusts his dagger into Kerri (your call if it succeeds) but winces when he does attack because of his wound. Then he attempts to cleave his left arm at Kerri before attempting to leap onto her and drain her blood.
The scroll was ignited and it shrieks in a unnerving high pitched voice though nothing else happens.
Kerri stabs herself in the arm with the dagger, winces, then looks relaxed. Her wounds have healed somewhat now, as well.
"Ready for more?"
Iputhur quickly pulls out a scroll and casts shadowblast on the shadow. (spell to destroy shadows. He has a lot of them though mostly used when he dueled Vicros. Your call if it hits) If his attack was a failure he shadow jumps into the shadow, reappearing in the shadow, killing it. (The choice is yours if it died or not though it would make sense if it did.)
Iputhur is about to lash out at Kerri with swears and comebacks before he realizes how close he is to the scroll. He tries to latch onto the ground which fails. He then sighs and jumps into the shadow of the scroll, saving him ultimatly.
Iputhur then reappears next to Kerri, dagger drawn and swings it 3 times before finishing his attack with a bolt of negative energy to his back which heals the gruesome gash greatly.
The Silver Kerri speaks to the Red Kerri. "We seem to be doing rather poorly against the vampire."
RK replies angrily."Could you put that in a memo and entitle it "S**T I ALREADY KNOW! Get yer angelic keester into the air and lay down some suppresive fire!"
"With what? I don't have a weapon. You dropped the dagger by the vampire."
RK reaches into her shirt and pulls out a long black staff. "Use this. It shouldn't be too hard."
"Dar's Staff? If you say so." Large transparent wings burst from SK's back, and she flies into the air, cluthing the jet black staff.
RK unslings the Fuuma and laughs at Iputhur. "Hmmhmmhmmyes. And now we finish this fight once and for all! Muahahaha!"
RK throws the Fuuma at Iputhur, it's chain stretching more than what should be physically possible. It flies past his head, and the Fuuma embeds it self in the Arena wall. The chain suddenly retract, pulling Red Kerri with it. As she approaches Iputhur, she aims a flying kick towards his head.
Far above, Silver Kerri is muttering something to herself..."How do I work this thing? I should have read the instruction manual! Oh! Here we go!" The staff's head fold back to reveal a red gem. SK points the staff at Iputhur and 10 red beads shoot out of the gem. ((Very easy to dodge at this distance. Most will probably miss anyway...))
Then a shadow peers out of Iputhur's and snickers. Iputhur glances quickly at the shadow and returns to focusing on the spell. The shadow moves towards Silver Kerri with it's arm stretched out to grab her. Then it spots the beads and tries to counter them by swooping in front of them, catching a few but missing most of them.
Iputhur notices Kerri's onyx dagger on the floor and and points the dagger and rod at it, leaving the scroll to fall momentarily as he throws the dagger to the shadow who catches it and tries to stop the beads from getting near Iputhur. Then he immediatly returns to try to absorb the Red Kerri with the scroll.
RK, hearing SK's yell, looks behind her. Seeing the scroll, she yelps ing panick. She heaves mightily to get her Fuuma loose, and flies backwards into Iputhurs legs as the oversized shuriken pops loose from the wall.
"Oh F**K THIS! You are going down, Vamp!" Red Kerri's eyes turn black, and her hand is sheathed in black energy. A large cloud of darkness and shadow fills a portion of the arena. RK snaps with both hands, and disappears. A faint shattering can be heard inside the darkness.
SK closes her eyes, and the staff reverts to normal as she is surrounded in a faintly glowing transparent blue shield. ((Too many adjectives!))
OOC
Okay, so I didn't read the 4 pages since I disappeared. Living Shadow, if Vicros is somewhere else, whoops.
He flings the scroll at the oncoming Red Kerri using the unknown force and throws a bolt of negative energy at Red Kerri as well. Though Red Kerri may be injured (your choice) she knocks over Iputhur, sending his dagger and rod flying a distance and losing the grip on the scroll which drops harmlessly though still sucking on powerful beings. With a large crack in his leg when he is knocked down it twists gruesomly, leaving it broken for sure. Then when the shadow starts covering the room he grins happly before realizing he has used up his shadow-jump ability when he fought Kerri earlier.
A cry of rage echos from the darkness, and a small blue orb flies at Iputhur, glowing with what looks like blue fire.
orb
If it hits Iputhur, it will stick to him, then explode.
After about a few seconds Iputhur's frozen ice dagger and the onyx dagger go missing. Then another two or three seconds as does the rod but the evil scroll stays in the same place.
Iputhur walks over to Silver Kerri, spitting foul and rotten bile on her and sinking his ice dagger into her. (your call if they hit) Then he sinks the onyx dagger into her thigh and throws a bolt of negative energy at her. (your call again)
ShowViktor watches his opponent, searching for any indications of trickery. Not many would dare call an arena fight a draw. But Vicros seems sincere. Well, what do you. A polite combatant.
The lich grins, straightening his spine out with a sickening crack! "Considering I can't be knocked out," he starts. "I think it would be a good idea to call this a draw."
The crowd lets out a loud groan, to which Viktor responds with a raspberry and a laugh. The lich wraps his arm around Vicros' shoulder as they start to head out.
"I like you, Mister Vicros. How would you like to discuss some magical theory over coffee? My treat."
Behind Iputhur a voice rings out "Knock Knock!"
"Who's there?""Pain."
Red Kerri throws her Fuuma at Iputhur's back. If it hits, the chain will retract, sendind Iputhur flying backwards into the arena wall. SK staggers to her feet, clutching Dar's Staff. As she does, the head pulls back, revealing a blue gem. SK spins the staff around in a circle in front of herself, and blue lightning crackles through the staff, forming a shield in front of her.
He succeeds but his parry led him into a wall of electricity. He tries to hit the breaks immediatly before falling into the barrier but it was to late. Iputhur had fallen face first into a field of electricity. With a large shock and a flash of radiant white lightning Iputhur's smoldering black body lay next to the electric barrier. (he has an electricity weakness)
Iputhur tries his best to stand up and continue fighting but then the two Kerri's and Iputhur can hear a gravely voice of an old lady.
"You failed again, Iputhur. Dissapointing. I will hold onto you for now..."
The scroll lifts into the air and drifts over to Iputhur. The Kerri's quickly move away from the scroll but Iputhur lays still, his damaged body unable to support him. The scroll descends on Iputhur and pulls him into the scroll in a slow, agonizing, and gory way. Several cracks and snaps can be heard as he bends to fit into the scroll which laughs maniacly. Finally the gruesome event is over and the scroll rolls itself up and lays on the arena ground.
Kerri is the winner!
Silver Kerri looks at the ground where the scroll was, and softly whispers "Good match, Iputhur. I hope to meet you again some day..."
RK and SK face each other, then SK turns into a bead of light that impacts RK's forehead. Kerri, pink haired and di-colored eyes, gathers her gear around her. "That was interesting. Time for a break, though..." She returns to the lobby, favoring her right leg.
As Vicros speaks with Viktor an invisible fist slams into the table, shattering nearby cups and splintering the table severely. The rude beast slowly appears starting with its slate and granite head (which makes up most of his body) down. fiendish red eyes and a malicous smile, revealing stone spikes for teeth, and two horns jutting from its back maw, behind that are large elven ears with a silver earring in the left ear. As the stony appearence continues large stone wings protrude below the neck and a tail that looks like a devil's made of stone juts out of it's tailbone. It's clothing is primitive and barbaric, having only a stone shouldergaurd with a rusted metal chain around his chest and back and a large basalt tasset which goes far below his knees and a ripped a dirty robe below the tasset. He also wields a scythe which has a topaz shaft and a very thin, razor blade made of slate. The scythe's shaft also has several small bends and is rather crooked along with dirty cloths swathed around it. (to keep it from totally falling apart)
"Well, Vicros. You thought you could put me away and end my threat to your life just by banishing me to the Shadow Realm? You know, your favourite apprentice Adokul Woodtread? You told me that masters should always understand their apprentices even if they were "crazy" like you called me. Afterall, when such a powerful mage is your master your sure to become to over-confident and your concience betrays you. Well now that I can finally meet you I challenge you to a duel."
The creature is blunt and obviously has dark intentions for Vicros in his mind based from his look at Vicros.
"Take him on. I think you have a chance of at least being entertaining! And this demon has a serious problem with respect. Just look at the table! Shut up. If he's any tougher than Iputhur, he may just be a challenge."
((Do you realize that both Kerri and Vicros beat Iputhur, but he never won a battle? Do you have any tough fighters other than Ichiata and Big M?))
The creature slowly turns behind him with the grinding noise of stone rubbing against each other when he turns to face Kerri. His voice is in most ways gravel being grinded apart with a dark echo following it.
"Pardon? A demon? You better know your opponents when you start calling them things just like Vicros here. Now go argue amongst yourselfs and leave out of me and Vicros's business if you still want that face to be intact."
The creature turns back to Vicros and waits for hm to respond impatiently.
Vicros calmly stands up and turns to face his former apprentice.
"Your challenge is accepted. Since you are the challenger you set the terms. And don't forget to fill out the paperwork."
"It'll stain if we don't get it quick." As the almost waiter gets the mop rather stiffly, the lich turns to his drinking companion. "Good luck in the fight, Vicros."
Vicros makes a couple quick motions and the latte vanishes from the floor and a new one appears next to Victor.
"I'll try not to take too long."
Vicros levitates his fare to the table and warps to the arena.
"Death!"
Adokul flys into the air with his hands glowing a misty black and points them towards the arena shadows. Dozens of lesser shadows drift out of the arena and swarm Vicros. Next Adokul starts to shimmer and become incorporal and begins to examine Vicros in a disturbing, patient way.
As the combatents leave for the arena, she looks over at Viktor. "A gargoyle, is he? How did I miss that? I'm Kerri, by the way. Who are you? Wait, you fought in the first battle, didn't you? You, Ichiata, Skraal, and 11-31. Very fun battle, but sorry for you. If you need company, I'd be happy to talk..."
Red Kerri seperates herself from the talking, and moves to the arena window as Silver Kerri tries to chat up Viktor. RK carefully notes the gargoyle's moves in her mind...
Adokul swings it 4 times in a circle-like pattern at Vicros and then attempting to dispel Vicros's incorporality.
The lich motions one dessicated, almost skeletal hand towards the chair across the small table. He takes another sip, a small foam mustache appearing on his lip when he takes the mug away.
"Anyway," the lich continues, daintily wiping off the mustache on a napkin from his coat pocket. "Introductions. Viktor Dalthan, necromancer, undead abomination, et cetera. And you?"
Adokul snarls and points his left hand towards the oncoming shadow elementals and they begin to be violently thrusted and thrown around in a contained area in the sky. Adokul then uses the same awkward spell to lift dozens of large rock and throw them into the contained area of shadow elementals. Now with rocks bruising and destroying everything in the gravity field Adokul moves it over towards Vicros.
((The spell is gravity going crazy in a contained area and doesnt release anything unless they are an outsider or the caster sais otherwise.))
Vicros fills the arena with inpenitrable gloom that blocks all light (Darkvision doesn't work. The spectators can see through it though.) Then he floats into the air and creates several images of himself.
As Adokul levitates the gravity field towards Vicros he glances at the elementals and the rocks go through their once solid looking form. Adokul grunts and tosses the gravity field at Vicros right before the arena turns black and several copies of Vicros appear.
Adokul casts Shadowblast into the gravity field twice and dispels it afterwards. Next Adokul takes a quick scan through his mind and casts True seeing to find Vicros.
If he did find Vicros, Adokul soars over to him (he's still corporal right? Adokul's scythe is still ghostouch) and, without even waiting, aggressively brings his scythe which is still veiled in the translucent energy down on Vicros with a downward swing, then a side sweep, and then upwards. To finish his attack Adokul casts another srange spell. Vicros's shadow starts to turn red and it looks like it is bleeding. Vicros begins to bleed out of nowhere and also starts to feel dizzy. (your call if it works)
((The blood spell drains the blood of the target until they die from blood loss. Vicros can easily dispel it though he should do it soon.))
The Shadow elementals are destroyed by the shadow blasts which rip them apart.
As for the Blood draining spell Vicros seems unaffected dispite his massive blood loss although he dispells it out of convenience.
"I thought you would remember, I am sustained by shadows and have no need for blood to sustain me."
He then makes a complex series of slashing gestures at Adokul with his shadow making different ones. The shadows around him slice at him from all directions easily cutting through his tough hide and leaving hundreds of gashes.
After Adokul's remark several small gashes begin to appear on his body. Adokul yelps and jumps back from Vicros before even more appear. Adokul responds to Vicros's attack by dispelling the force barrier and launching several Shadowblasts at Vicros. Then Adokul drifts away from Vicros and stretches his arms and on each of his palms small misty portals start to drone and swarms of black locusts soar out of them.
The swarm all target Vicros, clawing and nipping at him continuously. Along with the ripping off skin, the bugs drain the life from Vicros and attempt to claw their way into Vicrosand devour everything in their way. Adokul then finishes his attack by launching a thin red beam at Vicros which discoporates everything it touches into a whisp of black smoke.
((I'm working up a new spell (most likely epic) for ending this battle. How much longer do you want to have the battle run?))
Adokul takes the waves of shadow which makes him loose his concentration thus, closing the portal to the swarms of locusts with the remaining locusts scattering. The bolt of darkness strikes Adokul on his right chest which crumbles and cracks but no blood flows. Adokul soon retreats away from Vicros before he can be even more damaged.
The rooms ambient light gets darker. Vicros's shadow lengthens significantly and forms into the shape of giant bird. He then sinks into his shadow and the bird peels itself off the ground becoming solid. The bird roars at Adokul and reels back about to breath at him.
((What do you think of the new spell?))
Adokul tries to jump out of the way but a bolt of darkness makes him jump back. He then attempts to fly away but the hundreds of shadow bolts that did not strike the ground keep him at bay. He then attempts to turn incorporal but a bolt hits him. Though dealing no damage to Adokul however, it brings him out of his ghostly form. Adokul then brings back his shadow locust to defend him in another dome formation.
"Adokul, you still have much to learn."
It then dives at Adokul swallowing him sending him back to the Plane of Shadow.
Adokul reappears in the shadow plains with ecalypse frolicking gracefully through it. Adokul stands up and begins to look for his master when instead his master appears in front of him. The creature looks like a huge yew tree with black and dark purple bark and hundreds of grey vines moving around it.
"Well great! That swine Vicros just killed me due to your lack of training! Now what!?"
"For once you are right Adokul. I did not expect him to be that merciless on you though I would have been a better assassin... I will teach you more spells and how to maximize your current spells potential in due time."
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Back at Gareth's a large fire erupts outside, (likely) sending dozens of kobolds to manage it. Out of the fire steps out a man with large crimson-black eagle wings that shimmer with every footstep and a large vest-like garment that hangs a few inches below his waist and made of obsidian with a hood attaches to it also made of obsidian. On his side is a sinister and charred scabbard equipped with a large blade chained to his pants. He walks a dozen or so feet away from the fire which combusts, killing the several kobolds that were tending to it instantly.
The man walks by everyone who freeze as he passes by. He notices a red haired women just turning away from a fight with a gargoyle. He spits at her feet and rudely greets her
"A new person? I don't suppose you know who I am, do you? You smell like kobolds and look mad to see me so I guess you do know and... That I can't get a first imppression from you... Great..."
Silver Kerri looks away from her conversation with Viktor to see Ichiata and RK, and in a blink of an eye is standing next to her other half. "Greetings, sir. How may we be of assisstance?""Be quiet, you fool. The "Lord" and I were talking without-" SK disappears, and RK sputters and shakes. Kerri now stands complete in front of Ichiata. "Irritating You want a first impression, Ichiata? My first impression is that you're an idiot."
Vicros kind of walks out of the shadows in the corner of the room.
"Did you just get bored or are you here for a reason?"
"Well then, fool. I could try to kill you right now and likely succeed. Infact I am right now."
Ichiata turns to Vicros, dropping his hand before Kerri and snickering at his repetitive taunt.
"Well hello there, Vicros. Glad I can see someone who does'nt want to skin me. Well maybe you do but at least your not annoying about it like those draconic curs Kurthix and Skraal. Is Skraal still dead or are you unsure by the way?"
Ichiata sais each insult louder than his normal voice so Red Kerri could hear him. He is trying to set up Red Kerri so that she will be tempted to fight Ichiata.
Vicros turns away from Ichiata and walks to a window but keeps talking.
"I knew he would be able to get out, acctually I planned on it."
He turns back to Ichiata.
"Dispite the fact that he doesn't know it this is acctually part of his training."
"Ichiata," Viktor speaks up, as the fiend seemed not to notice him. The lich relaxes in his chair, leaning back and resting his chin on one hand. "It has been a while."
"Well, I am sure something bad will become of this if my senses are correct."
Ichiata glances at Viktor and looks back at Vicros before quickly turning back to Viktor.
"Viktor... I mistook you for a withered body that split-personality creature killed. Yes, it has been a while. I think we should catch up on things. I have been absent from this arena for a while now what, with fighting off devils, Skraal, rivaling demons and the war with Graz'zt."
Ichiata changes his appearence to look like a harrssaf so he can speak to Viktor without hordes of kobolds attacking him. Next Ichiata sits down and notices a large crack in the table.
"Err... Is there a reason why this table is severely damaged...? Anyways... What has been going on in your un-life?"
"Well, it certainly seems that a lot has gone in your life since we last talked. You'll have to tell me of what has been happening on the lower planes- Oh, Vicros!" The lich interrupts himself, calling to the figure by the window. "Pull up a chair! Coffee's on me as soon as I can get a waiter with the cajones to serve this group!"
Viktor chuckles as he turns his attention back to the fiend. "Well, what has happened... I had a fight with Vicros here, he's an excellent spellslinger, I'll say that. And as usual, I have been researching Negative Theory- I've been improving my undead form quite significantly. Although I still haven't quite cracked the code to the how the whole thing works." The lich laughs, almost embarrassedly. "It is a much more complicated subject than I had thouht when I became a necromancer! Ah well."
Ichiata stops for a moment and seizes the oppurtunity to levitate two cups of coffee from a kobold water who walked by and places them in front of Vicros and Viktor.
"Well what has been happening in the lower planes... The Queen of Chaos gave me two titles. The Prince of the Lower Aerial Kingdoms and the Prince of Betrayal inspired by my colorful past. A war with Graz'zt broke out because of how he lured several of my commanding officers to get away from war and now they work for him. The 'loth mercenaries just joined Baatorian trash to lay seige against citadel and Orcus and I have been discussing mortal politics and philosophy and how Asmodeus is dooming his respect as the supreme leader in Baator."
"Thanks for the compliment Viktor. You say you study negitive energy spells? I might have one or two that may interest you."
"Yes, I do study negative energy."Viktor leans back in his chair, taking a glance around the pleasant, well-lit cafe. It was a nice place, even with the bloody arena right next door. His "eyes" fall on Kerri, at the adjacent table. He grins again; a frightening visage coming from a thing as dessicated as Viktor Dalthan. "Please, join us Miss Kerri. I can assure you that we do not bite."
But the lich turns his attention back to Vicros. "As I was saying, yes, I do study negative energy. I never understood how negative energy had the power to animate beings. I had thought it was the jurisdiction of positive energy alone... It is true, negative energy does not bring about life as we know it, but a different existence. And as with anyone interested in the workings of negative powers, I became a necromancer. I was fully aware of the scrutiny and prejudice against necromancers, but I was too curious to really care. What was worse, I took a very different approach to the Art..." Viktor motions at himself. "Not many would dare try necromantic experiments on their own form, but I guess that's just the 'foolish youth' that I'll always be."
Viktor laughs. "Forgive me, Vicros. You wanted to show me a few spells and I launch into my own life's story. Please, what are these spells? Let us see if I know of them."
Anyone looking outside in the next five seconds would see the jug empty on the floor and Kerri asleep in a corner.
The lich begins to pout. Something most people think that they will never see. "Well, now I'm in a disgruntled mood. Ichiata, do you mind heading over to the counter and buying me some coffee? Large, two creams... and have the waiter bring us a milk pot. Here, some extra coin for your own, too."
The lich reaches into his bag and pulls out some copper, sliding it over to the fiend.
Ichiata dispels the disguise and instead takes the form of a nalfeshnee along with an alteration to his voice. Ichiata grabs the copper coins and smiles, clenching the coins tightly. Lastly Ichiata gets up and walks over to the waitress who starts to shake in Ichiata's presence.
"Barmaid! Get me a large coffee, two creams and just give me a jug of milk right here."
"Will you be paying for that erm...?"
"No. Now hand it over!"
Ichiata soon walks back to Viktor with the coffee in one hand in the jug of milk in the other. The other gladiators, bookies and civilians seem offended at the nalfeshnee but none, not even the kobolds dare chastise him, instead they bat an eye. He turns back into the harssaf and places the coffee, milk and coins in front of Viktor.
"Hehe, lookie here I got it free. Surely these mortals must be used to dealing with large monsters since they work at an arena... But they aren't."
"Viktor, I'll start with the one you probibly don't know. See that mouse in the corner there."
Vicros points to a small mouse in the corner of the cafe. He then picks black something off of the table and tosses it into his shadow and the mouse keels over dead. It then gets back up again and scurries over to the table, jumps on, and procedes to do various acrobatics before falling dead again.
"While the spell is in effect I have total control over the victims body however it doesn't last forever."
He then cracks his knuckles and does a second spell.
"You saw this one before in our battle. Essentially it creates a voidstone which you can move as you please. I reduced the spells power so as to avoid damaging much."
The small sphere about the size of a marble appears and gooves in the table creating a series of runes.
"Pretty good, vicros...for a party trick. So, did ya miss me?"
Skraal weaselheart has returned
OOC
Sorry I was gone for so long, my life has been in more of a mess than any of you can possibly imagine, and literally life-threatning at some points, so I couldn't stick around here. I'm back now, though.
...what, you thought I would kill Skraal? Nah.
...what, you thought I would kill Skraal? Nah.
The harrsaf smiles, putting out his hand to greet Skraal. The harrsaf's voice sounds more like a harrssaf (think rusty and rocky. Oh and I wanted to practice a countryish voice
) to make the disguise more beleivable."Greetin' sir. I dun think wa' met. Ma' nems Grajha un' ye r'?"
"In addition to being fun at parties it can also be used to kill your enemies."
The void stone rises into the air grows to 3 ft in diameter causing a small breeze as air rushes in to fill the place of the air which is drawn in then it winks out.
Skraal chuckles slightly as the voidstone vanishes. "Well than, that's def'nite proof tha' I'm not your enemy, innit?"
his expression remains surprisingly cheerful as he faces the harrsaf. A knowing smile spreads across his face, until he finally says "Is that a yes or a no, Ichiata?"
"Nu sprise tha' you found me out. I'd love to turn into my normal figure but I don't want that foul Kurthix to be flinging acid at me or having large tarrasques busting through the room and ruining our conversation. So thousand pardons, Skraal."
Ichiata conjures a voodoo doll, messing around with it using fun spells like telekinesis and prestidigitation. Ichiata soon ignites it with a spark of hellfire, snickering softly.
"Well, Skraal hows it been? I have no intention of killing or corrupting anything other than kobolds right now and with you here thats not an option. Though I have an idea of how you can help the kobold community... Theres some kobold skeletons outside that were fried from my teleportation. It wasn't my fault this time. The scaled dogs went rushing over there to put it out and the combustion occured... You might want to revive them? No?"
"Intriguing," exclaims the lich, stroking his chin thoughtfully at the display. He looks at Vicros"I do like that first one. If you would be so kind as to pen that one down for me, I would love to experiment with it. Anything you would care for in-"
After Skraal:
OOC
Sorry to hear all that, Cog. I hope everything gets/is better for you.
The puppet in Ichiata's hands soon turns into smoldering remains consisting of black nails, tiny stitches, and ash. Ichiata simply burns that material until there are no remains at all.
The lich looks thoughtful for a moment, but shakes it off. "Yes, anyway."
"I do not need payment Viktor."
He finishes his scroll and hands it to Viktor. The formulae are vastly different from anything he has seen before but he should be able to figure them out. He then looks at Kerri.
"You seem to be having a mental trouble. How is it having multiple people inside one mind?"
Pondering Ichiata's words with his customary distrust of the arch-wing's words, he eventually removes a little scroll case from a pocket, setting it down on the ground. With a whirr, wheels come out from under it, carrying the scroll toward the Kobolds.
"And why, Ichiata, would you want to help? No, I'm pretty sure you just want me out of the way, but we both know that hell already froze over, so why don't I send one of those" he points at the rapid-moving scrollcase "to check on your bluff, eh?"
"I'm not lying, Skraal. As hard as it may be to swallow I'm telling you the truth. If you check outside several kobolds lay dead. If you want to know I'm only telling you this to spark a conversation so we can talk without blades in our faces. Well? Your gonna revive them?"
Ichiata leans back in his chair, tilting it onto two legs and resting his legs on the table, smiling.
The lich shakes out of it, grabbing his coffee mug roughly and pouring it down his throat. He sets the empty mug down on the table, dabbing the corners of is mouth with a napkin. "In any case," Viktor continues. "Has anyone seen our dear 'buddy' 11-31? I believe I have some unfinished business with it. Oh, and something for you two as well."
Viktor reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small wooden box, about the size of a human hand and with a gold lock. He places the box onto the table.
"Ichiata, Skraal. When 11-31 comes back, if ever, I would like a rematch between the four of us. And when that is all decided, I will show you what's in this box. How about it?"
"Interesting..... Box... I wouldn't mind having another four way duel but those behemoths and waste of resources we call golems are so unreliable. My iron golems stand still for minutes before walking over to attack where the enemy stood. However, my hellfire golems are much more reliable since they have flexible body part but I doubt that "Golem Empire" would ever produce those due to the Mephistopheles conflict."
((I hope you all realise that the part about Skraal's charm is a little sarcastic.))
The golem appears, delivering its speech with a hint of a sarcasm. Viktor turns sideways in his seat to meet the golem's gaze."I'm glad you're ready to comply. This looks like it may be far more interesting than our previous match."
Ichiata's remark was laced with sarcasm along with agrovating taunts in it as well.
Ichiata looks up at 11-31 with a snug, cruel look on his face.
"Why are you defending demons anyways? Or any of the lower plane entities after that devil incident?"
The lich rubs his hands together in anticipation. "Oohhoo, this will certainly be fun. What do you think? Shall we fight on our original battlefield? What an excellent way to come full circle!"
(to Victor) "Any plane is ok as long as it isn't the elemental plane of water as connecting it to the plane of fire could damage the fabric of reality. Any celestial plane would also be a bad idea for a couple combatants."
Ichiata then stands up, stretching his wings and arms while he gets up. Next Ichiata turns and faces Viktor with a lazy look.
"How about the Elemental Plane of Air? I'm sure we can all fly given we have the resources. Or maybe a less known plane like the Spirit World? I have no problem with which plane we go to as long as it is'nt holy."
Ichiata smiles at 11-31 darkly before walking over to a battle between some drider cleric and a mind flayer of an obscure profession involving blood and curses which puts Ichiata in curious thought.
After a few seconds Ichiata heads over to the roster, placing two charred gold pieces in the cup for the mind flayer.
11-31 springs up. He speaks in awe, "Legion... I have. I have decided to keep my designation as that is how I am known in the arena and beyond."
"This is... unorthedox. But that is the strength of the adaptation units."
"Haha! Skraal guess what? Dusque saw a gnome zombie causing destruction in a humble tavern and thought it was my fault. Turns out its the Grey Guild! Your guild that wants to be your friend are really just kobold maniacs who, try to help you kill demons, but also murder inoccents! And one of their high ranking leaders is your good ol' pal Kurthix! Now even though you may not prefer gnome company do you think its right to mindlessly kill them? Your good, Skraal of course you don't."
The two Kerris hear Ichiata's voice thorough their mind... No not their mind, but through a strange feeling they can't describe.
I don't care about gnomes. Abyss, I would kill them too but I have no need to right now. I only brought it up to make Skraal dislike Kurthix and the Grey Guild even more. And I doubt Dusque will fight me in your company, phyco.
Stay out of my minds, Ichiata...
Kerri turns to leave. "I hate to miss the epic fight, but I have some things to find out..." Kerri makes a hand gesture in front of her face, her eyes closed and head down. She suddenly snaps twice and dissappears...
"How would you know? And if you know Dusque she wouldn't approve of killing unless she knew why, if there was a good enough reason for it, and who it was."
Ichiata stops for a few seconds, checking on the battle in that time and then continuing his responce.
"Garl Glittergold is a fake. He lies all the time. He probably made that up to anger your god for fun... Also, you think you are proud and powerful by thinking at a higher level than gnomes but I don't see why your "proud and powerful" nation would go so low by leaving a huge grudge on gnomes just because Garl destroyed a cave. Proud and powerful does not involve getting low like what the gnomes did. No, it is thinking less of gnomes and taking them for granted since you are above them. This is how your hippocritical race thinks; We are proud, we stay above the rest and we are powerful, we have a strong will and know when to stay out of trouble. This is how your race acts; We are proud, we hold a grudge because the gnomes lied to us and we are strong, We kill gnomes to prove we are tougher than them. Bah, what you do is play cheap and get low like the gnomes which you say you dont want to be like. The majority of the kobolds and all of the Grey Guild show none of what they think and all of what they act. Skraal is an exception since all the times he could have made rumors about me he stayed pure and honest but I really don't care if he does or not. Now do you see whats wrong with you you hipporcits?"
Ichiata walks back to the window to watch the battle with the mind flayer and the drider with the mind flayer currently winning.
"When did I say that the material plane is home to pure incarnations of good or evil? Quote me or I will take you for an insane kobold. On the other hand I have seen paladins commit mass genocide because gods are to stupid to think in the long run and are to self-righteous when giving instructions to young paladin trash. And those races you talk about just seem evil from a human or whatever you are's point of view. True evil involves torturing your child if he does something wrong. Which, might I add is hardly ever seen on this mortal realm. And nothing can live peavefully when ignorance is in this world. And where, might I ask did these topics come from? Certainly not from our discussion with kobolds."
"...Skraal? Where'd he go?"
Legion walks over to Ichiata. "Ichiata. We hear that you have recently taken over a layer of the Abyss. Your triumph will only make 11-31's victory sweeter."
"Ichiata! Don't do anything stupid. Legion is god-like in power and if he works up an anger, there is little that can stop him."
The lich returns in the midst of the dialog, the argument heating up considerably. Other patrons in the cafe are looking more worried than ever now; some are trying to subtly get out the door. Even the cafe's staff seems reluctant to be here. But Viktor moves casually to a vantage point nearby, brushing some of his exquisitely preserved and groomed hair out of his eye sockets.
"So," Viktor begins, heedless of the verbal combat between his rivals. "I would suggest that this battle begin shortly. I will head over to the arena and make the proper arrangements, and leave a note for Skraal when he returns. He'll be able to join in the fight as soon as he returns."
The lich looks downcast for a moment, but perks back up a second later. "Agreed, gentlemen?"
Ichiata snickers at 11-31 and Legion. Ichiata then responds to Legion with a taunty, but friendly attitude in his voice.
"Legion eh? I won my layer after killing a renound demon lord and tricking the king of politics. You guys bought your layer from a crazy mage who could not take the pressure of ruling a single demonic realm. And 11-31 won't have a triumph since even if he wins and kills me swarms of my loyal demons and cultists will hunt him down."
Ichiata turns away from Legion and responds to 11-31 subtly.
Though I may act it I don't do anything stupid. I know Legion may have the power to destroy me and he knows if he attacks me, regardless of what the kobolds think of me, they will have to attack Legion and that will lead to unwanted casualties. Nearly anything will know that. I'm god-like in power to you know. Just because I don't show off in shiny armor does not mean I'm weak."
Ichiata then looks over to Viktor and responds under his breath.
"Ok then. I will follow you, Viktor. But first..."
Ichiata walks over to the note, scaring everyone he walks by with creepy illusions. When he reachs the note a spark of silky red hellfire centimeters away from his pointing finger jumps out. Ichiata then burns a strange symbol and a few words in abyssal out of the burnt paper. He snickers and whispers a few words and walks off, following Viktor to the arena.
OOC
Sorry, been busy lately, shedload of essays to write, mostly bout cloning and genetic engineering, so I haven't really had time to post.
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Perfectly understandable, cog.
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That had me falling out of my chair, nice one wall!
Here my charector
Necro DarkHeart
Half Elf Lich
Lawful Evil
Wizard/Archmage
Necro is 1.9 meters tall, He is dressed in a hood flowing black robe with ornate degsins upon it most of which illustrate some type of undead.
Necro's Spell book has black cover with an ornate skull carved into it. He also has a staff with prefectly circluar green gem at its top.
Is this okay?
"Well, I assume Victor will go straight for me because of the whole 'barbeque' thing and no force in exsistance can keep Skraal and Ichiata from each other's throats. I hope you did your homework Vic, because I have only increased in strength. Also, in our previous battle your performance was a little... lackluster." He sends candle-sized flames to dance in orbit around Victor's head.
"No force in existence? Come on, I would only fight Ichiata if I had to, clunker, and you know it." Readying his sword, Skraal stands his ground at the edge of the battlefield, ready to counter the blows that will surely come.
Vicros walks over to the newcomer.
"Nice to see yet another Arcanist. I'm Vicros Moonshadow. To participate in fights you must sign in at that table." He points at a table with some sheets of paper on it. "It's a waiver so the arena isn't responsible for what happens to you."
He walks over to the arena window and watches what is happening.
"Viktor Dalthan, Skraal Weaselheart, Adaptive Unit 11-31, Lord Ichiata. Fight for four, Avernus Arena."
The lich hands the kobold the sack of coins and turn back to the group. A blazing, fiery light surrounds them all, obscuring the view of the arena lobby. Viktor folds his arms, watching the outside of the Plane Shift spell. The blurred sillhouettes of the other gladiators seem to meld into the landscape. Soon, the light around the warriors fade.
Lava, volcanic rock, explosive geysers, a thick smoke permeating the air... yes, this was the place. This was where they had fought before.
"All right, gentlemen!" Viktor says gleefully. "Battle positions!"
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*Woot Woot fear aura!
"Shall I go first?"
Ichiata soars into the hazy sky and waits there for a split-second, scanning the opponents. He begins his assault flying towards Skraal at an amazing speed with his sword appearing in his hand through a contained hellfire explosion. Just when his sword is uncomfortably close to Skraal he vanishes leaving a large explosion in Skraal's face.
Ichiata reappears in front of Viktor with his sword mere inches away from Viktor's chest. Following the dramatic strike are four swings going left, right, up and across. Finally Ichiata attempts to use telekinesis on Viktor and throw him into 11-31 with 7 bolts of hellfire following Viktor.
IC I Made my way to the regestration table.
"Yes! Finally some action here! Whoa. New guy. Hi there. Name's Kerri. What's your name?"
IC "Hello my names is....Necro" I said.
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Cue Dark Chest of Wonders!
Or Bodies by Drowning Pool. Whichever your preference is.
Or Bodies by Drowning Pool. Whichever your preference is.
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We're talking Skraal here, get ready for a shedload of insults, do it now.:D
Ichiata is caught unaware of Skraal charging at him and would have taken quite a bit of unexpected damage if not a babau, summoned by Ichiata before hand was to take the blow and shriek, alerting Ichiata of Skraal's presence.
Ichiata quickly shoves the babau's body into Skraal before it dissappears back to the Abyss and then cleaves his sword at Skraal with godly force. Then to finish his attack he unleashes a large blast of hellfire in Skraal's direction before retreating into the sky.
11-31's hands start to glow red. He presses them against his wounds, and they heal completely in a few seconds. He then starts to rain down blast of fire at Ichiata (but, again, anyone nearby are at risk of damage).
Quickly, the lich draws an arcane glyph in the Avernian dust; His open palm slams down on it, sending dark energy crackling through the ground around him. Slowly, Viktor pulls himself to his feet, facing away from the rest of the combatants. As he turns, a sick smirk etched on his face, a massive skeletal hand erupts from the ground where his glyph had been. Dirt cascades from the form that rises out of Avernus: A mountain of a beast, consisting of gigantic skulls, skeletal legs that resemble a spider's, and grasping hands of bone and rotting flesh the size of old oaks.
Viktor raises his hand as if to cast another spell. Instead, he extends his index finger at Ichiata. With a horrifying screech as though from a thousand dying mouths, the abominable beast lurches forward to destroy its target.
The blasts of fire do nothing to damage Ichiata (he got fire immunity on his promotion day :P ) and the kick Skraal delivered is parried with a bolt of hellfire.
Ichiata then brings down his sword onto Skraal before retreating into the air and flying right above Viktor at a high altitude. Ichiata hopes the beast turns to follow him making it so that the lich is vulnerable to getting crushed under the massive beast.
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Yeah, sorry about that Jakelslang!
"If Ichiata is immune to fire, I must make sure that he falls quickly." 11-31 starts to chant in Ignan.
((No kidding! :OMG! ))
The blasts of fire do nothing to damage Ichiata (he got fire immunity on his promotion day :P ) and the kick Skraal delivered is parried with a bolt of hellfire.
Ichiata then brings down his sword onto Skraal before retreating into the air and flying right above Viktor at a high altitude. Ichiata hopes the beast turns to follow him making it so that the lich is vulnerable to getting crushed under the massive beast.
But then if you weren't sorry, Cog. No problem, Wall. I wasn't expecting Ichiata to win this battle anyways. Oh and NN1 I thought you used a different attack on your second post. My bad))
Ichiata is snatched out of the air in the hands of the dead spider beast (best I came up with). The beast begins to crush Ichiata and keeps him from concentrating on a teleportation spell. He then regains his concentration for a few seconds, just enough to unleash a spray of hellfire directed onto the beast's hand.
(If he is released) Ichiata flees from the beast but several small meteors blowing up in front of him knock him back and giving the beast another chance to seize him but this time Ichiata is prepared. Ichiata throws 3 bolts of hellfire at the beast's hand and charges towards 11-31. When in 11-31's sight Ichiata unleashes a storm of hellfire directed at 11-31.
The horrible thing swivels, waving like a tree in the wind as it searches for its lost foe. Suddenly, it hears a short whistle. The beast looks down to find Viktor standing in front of it, pointing towards the fiery golem. With a roar like death, the abomination turns in place and rushes 11-31.
11-31 flies up into the air leaving a firey trail, but he makes sure to deliver a kick toward Ichiata's face in the process. He sends a meteor swarm at the beast and puts a firey hand to his damaged arm to help it heal.
The beast disappears into the explosion caused by the meteor swarm, dust billowing up to obscure everyone's vision. A magma geyser erupts nearby, spewing even more ash onto the scene. As it clears, Viktor can make out the broken shape of the dying monster. A massive pile of bones and twitching flesh, crying pitifully as it smolders.
The lich waves one hand above his head, and the creature sinks back into the ground. "Rest again, friends."
Viktor snaps his fingers. A crackle and a pop sound, and three ghostly hands appear to his sides. Black energy streams around them as they float in place, pensive, itching to strike.
Their time comes. The phantom hands speed off like rockets towards Ichiata, the smell of rot and disease following.
The shards of rock fired by 11-31 meant to sink into Ichiata's body do not go high enough touch him. Upon hearing the explosion caused by the meteors striking the spider beast Ichiata quickly turns around and sees 11-31 now flying towards him and healing himself with heat.
"Not so fast, junkheep!!!"
Ichiata unleashes a cone of hellfire in 11-31's general direction to keep him from tending his current wounds and then simply ducks 11-31's kick, giving him the chance to counter-attack. Ichiata brings his sword up in front of him with rapid speed and swings it in a down-ward motion between 11-31's two legs with great precision and equal force.
After his attack against 11-31 Ichiata was tackled by one ghostly hand, the others quickly piling ontop of the first knocking Ichiata around in the process. The ghost hands are quickly crushing Ichiata, making it hard for him to escape. He then attempts to teleport... Failure. He tries again... Failure. Just when he thought the things would suffocate him the third try he makes it out of the grapple, reappearing a good thirty or fourty feet behind Viktor. He breathes heavily a few times but is quickly battle able.
Silently but quickly Ichiata moves over to Viktor, hoping he is unaware of his presence. When he finally is in swords reach of Viktor he swings his wicked blade five times, forming what looks like a demonic symbol on Viktor's back (your call if it succeeds).
((Even though the flames won't hurt Ichiata, the melting floor might catch him off guard.))
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Oh, sorry. The hands just deal his touch attack damage ('bout the same as a longsword) plus a random disease.
When Viktor pounces the demon believes Viktor is attacking him and readies a bolt of hellfire but then sees Viktor is helping him by pushing him out of the way. Helping him? It seems so... Ichiata grunts when he pushes Viktor off his body but Ichiata does nothing more to Viktor other than thanking him for now. Ichiata stretches his wings to get the feel of flight before he takes off to attack 11-31.
"Your off my "slay first" list for the moment..."
Ichiata races over to 11-31 with outstanding speed and uses his gained momentum to ram into 11-31's left side and then uses telekinesis to push 11-31 into an oncoming geyser.
Ichiata's attack takes 11-31 by suprise, but the effect of a humanoid ramming into 3 tons of iron is not very impressive. The telekinesis also works, but 11-31's metal face seems to smile. "Sorry Ichiata, but heat is not the best weapon against an iron golem who is healed by flame." 11-31 sends a wall of flame through Ichiata toward Victor. He uses the attack as cover to fly into melee with Ichiata.
Ichiata goes through the fire with no pain and takes a sharp U-turn to face 11-31. He then casts hellfire storm centered on 11-31 to prevent him from charging at his attacker (your call if the attack succeeds). Ichiata then glides over to 11-31 only feet away from the ground, sword drawn and when he is in swords reach of 11-31 Ichiata brings his sword down, up, left, right, down again and then finally a diagonal swipe.
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I'm not seeing anything under either Construct Traits or Harm that says 11-31 wouldn't be affected. Although I'm kinda confused by "Constructs are immune to necromancy effects." Does it mean the whole spell school, or just stuff like being animated? "Cuz if it's the whole school, then you're right, but otherwise...
EDIT: Oh, and my bad. If you want to discuss this further, I suggest PMs. People are here to read about awesome fights, not rules clarifications.
EDIT: Oh, and my bad. If you want to discuss this further, I suggest PMs. People are here to read about awesome fights, not rules clarifications.
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Yes they are Immune to necromancy and golems are immune to any spell that allows spell resistance (Harm does allow spell resistance, so I think greater harm would also).
Yes they are Immune to necromancy and golems are immune to any spell that allows spell resistance (Harm does allow spell resistance, so I think greater harm would also).
"And a braggy ignorant iron golem needing fire to survive! I would find the idea very insulting to other iron golems since they live just fine without fire but you have to use fire just to keep steady in a battle. Tell Orcus its insulting to use undead, he'll rip your head off. And you have to take your fire abilities for granted and rely on them constantly. Take that and shove it up your metallic-"
But just before Ichiata was to end his provocative insult a kick delivered by a rather large iron golem hits him square in the chest. Though his natural defences keep him steady he can't help but to be in considerable pain and equally annoyed.
Ichiata regains focus just in time to dodge a majority of swipes (?) but the last few get the best of him and several gashes open up his flesh, pouring divine blood all over Ichiata. Again, Ichiata's natural defences take care of the wounds and he can't help but to get even more annoyed with the golem.
A dark grin dances across Ichiata's as he points a finger at 11-31, attempting another telekinesis on 11-31 but instead of flinging him in a remote direction he aims for Viktor. Ichiata shouts to Viktor as if he just used a violent sonic spell to deliver the message.
"Viktor, CATCH!!"
With that Ichiata sends 11-31 hurdling towards Viktor.
((Viktor better know how to use telekinesis! Oh and NN1 you decide if Ichiata's attack succeeds.))
Spell Immunity right. How could Viktor keep forgetting about that? That's what got him killed... sorta... last time. Well, this time the lich would have to worry less about that and more about the fi- no, no, that is just like last time, too. Only more of it.
Okay, Viktor thinks, keeping his watch on the fight. It doesn't look much like anyone's tactics have changed since last time. Not in theory, anyway. Looks like I get to mix things up a bit.
Viktor cracks his knuckles, and streams of negative energy course from his fingers up to his chest. His hands whipping back into fists, the lich widens his stance, planting his feet firmly in the dust. He crosses his arms over his chest, dark energy crackling along their lengths ominously. As though pulling against a great force, Viktor brings his arms to down to his wait pointing forwards. A ghostly noise fills the air, the sound of hundreds of voices chanting unintelligibly. The warriors feel something strange... something cold...
Without warning, a sound like thunder cracks. A streak of black energy races faster than the eye can follow from Viktor's position. Before any can react, the lich is floating in front of 11-31 for only a split second; but just long enough for the golem to see the malicious grin spread across his face.
The lich slams into the burning construct with unholy strength. Pressing forwards, the soul-numbing cold fights against the roaring flames.
EDIT
Well. That was... fitting.
"I don't think you should talk, Ichiata. You need to slay a room full of people to get through a battle. We all have our resources we use to fight. Just think of me as a spellcaster that can take a few direct hits from hellfire without slowing down, which many spellcasters cannot do." 11-31 ignores the spell and continues his assault. The ground beneath the combatants is molten due to 11-31's flames.
OOC
You can start a fight with anyone whenever you want, just role play challenging them and they will likely except. You can even fight while another battle is in progress. Currently, Skraal, Ichiata, Victor and 11-31 are fighting in a four way battle.
OOC ..whens a fight I can join gonna start?
You can start a fight with anyone whenever you want, just role play challenging them and they will likely except. You can even fight while another battle is in progress. Currently, Skraal, Ichiata, Victor and 11-31 are fighting in a four way battle.
"I have not used one soul in this battle and don't intend to"
By using a greater teleport Ichiata vanishes in a puff of smoke and to take his place...
Out of nowhere a ghostly whisper can be heard... Then two... Then four... Then eight... Before long the whispers sound more like a rush of ice cold water being poured on red hot lava. But while those whisperings went on a large obsidian form rose from nearby lava.
The beast looked like it was composed entirely of obsidian and iron. All of its body was covered in spikes and ridges except on its shoulderblades one huge horn sticks out diagonally. Its head had two squinted fires for eyes, a snoutlike muzzle, an open, gaping mouth full of dagger-like teeth, spines going down the beast's large neck and down its tail, and spikes on its sides. Its chest was composed of iron plated with obsidian with two spikes on both its shoulders. The beast had two large arms ending in jagged swords half as long as its arms. On its thigh was several rusted iron plates acting like a tasset. It had bird legs ending in vicious talons and two small spikes on the top of its talons. To finish this monster's demonic form what looks like small pillars of lava are on its back and seem to make him move.
The beast's titanic roar quakes the entire area, making everyone uneasy as they are knocked around and falling to their knees. Then the beast then charges at 11-31, swinging its collosal sword-arms at rocks, geysers, and any large debri that just so happens to be in it's path. Then it reaches 11-31... It attepts to slam into 11-31 before bringing its blades into 11-31's shoulders.
Spoiler
Black; Master of Shadows, Light, and Darkness
Male Human
True Neutral
Fighter/sorcerer/spell sovereign/various templates
Black is a tall man completely covered in black clothing except a white ebony mask and a gray cloak. You see a Yin Yang symbol inscribed into a small coin that hangs around his neck. His only other armor is a bottle of ashes that hangs from the same chain as the Yin Yang symbol. He appears to flicker at all times even when he is in light. His only other distinguishable features are black, gray, and white tassels that hang from all openings in the robe and his cloak has tassels at he end of it.
Black seems to carry only a bastard sword (uses blood/souls to fuel its powers to cut through anything and several other hidden abilities) and two modified long swords (they can slash and pierce with no penalty) at first glance. On close examination he seems to carry a heavy crossbow, a mace and chain (weightless to him and it expands when he wants it to) a bottle of souls, a box of insects, five pints of his allies’ blood, and a sphere that continually changes colors (count as prismatic sphere). If someone uses detect magic, they notice his cloak radiates incorporeal energy, his mask radiates positive energy, and his robe radiates negative energy. These items allow him to mold shadows, light, and darkness to his will.
Black has sworn to slay Ichiata to prove his allies were not weaklings. He has his allies’ spirits following him, but they don’t do anything besides follow him around and warn him. He can tap into their former powers due to the ashes and the Yin yang symbol. He also will prove he could’ve kept his friends’ promise to Lady Dusque to slay Ichiata. However, he must slay or force lady Dusque to surrender later. Along with K’zert being one of his other targets for freeing the lady from shackles.
Male Human
True Neutral
Fighter/sorcerer/spell sovereign/various templates
Black is a tall man completely covered in black clothing except a white ebony mask and a gray cloak. You see a Yin Yang symbol inscribed into a small coin that hangs around his neck. His only other armor is a bottle of ashes that hangs from the same chain as the Yin Yang symbol. He appears to flicker at all times even when he is in light. His only other distinguishable features are black, gray, and white tassels that hang from all openings in the robe and his cloak has tassels at he end of it.
Black seems to carry only a bastard sword (uses blood/souls to fuel its powers to cut through anything and several other hidden abilities) and two modified long swords (they can slash and pierce with no penalty) at first glance. On close examination he seems to carry a heavy crossbow, a mace and chain (weightless to him and it expands when he wants it to) a bottle of souls, a box of insects, five pints of his allies’ blood, and a sphere that continually changes colors (count as prismatic sphere). If someone uses detect magic, they notice his cloak radiates incorporeal energy, his mask radiates positive energy, and his robe radiates negative energy. These items allow him to mold shadows, light, and darkness to his will.
Black has sworn to slay Ichiata to prove his allies were not weaklings. He has his allies’ spirits following him, but they don’t do anything besides follow him around and warn him. He can tap into their former powers due to the ashes and the Yin yang symbol. He also will prove he could’ve kept his friends’ promise to Lady Dusque to slay Ichiata. However, he must slay or force lady Dusque to surrender later. Along with K’zert being one of his other targets for freeing the lady from shackles.
IC I walked up to the regestration area and said" I would like to join a fight in progress" and then I handed the puny koblold 10 coins..
"Wait sir! The fight in progress is one of old rivals, so I don't think you will be welcomed. We also don't normally accept late entries!"
((The kobold told you to wait, because it is generally not allowed to jump into a fight half way through. If you could jump in half-way, then it would be easy to jump in during the end and beat an already weakened foe.))
OOC...oh.
IC I leered at the kobold.. I sent him a telpathic message promising I'll kill him some day then..I looked for room to stay in..I found one to my liking.
"You can watch the fight, even though you can't participate. And please, refrain from death threats to members of the Grey Guild, as we have snipers aiming for your head." He says this in a cheery tone, as if he merely stating a fact instead of threatening the newcomer.
IC " You forget Kobold I'm undead plus I'm a lich..your snipers kill me I'll come back...and when I do I'll have an undead leigon backing me up" I said telpepthicly.
"A few days is more than enough to find a small box with a group of powerful sorcerers using magical means, but I see no reason it has to come to that. Do you want any food or drink while you wait?"
IC "Who says its a box and who says it isn't in heavily defended fortress with more then a million undead gurding it?" I said telepathicly..then I said out loud "I don't eat of drink thanks for the offer though".
toad
Jakel isn't the only one who knows you. I do. Remember the kobold?
Draginja
Forgot about you.....sorry bout that. Nerdnumber also knows who I'm talking about, except he isn't playing that character.
Also, once someone takes the man in the tavern thread to the stonemason, or tells him no onw knows where he is, Black will return....
Also, once someone takes the man in the tavern thread to the stonemason, or tells him no onw knows where he is, Black will return....
Kerri walks over to Necros. "Easy, sailor. You don't have to threaten the little people. If you want to fight, I'd be happy to oblige." Kerri deposits 10 gold bottle caps on the counter. "Fight me, if you want some fun."toadJakel isn't the only one who knows you. I do. Remember the kobold?
Viktor impacts the stone, but does not stop instantly. Instead his velocity carves a tunnel into the slab, and he stops dead in the middle. And all is silent for a time.
The sound of cracking ice rings across the battlefield. The obsidian slab explodes; icy shards pelt the landscape, but melt quickly in the intense heat generated by the lava. Viktor stands alone in the ruins of the huge rock. His coat is torn to almost nothing; the lich discards it.
The only living things that Viktor can see are the summoned beasts. Where are the rest? He'd better figure it out fast before-
"Ergh!" Viktor doubles over, clutching his chest. Pain!?
The lich pulls himself back upright. The pain was only for a moment- But the fact that he felt pain at all... something isn't right. He'll have to beat 11-31 quickly.
The beast looks down on the charging elementals, its head making a large crraackk!! as it grinds against its neck. The beast lets loose another ear-blasting roar which blows away smaller elementals and shatters the rock the elementals stand on, making it life-threatening to move around on but that didn't stop the determined elementals.
The beast then charges at the elementals, knocking the first few ranks of the lot out of the way and flailing its blades around which ends the lifes of several unlucky elementals. When the thing is done knocking the smaller elementals around two huge elementals appear in a creek of magma right before the beast, slamming their limbs into the beast.
Though the fire had no affect on the monster the slams splintered it and gave it something to moan about. But then a string of lava connected to the beast's right arm makes a sharp turn to the left, bringing the sword right into a huge fire elemental's side and knocking the elemental to the ground. The left arm repeats the process to the right, knocking the other elemental down to the ground. Then the beast finishes the two elementals with a blast of obisidan, iron, fire, and debri from its mouth.
The beast thinks he's finished with the elementals and continues it's search for that golem but an enormous swarm of small elementals raised from several hundreds of geysers surrounds and rips apart the monstrosity which screeches in pain. A little before the beast is turned into landscaping on this depressing land it lets loose another ground-shaking roar so strong that it literally and completely rips apart the flying elementals and sends the elementals on the ground into a fissure which closes right after the bellow ends.
The beast is severely weakened but still battle-able.
Kerri pulls a kunai from her belt, then pulls a tag out of her shirt. Attaching the tag to the kunai, she throws it at Necros, accompanied by three shuriken. Upon striking Necros, the tag begins the burn, exploding when it is completly burnt.
Underneath the great beast the ground explodes, sending deadly shards of rock and searing flames at the beast. "You are making this too easy Ichiata." The voice seems to come from everywere at once. A few large elementals appear from the explosion and charge whatever is left of the beast.
The shrapnel and flames that shot out of the explosion does little harm to the monster but the shrapnel does rip into the beast's legs and lower waist. When the smoke clears the beast spots large elementals attacking its shins It takes out the first two with a simple kick, sending them going an ungodly distance, then It finishes the other few with a blast of firey rock, iron shards, and smoke.
Then the monster looks down at Viktor, letting loose another terrifying bellow to knock Viktor down. Then the beast frantically searches for 11-31...
11-31 flies out of the ground to ram the monster from behind. His once damaged body now glistens as if it were forged and polished yesterday. "All that time, I was healing while you wasted time. With the power to disapear and heal, this battle is mine." He ignites himself in bright flame as he fights the beast.
Most of the attacks hit, but seem to have less effect than they should. 11-31 seems to be enjoying the challenge. "If you keep this up, I'll have to take more drastic measures." 11-31's arm turns molen and reforms as a long blade ((think full-metal alchemist)) and he starts to viciously attack. A strange voice comes to the minds of those arround 11-31. It hisses hungerly, "Burn, BURN!" It is obvious that it is not 11-31.
11-31 scrapes at its ankles and taking off fair chunks of obsidian as well but the abomination does not show much pain but several high pitched screeches emerge from it's never-closing mouth.
The beast attempts to grapple 11-31 (your call if it succeeds) and throw him into Viktor following him a blaring roar.
If the monster fails to grapple 11-31 it will bring it's blade arms crashing into 11-31 and then another tail sweep to knock 11-31 prone. Then it will attempt to stomp on 11-31 before finishing its attack with an attempt to put two rather blunt sword ends into 11-31's chest.
11-31 is flung, but is able to recover and take flight. He flies straight for the beast's neck. His flames grow stronger and the voice grows louder. "Burn, Burn, BURN!" 11-31's eyes start to glow red.
The beast has been watching 11-31 and expected an attack but not a powerful one...
The beast brought it's sword-arm directly into the middle of 11-31 hoping it would put an end to this pesky machine once and for all. But it didn't turn out as planned...
11-31 broke through a large portion of the monster's blade, making the beast screech atrociously which was almost as bad as the beast's roar. Now, with the monster unable to defend itself 11-31 charges into the neck, literally ripping through the monster and knocking its head clean off its body.
The head, while falling screeches one more time before the lava that was its eyes turns to obsidian and the head crashes down into the ground, making an unnecassarily large cloud of obsidian that obscures vision and produces small slices on one's skin. The headless monster's 'marionette strings' also turn into pobsidian and its neck begins to spew molten rock, producing a fountain of lava which dissolves the rest of the beast's massive body and likely heals up 11-31.
Well done, junkheep...
Ichiata reappears a few hundred feet away from 11-31 Sword draw, Ichiata beckons 11-31 to strike him.
Not quite impressive, 11-31. But I guess those are the only tricks you can do-- shoot bits of rock at me, summon weak elementals, throw bolts of fire, and ignorantly taunt me.... Eh figures.
Ichiata while airborne, shouts a few words in abyssal into the gloomy sky and a strangely familiar Sccrreyyah! rattles the arena.
Out of a distant portal comes an enormous bat crossed with an acidic frog. His nasty form consists of an oval body containing an overly large mouth full of half-foot needles all oozing a strange sickly pus, Two black eyes that look more like pitch black balls of darkness, rugged black spines going down its back and onto a tail full of tiny bristles, bat wings twice the size of the body and has more than enough films of ooze on its ripped flaps of skin, and two long legs with bulky black claws that secrete the same pus on his teeth. The thing can only be described as a dire bat with obvious demonic heritage.
The bat looks at Ichiata for a moment who makes strange gestures and the bat responds by soaring over the battlefield, checking for the hiding golem and spitting globs of acid at everything it considers shiny (which is almost everything).
Ichiata then throws several bolts of hellfire at Viktor, just for fun.
Kerri raises an eyebrow at Necros's trick. "Illusions? I know a way to find you..." Kerri throws six shuriken at Necros. One at each copy, with 2 thrown at the one in the center.
IC "Tsk tsk" I said..I then cast wall of force to stop the Shuriken from hittng their targets. "You forget I'm a Wizard and an Archmage." I said.
Kerri holds her hands in front of her and concentrates for a moment. The shuriken fly back to her hands, and she stashes them back in her shirt. "Ah. Well I won't be making that mistake, again." Kerri leaps into the air (double jumping if need be) and jumps over the wall of force. She lands behind Necros, her Fuuma unslung. She flings the Fuuma at one of the Necros copies. ((If it is just an illusion, the Fuuma will boomerang around to strike the next in the series before returning to Kerri's hand.))
IC "Ah well every good tactic must come to an end" I said before teleporting to the other side of the arena.
Kerri glares at Necros. "Stop moving around! How can I hit you if you don't stay still?" Silver Kerri steps out, leaving Red Kerri seething. "I'll give some air support. Attack him from the ground." SK sprouts wings of light and draws a long black staff from her shirt. The head pulls back, revealing a yellow gem. "Come here, you miserable cretin!" As RK charges toward Necros (vaulting the wall of force) she flings her Fuuma at one of the clones. (If they are gone, she aims at Necros). Meanwhile, SK takes aim and fires three bolts of yellow energy from the staff.
((What about the clones? Did they teleport too, or are they gone?))
Kerri glares at Necros. "Stop moving around! How can I hit you if you don't stay still?" Silver Kerri steps out, leaving Red Kerri seething. "I'll give some air support. Attack him from the ground." SK sprouts wings of light and draws a long black staff from her shirt. The head pulls back, revealing a yellow gem. "Come here, you miserable cretin!" As RK charges toward Necros (vaulting the wall of force) she flings her Fuuma at one of the clones. (If they are gone, she aims at Necros). Meanwhile, SK takes aim and fires three bolts of yellow energy from the staff.
OOC The clones remain and they did not teleport,
IC "There are Two of you? Hardly fair..." I said, "Your not the only one who can call in help" I said before summoning 4 Earth Elementals to protect me..then I take aim at SK and fire Bolts of green ligting from my staff at her.
As RK's Fuuma sticks into one of the elementals, the chain retracts suddenly, sending RK flying towards it. She aims a flying kick for Necros as she approaches him...
SK sees the bolts of energy and tries to put up a shield. The first bolt hits, knocking her out of the way of the next one. A transparent blue bubble surroundes her, absorbing the bolts of energy. As she lands, the shield disappears, and the yellow gem on her staff pulls back, a red gem taking it's place. She points the staff at Necros, and 10 red beads fly towards the elementals, exploding on impact...
((Actually there are only two: Red and Silver. When combined they make regular Kerri. It is now Necros vs RK & SK.))
As RK's Fuuma sticks into one of the elementals, the chain retracts suddenly, sending RK flying towards it. She aims a flying kick for Necros as she approaches him...
SK sees the bolts of energy and tries to put up a shield. The first bolt hits, knocking her out of the way of the next one. A transparent blue bubble surroundes her, absorbing the bolts of energy. As she lands, the shield disappears, and the yellow gem on her staff pulls back, a red gem taking it's place. She points the staff at Necros, and 10 red beads fly towards the elementals, exploding on impact...
OOC Oh
IC "My Elementals!!..no matter" I said before firing 2 fireballs RK and 2 at SK.
As the fireballs approach SK, she crouches down, right before the fireballs hit. As the smoke and fire clear, Necros can see her standing inside her blue bubble, unharmed. Her wings and shield disappear, accompanied by a soft BANG. She holds her head, momentarily dazed...
RK, unable to stop her flying kick, gets hit by the first fireball (which probably singes Necros this close to him...). As she flys backwards, the second hits her, sending into the wall of force. She lays on the ground for a few seconds, before staggering back to her feet. Son of a b***h..." She pulls a black onyx dagger from her belt, and stabs herself in the arm with it. She winces than laughes as some of her burns heal up. She throws a shuriken at Necros which eplodes into shards of ice and lightning a few feet in front of Necros...
As the fireballs approach SK, she crouches down, right before the fireballs hit. As the smoke and fire clear, Necros can see her standing inside her blue bubble, unharmed. Her wings and shield disappear, accompanied by a soft BANG. She holds her head, momentarily dazed...
IC "Ack and this is my good robe!!!" I said as one of my fireballs singes me, I see the Shards of ice and lighting heading towards me, I summon anthour elemental which take the shards ment for me, "Nice try" I say before shooting a beam of pure necromatic energy at SK and RK.
RK gets hit, but is not sent backwards as she is against the wall of force. She crouches down, and purple lightning arcs across her body. She stands back up, drastically changed. Her hair has turned a light gray, and her skin is the color of ashes. She stares at Necros with pitch black eyes, and her fingers have sprouted long black claws. She places her hands together, and a ball of purple lightning forms between them. She thrusts her hands forward, the lightning taking on a bola-like shape as it tears through all obstacles to reach Necros...
SK shakes her head and prepares to fight, when Necros's ray hits her square in the chest. She is sent flying off her feet, landing just a few feet away from the arena wall. She stands up, and lifts a few feet into the air. A blue light shines on her from the sky, and she lands on her feet looking refreshed. She picks up her staff, the head revealing a blue gem. She fires a bolt of blue electricity at Necros...
RK gets hit, but is not sent backwards as she is against the wall of force. She crouches down, and purple lightning arcs across her body. She stands back up, drastically changed. Her hair has turned a light gray, and her skin is the color of ashes. She stares at Necros with pitch black eyes, and her fingers have sprouted long black claws. She places her hands together, and a ball of purple lightning forms between them. She thrusts her hands forward, the lightning taking on a bola-like shape as it tears through all obstacles to reach Necros...
IC "epp!!!" I said before raising a Wall of Green Fire to protect me.
The purple lightning tears through the green fire, striking Necros. As more purple lightning arcs through RK, she suddenly doules in size, and charges, her hands raised like claws...
SK stashes her staff, then bows her head and concentrates for a moment. Four bolts of blue lightning come out of the sky and strike her, but shes does not move. Soon, white beads of energy flow from the lightning into her body. When it stops, her eyes momentarily glow pure white before returning to silver. She pulls two ninjato from her shirt and charges Necros...
The purple lightning tears through the green fire, striking Necros. As more purple lightning arcs through RK, she suddenly doules in size, and charges, her hands raised like claws...
IC "ACK!!!" I say as the lighting strikes me..."Thats it no more mr nice guy" I say "Come my minions rise for your master let your evil shine, Yes fly ever faster!!!!" I say as a Huge swram of glowing green bats arise from the crystel atop my staff, "attack my minions!!!" I say as the swarm of bats heads for SK and RK.
SK flings one of her ninjato at Necros, then activates her shield. The bats that strike the shield flare with blue lightning and die. SK drops her shield to throw her second ninjato...
((All of the bats are dead now, alright?))
As the bats swarm her, RK slams her hands together, crushing many of the bats. She shrinks back to normal size, and slams her fist into the ground. Purple lightning arcs upwards, obliterating several more bats. As she stands, RK flares with lightning, and is returned to normal...
SK flings one of her ninjato at Necros, then activates her shield. The bats that strike the shield flare with blue lightning and die. SK drops her shield to throw her second ninjato...
((All of the bats are dead now, alright?))
OOC Okay good job by the way....let see how you handle a shapechange spell MAWHAAHA err sorry bout that,...
IC "My minions!!!! ack thats it" I say before whispering somthing..with that a huge green beam strikes me from the sky..when the beam stops it revals that I had traansformend into a Adult Red Dragon..."Now lets see how you deal with the powers of fire!!!!" I roar as I breath fire towards SK and RK.
OOC Is the dragon thing too much?
((The dragon transformation is just fine, you should see what Vicros did in his last battle.))
OOC and what praytell did he do?
"Ah, fudgepops..." SK's eyes turn white and her hands are sheathed in white energy. Pointing at Necros, his eyes begin to glow with the brightness of the sun, most likely blinding him. As she returns to normal, she sprouts her wings and activates her shield, flying behind the wall of force. She becomes "human" again, then merges with RK, leaving regular Kerri safely behind the wall of force...
"Oh f***berries..." RK does a double jump to back flip over the wall of force, landing safely behind it. Her eyes turn black and her hands are sheathed in black energy. Darkness and shadows begin to fill a portion of the arena, partially envolping Necros's hind legs. As she returns to normal, she reaches into her shirt and pulls out a glass bottle. She double jumps to reach over the wall of force and throws the bottle into the darkness, where a faint shattering can be heard...
"Ah, fudgepops..." SK's eyes turn white and her hands are sheathed in white energy. Pointing at Necros, his eyes begin to glow with the brightness of the sun, most likely blinding him. As she returns to normal, she sprouts her wings and activates her shield, flying behind the wall of force. She becomes "human" again, then merges with RK, leaving regular Kerri safely behind the wall of force...
IC I fly upwards to avoid whatever was thrown into the darkness..I then use my eye that wasn't blinded (though my vision in that eye was spotty) to spot Kerri I breath fire towards her.
As the flames char the area behind the wall, Necros notices Kerri has vanished. He can faintly see something just entering the dark area, but suddenly red beads fly at him from all direction, each one exploding on contact with Necros.
OOC Ouch.
IC Roaring in pain I barly had enough to time to mumble somthing and land The same green beam envolped me returing me to normal. "Well played well played" I said before sending bolt after bolt of lighting at Kerri.
SK has Dar's staff out, with the gem now purple. RK shoots her a sideways look, and SK manipulates a dial on the staff's side. A ball of gray lightning forms on the end of the staff, which SK then fires into the darkness, causing a large burst of lightning to completly envolop the darkness...
"Thank you" Necros hears RK's voice behind him just before he feels a sharp pain as RK plunges her Fuuma into his spine. She flings the Fuuma backwards, seending Necros flying into the darkness. As he lands in the darkness he hears a low growl and a massive creature he can not fully see begins to claw and bite him...
SK has Dar's staff out, with the gem now purple. RK shoots her a sideways look, and SK manipulates a dial on the staff's side. A ball of gray lightning forms on the end of the staff, which SK then fires into the darkness, causing a large burst of lightning to completly envolop the darkness...
OOc Even more ouch...your nearly beat me there.
IC I telported out of the darkness and away from the creature though wounded very badly, I used some negitive enregy based spells to heal me self "You'll pay for that you'll pay dearly!!!" I said As I summonud 4 Iron golems to guards me and made a magic forcefelid to protect me and my golems
...
RK and SK look at each other in awe. They then merge into Kerri. Kerri glows faintly blue, then claps her hands over her head. Moving VERY fast, Kerri splits again, with purple lightning coming from the ground and hitting RK, then black beads channel from the lightning into RK. As RK ans SK slow back down, RK transforms again. She prepares another lightning bola, and proceeds to throw four in quick succession before changing back to normal. SK grows wings and flys over Necros. Blue light shines on her, and then begins to shine on Necros. As the light touches Necros, he can feel positive energy flowing through him, causing him pain...
OOC The magic forcefeild will absorb some of the postive energy
IC The positve enregy hurt but the forcefeild helped take the edge out of it...I began to chant "Come my minions rise once agian with number's uncountable!!" with that many mnay glowing green bats came out of my staff nearly blotting out the sun..
OOC they are alot of bats out there around 2000 or more
Necros is the winner!
Aftermath
A shadowy figure walks over to the two Kerris and picks them both up. "Two minds..." a deep voice rasps from under his hood, "one body." He vanishes, leaving no trace of either Kerri or her equipment.
"That does it! Give me the damn staff!" RK takes Dar's staff from SK, and the purple gem is revealed. She then twists the dial on the side. "What are you doing?!?" "Ending this fight..." "Are you crazy? We won't survive that kind of blast!" "Yeah, but I'm aiming at the rookie. Which means he'll die first, and for a few nanoseconds, we will enjoy glorius victory!" "You're insane!" "Yeah, but we're a ninja. We have a slight chance of surviving this." RK charges up the staff, the ball of gray lightning soon becoming larger than she is. "Adios, muchacho. Adios..." Firing the ball, it explodes into a huge ball of lightning. An explosion occurs, then forms into a mushroom cloud. It soon resembles a hand with the middle finger sticking up, before diminishing entirely. Necros stands alone, his forcefield gone, his golems destroyed, and for some reason he has no left arm, but he still stands. RK and SK both lie on the ground, not moving...
Necros is the winner!AftermathA shadowy figure walks over to the two Kerris and picks them both up. "Two minds..." a deep voice rasps from under his hood, "one body." He vanishes, leaving no trace of either Kerri or her equipment.
He then stands up and walks off to find the referee and asks her if she can arrange for a fight in a room full of statues of warriors from the past. Afterwards, he begins meditating on his mat again.
As you exit, you see Black toss a card at you that has golden letters and is written in flowing script," Congratulations on your win, later I wish to have the honor of fighting you in the arena. I will see if I can pick an arena that will show you history and some of my abilities."
He then stands up and walks off to find the referee and asks her if she can arrange for a fight in a room full of statues of warriors from the past. Afterwards, he begins meditating on his mat again.
IC I exmaine the card..then I go to the place I found to stay..an old chamber in the arena I had already made myself at home I even had a magical lab set up..along with 4 Iron Golem guards...
OOC just a little friendly spying.
((OOC: his two friends and his master know his abilities, except I don't think they would tell you seeing as the two friends have had a modified soul bind on them....and his master's body is nowhere to be found.))
You find out is that he had a master and two friends at one time, and that they are now dead. You also find out that his master only taught him and his friends a small amount before being assassinated. Besides that you only gain small amounts of information about how powerful he is from the the Stubborn Dragon's inn(the information his friends leaked out, which some of it is false), but no one alive knows his powers.
((OOC: his two friends and his master know his abilities, except I don't think they would tell you seeing as the two friends have had a modified soul bind on them....and his master's body is nowhere to be found.))
IC I had all in all learned very little about his powers..that was somthing that needed to change, When my minions returned 9 of them went back into the crystel I stopped one from entering and said "Minion go spy idrecly on Black follow him..perhaps that will reval some of his powers..if you are spotted return here immedently" I said as my glowing green at minion rentered the portal.
OOC Your Charector is very mysterious isn't he?
Even though Black sees the minion he just ignores it and slips the list into his hidden pouch. He then pulls out his two modified long swords and begins chanting in the strange language and you notice that two robed ghosts appear and seem to be conversing with him...."So you have succeeded in placing the items as I wished? Good, now my other plan can get started and yes I did notice that creature watching me, but he won't stand much chance against me." You notice he starts grinding some strange leaves that seem to glow white with some leaves that glow black and some leaves that glow gray. He then begins a new chant that chills the souls of everyone that hears it besides him and his two robed allies. Then the two robed allies disappear again. You then notice that a large amount of energy is radiating from the crushed leaves as he creates a strange potion with them. "A nice day for creating potions and preparing for battle." He then pulls out a potion that is a sickly green color and seems to have bits of rotten flesh and fragments of bone floating in it and pours it on a rock changing the rock into twenty extremely small undead bats. "Fly my allies and seek out the watcher and the statues of my friends!" He then seems to fall asleep as the bats fly away.
((there are reasons no one knows his abilities.....one of which is that he used to live in a secluded mountain range......))
Even though Black sees the minion he just ignores it and slips the list into his hidden pouch. He then pulls out his two modified long swords and begins chanting in the strange language and you notice that two robed ghosts appear and seem to be conversing with him...."So you have succeeded in placing the items as I wished? Good, now my other plan can get started and yes I did notice that creature watching me, but he won't stand much chance against me." You notice he starts grinding some strange leaves that seem to glow white with some leaves that glow black and some leaves that glow gray. He then begins a new chant that chills the souls of everyone that hears it besides him and his two robed allies. Then the two robed allies disappear again. You then notice that a large amount of energy is radiating from the crushed leaves as he creates a strange potion with them. "A nice day for creating potions and preparing for battle." He then pulls out a potion that is a sickly green color and seems to have bits of rotten flesh and fragments of bone floating in it and pours it on a rock changing the rock into twenty extremely small undead bats. "Fly my allies and seek out the watcher and the statues of my friends!" He then seems to fall asleep as the bats fly away.
OOC I'm assuming I'm the watcher he spoke of..
IC "Get out of there you damned fool!!!!" I screamned telpathicly into my minions mind...it of course obeyed. as soon as my minion was through I closed the portal to keep anyone from following..I then sealed the door and chanted "Come my minons rise for your master let your evil shine!! yes fly ever faster!!!" as soon as the chant was finished eoughly 25 of my minions appeared..I ordered them to attack anyone undead bat or anything else that does not seem normal that attempted to enter my lair.
OOC...Yes Necro can be a little well parinoid at times...
Gnome's thoughts
As he looks down, a diminuative figure dressed in black appears on his shoulder. A figure in white appears on his other shoulder. what the? The figure in black appears confused. how did I get here? Hey! We made it back! All I had to do was kill one freakin' gnome?! Cool! I have an idea... Both figures suddenly leap into the gnome's head. "YARR!" Suddenly, the gnome is enveloped in blue and purple lightning, which when it stops leaves an entirely new person. A humanoid female dressed all in black (including facemask), with metallic pink hair, one red eye, and one silver eye. A large Fuuma is strapped to her back, with a chain wrapped around her arm.
He walks to the desk and drops ten golden coins with an unfamiliar stamp on the desk. "Just write me down as Gankit Greatslash." He looks up and grins. This is all metal filed teeth, his real ones being hid behind the enchanted maw.
(Basically Ayik-Ayik((from number 1)) retired and had a family)
ruler
yes, you are the watcher, though ten went for you and ten went searching for the statues.
ruleryes, you are the watcher, though ten went for you and ten went searching for the statues.
(Did I mention all his gear is black, sorry.)
((The reason he wanted it to cool down is that he is wearing a black robe, which absorbs a lot of heat and heats him up a lot.))
OOC TheCrazyDM is that door you just came through mine?
(No but I do work the shadows too)
OOC I don't understand your statment could clear it up a little?
(It means it wasn't your door. But I was just saying as a side note that I do shadow magic too. In fact I somewhat follow a god of shadow.)
OOC Oh..now I understand thank you for clearing that up..
IC In my labortory I was wrking on anmthour staff this one with a strange crystel atop it a half red/half sliver crystel it function was much like my staff main functian..the user can call upon bat minions...in this staffs case that bats would be red and sliver as soon as I was finished I ordered 6 of my bat minions to take it to..Kerri on of the best oppents I had ever faced.
attached to this staff was a note
This staff prefroms as my staff does it summons bat minions in your case red and sliver ones. I hope you enjoy using this staff.
Sincerly Necro
OOC Kerri, yes he feels kinda bad your charector was killed now that their back he want to make ammends.
Black wakes up and pulls out black clay from his pocket and mold it into a good sized bird. "Fly my ally and watch both the ground and the skies for attacks." he then pulls out the two bloody statues and performs a ritual which makes the statues able to summon the two cloaked statues and afterwards puts them away. "One bird to see the skies while a kobold protects the ground....looks like i have nothing that is hidden yet....Ah yes, I could always use them, but they are unpredictable with those quick changes......guess I'll have to risk it." Black pulls out two ceremonial daggers and begins chanting over them and as he does, two wisps of smoke trail from the statue and cover him completely in smoke.
I look foward to fighting you in the arena Black this staff prefroms as mine does it allows you to summon bat minions in your case they glow black.
Sincerly The Watcher
OOC Necro's sending black the staff because he respects him and considers him a great oppenet to fight.
Gakit walks out of the door and looks around."Guess I'd better meet everyone round 'ere. Cept that chaos gal. Wou'na like to meet her inna dark alley."
He walks toward the arena stand's entrance
(just a reminder and a chance for roleplaying you forgot attack from UNDERground)
Gakit walks out of the door and looks around."Guess I'd better meet everyone round 'ere. Cept that chaos gal. Wou'na like to meet her inna dark alley."
He walks toward the arena stand's entrance
OOC ThecrazyDM thats true Black if I were you I'd animated a purple worm statue to guard the underground...
The kobold accepts the staff. Black remains in the meditating state.
Gakit knocks on Necro's door and is hit by a blow 20* the force from the golem "OW!" He says (howls actually). He hops about trying to figure out what's wrong with the door.
OOC..never mess with a shadow golem
IC I hear I howl outside my door I rush out staff at the ready with 2 Iron golems backing me up.
The lobby door slams open with a loud bang!, almost knocking it off its hinges and out of the night steps a menacing gargoyle. Vicros knows for sure who this rude beast is but not many others have a clue. The stone monster snarls and glances at all the lobby-goers.
The gargoyle has slate and granite head (which makes up most of his body) down. fiendish red eyes and a malicous smile, revealing stone spikes for teeth, and two horns jutting from its back maw, behind that are large elven ears with a silver earring in the left ear. As the stony appearence continues large stone wings protrude below the neck and a tail that looks like a devil's made of stone juts out of it's tailbone. It's clothing is primitive and barbaric, having only a stone shouldergaurd with a rusted metal chain around his chest and back and a large basalt tasset which goes far below his knees and a ripped a dirty robe below the tasset. He also wields a scythe which has a topaz shaft and a very thin, razor blade made of slate. The scythe's shaft also has several small bends and is rather crooked along with dirty cloths swathed around it.
"Vicros!"
He stops hopping around and says "Sorry for the commotion I wuz just trying to find some of the contestants to meet before the battles. I assume you're one of them."
He holds out his hand in greeting.
"Gakit Greatslash at your service."
rulerofDarkness
OOC and what praytell did he do?
The rooms ambient light gets darker. Vicros's shadow lengthens significantly and forms into the shape of giant bird. He then sinks into his shadow and the bird peels itself off the ground becoming solid. The bird roars at Adokul and reels back about to breath at him.
"I learned a few tricks that could annihilate the unprepared but nothing you can't handle. But I think your to self-confident to put any new spells in your book."
Adokul walks over to the roster, shoving through Vicros on his way over to drop off 10 gold coins and signs his name as "elite".
Hes still a happy-go-lucky kid trained by him dad. Hes still a kobold. this = small bordering on tiny
(Vicros look at previous page to see who Gakit is. By the way Ayik may still visit the arena.)
"I'm assuming you want to fight again."
He takes out 10 gp and levitates it over to the table.
Gakit looks suprised for about 0.2 seconds before a golem steps on him.
Hes still a happy-go-lucky kid trained by him dad. Hes still a kobold. this = small bordering on tiny
(Vicros look at previous page to see who Gakit is. By the way Ayik may still visit the arena.)
IC "oops" I said when one of golems stepped on a small kobold.."Sigh" I used a wish spelll to bring in back from the brink of death then asked" Alright who are you and what do you want?"
"I just wished to meet my opponents before I fought them in the arena." He holds out his hand in greeting.
he winces.
"I saw the gnome."
he winces.
IC "I happend to have minion passing through there...not pretty not pretty at all" I said
"Indeed, well to buisness. I challenge you to a battle tomorrow afternoon." (Do not be fooled by his size and age he is actually quite potently powerfull.)
(I need to go now sorry but i'll set something up for tomorrow round 5'ish)
"Indeed, well to buisness. I challenge you to a battle tomorrow afternoon." (Do not be fooled by his size and age he is actually quite potently powerfull.)
IC "Very well.." I said before heading back to my lair with golems.
Adokul heads down the dimly lit staircase, stumbling a few times due to his bad hand eye coordination. When he reaches the door Adokul smiles darkely and attempts to side kick the door down but ultimatly fails, knocking him on the ground. Adokul snarls, stands up, almost falling back down and opens the door normally.
"Damn these kobolds and their mechanical perfections. Get over here Vicros!"
"Let's see if you finished your training."
((Last post for today.))
The noise keeps going in Vicros mind that (likely, but your choice) is keeping his focus on Adokul very limited. Adokul then casts darkbolt at Vicros following that a shadowblast. Finally, to end his attack Adokul charges over to Vicros with his horns aiming for Vicors's chest.
((I'm logging now.....))
"Nice to meet you, Gakit, I'm Black, but even though you think my nickname is funny, don't underestimate me." He raises his hand and two robed ghosts appear by his side. "Meet the two of the only three people I trust.....of course, the third can kill me easily......He has quite a strike when he wants to.....So, I heard you have a fight with the owner of this room....care if I join in the fight and we make it a free-for-all?" Black says the last part loud enough the owner of the room hears him.
((I'm logging now.....))
IC "Ep!!!" I yelp to myself "Golems barricade the door and seal it tight!!!" I ordered my golems.
((The last one created a wall of force between Vicros and Adokul.))
Adokul growls loudly and makes a few hand gestures which creates another one of those strange gravity rifts locating under Vicros's incorporal body, the field ripping apart huge chunks of rock. Next Adokul sais a few arcane words and Vicros incorporality is disabled (Your call if it succeeds), leaving him to fall into the gravity rift.
Note
Thank you for the staff. It seems to have a fine craftsman's work done on it, but I must take my master's advice and return the staff. I will be sitting near the arena when you want to pick it up or if need be, it will come to you as this note does. As a fellow arena battler, you must understand my master's advice. I will learn if you try to assemble assasins to attack me or try to kill me in some way. I will be by the arena until we can arrange a battle time, and after that I will disappear until the battle.
PS: If I did anything that harmed you, tell me and I'll try to fix it.
PS: If I did anything that harmed you, tell me and I'll try to fix it.
A hunched figure comes in the door. Ten ichor slimed gold pieces are dropped on the table. He then slides down the corridor shoving past all in his way and leaving ichor that slowly eats at the floor, (even though it does nothing, sniff, WHERE HAS THE DESTRUCTION OF INNOCENT WALLS GONE)
he then oozes into his room.
The swarms surround Vicros like a black fog, preventing natural sight and light has no effect inside. Vicros can feel locusts all over him, some harmlessly biting while others actually hurt. If Vicros stays in the fgrenzy he will surely die.
Black returns to the hallway that leads to Necro's room and picks up the ebony hilt from the ground along with the paper. "Strange, no one wanted to take this for their own...guess its their misfortune and my luck." He quickly attaches it to his bastard sword and begins cleaning his blades as he walks back to his bamboo mat. "Strange, he didn't try to attack....its almost as if he felt pity for Necro.....(at this point, Black seems to start a conversation with himself) then again, I never told you to attack necro, just scare him a little...I did what needed to be done...well, you seem to really like Necro...I only did what you asked this time.....you seem to like him almost as much as your other students and me...my students and you I like on a professional basis....it doesn't seem professional to me, I mean you come at my every whim...I will not stand for this, do you question your master?..No, but you seem out of touch right now....I'm not out of touch, I'm in top condition except for the fact I must follow you around and correct your mistakes...Fine, be that way, you will miss out on a great battle if you anger me anymore.....Don't force me to take your body over again." Black just keeps walking as if this is normal for him.
IC I hear Black talking to some one outside in the hall...I send one of my bat minions to check it out..
He first teleports out of the spheres way, reappearing near Vicros, then creating an incredibly dense mass of opaque force and flings it at Vicros. Adokul then makes a few strange hand gestures and two light blue lines of force follow the dense force. To finish his attack Adokul swoops down towards Vicros and strikes him with a series of slashes.
((First beam of force is that spell that creates lethal force but empowered and the second spell was another force spell that deals subdual damage, deafens, and blinds the target
RK goes to talk to Black. "Is there some sort of problem here? No fighting goes on in the lobby. If you want to fight, do it in the arena. I thought you and Necros had set up a match. Go to the arena now if you can't restrain yourself." RK waits for Black's response...
SK goes to talk to Necros. "Hey Necros. What are guys doing? Is this some kind of warm-up for your match? If it is, you're warm. You're freakin' hot. If you guys can't restrain yourselves out here, just go to the arena. The rules are very clear on lobby fights: DON'T." She calmly waits for a response...
OOC That door's been through hell and back hasn't it? Oh and Dragini The fight is not in the lobby it in a hallway out side Necro's chambers and somtimes in Necro's Chambers.
draginja
I never tried hurting Necros, I was just having Black let off some of his steam about not being to fight Ichiata immediately....that and the fact that one of his friends' statues has a large crack in it......
[OOCI think the room is in an older part of the arena.....if so, then I doubt anyone who doesn't have business with Necros would go there....if not, then a lot of people would be going by often..
Adokul's scythe is sucked into the sphere of annihilation and Adokul is next. Immediatly Adokul teleports back to the ground and watches Vicros punch the ball of darkness.
After Vicros realizes the mistake he made Adokul surrounds Vicros with a cube of force and leaves the front of the box out, allowing Adokul to move the dark energy ball into Vicros, giving him a tough situation at hand.
RK glares at Black before stalking off. "Who does he think I am? His personal messenger girl?" She throws a kunai at Necro's door, too fast for the golems to counter. The kunai explodes, and RK throws the bag of coins into the hole, where it lands softly on a table, it's contents spilling onto the table. She goes outside for a moment, a scream of pain is heard, and she returns to the cafe with a large bottle, probably full of alcohol...
You see a man dressed in robes walk up to Necro's door, stands outside his door, and hits the wall with his staff several times to get Necro's attention. Once he does, he says,"I have come to talk to you about the time you plan on fighting Black. If you are busy, I'll just stand out here until you aren't busy anymore." You notice that the staff he is holding is the bat staff you gave to Black. He seems to be clenching a strange necklace made of bones that has a small bat skull as part of the pendant. "I was told to come here for multiple other reasons as well.....One of which was to deliver a book to you if you accept a token that Black made with his hands." He seems to have multiple bulges under his cloak now that you observe him closer.
IC I walk to what used to be my door and said "I'm not busy you want to talk? okay come in" I said.
((Err... If Vicros is on the other side of the annihilation ball thing and tries to punch Adokul who is on the other end of the ball... Won't he well... Be annihilated?))
I said he punched at Adokul the spell is what made contact, besides he has total control over the sphere and can move it to avoid hitting it.
Also how is the force situated around the sphere or around Vicros))
The robed man immediately enters and places the staff off to the side as he pulls out a book, a necklace, and a strange key made of wood. "I was told to bring these items to you and give them to you along with giving you an explanation of what each is.....the book is an advanced shadow golem making guide....the necklace allows to to speak telepathically with Black or with whoever has the other necklace....and the key he didn't tell me anything about....He also told me to return the staff and I'm supposed to help you rebuild your door...." He seems to look at the door and mentally measure it and examine it. "Of course, if you don't want help, then I'll tell him you declined the offer to help."
IC "I would appercite some help" I said eyeing the pile of rubble that used to be a door. "Thank Black for me would you I could really use that advanced shadow golem guide oh and thank your for delevirying them" I said
He hands you the key, the book, and the necklace and then starts picking up the rubble and moving it outside the door. He then begins chanting in a strange language and the rocks start forming together and then once they enter the hole, the whole door seems to thicken by a foot. You notice he pulls out a flask of pure mountain water and starts drinking it. "Nothing is better than the water in the north...." He then pulls out metal bars and places them in locations to strengthen the door. He also pulls out some pieces of black metal and slips them into the door as well. "That should be able to withstand a disintegrate spell with barely a scratch now....not that you need to worry about your door being hit by one....." He then shifts his cloak a little bit to distribute the weight he's carrying. "Need anymore help before I wander around searching out someone by the name of Kerri?"
Ic "No I don't need anymore help thank you for asking oh and you'll find Kerri in the bar" I said.
The sphere hovers in air for a second then flys at Adokul chasing him around if needed. ((As I said Vicros Has total control over it.))
Vicros then teleports out of the cube and points at Adokul. His finger then emits a near invisible ray aimed at Adokul
Adokul then makes hand gestures under the safety of the ground. The result of the hand gestures were several shadows forming out of Vicros's shadow and attacking the nearest creature.
As soon as Adokul feels that odd feeling in his chest he immediately tries to get up and stop Vicros from completing the dreaded spell but its too late... Before Adokul is even halfway to his destination a wispy red ball of light is calmly released out of his body and Adokul diminishes into nothingness before an instant passes.
The ball of crimson light quickly reaches Vicros and hovers in front of him as if waiting for orders. Before Vicros grabs the ball of light a high pitched screech emits from nothing and without warning a large dark vine appears out of thin air and cracks at Vicros's hand, making it retract immediately. The vine wraps around the ball of light and then disappears just as fast as it came.
Vicros can hear an old man's voice in his head that also has a "natural" feel to it.
"No, not this time Vicros... Even though he is an ignorant fool now he will defeat you in the near future... Just you wait..."
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Ichiata, after about an hour of searching for 11-31 and no action from any of the opponents he begins to grow bored and begins to ready a plane shift and temporarily withdraw from the battle.
Ichiata reappears at the Cafe. He looks around for a few moments and sees this place has gotten quite a bit of activity in his absence.
He walks around, taking notes of the unusual bunch of gladiators (Like Black) before heading over to the counter and ordering a bottle of gin to tamper with and possibly explode.
jakel
Black left a short time before ichiata came out of the arena......
When Ichiata is handed his gin he places a small leather bag full of dirty bronze pieces that is less than half of what the gin costs but everybody bats an eye. Ichiata sits at a table near the window where he can view several battles at once. He stops watching every so often to take a sip of his gin and pull small pranks on waitresses with telekinesis.
Quickly after he sits down a jagged demon with a pitch-black body pops in existence behind him and stares at Ichiata for a few second before sinking into the table shadow. Ichiata looks down at the table and growls softly. His grip on the gin bottle gets tighter and tighter and it slowly ignites the bottle. Before long the bottle shatters with hellfire consuming all of the glass and contents in less than a second. Ichiata stares at the man who sent the messege as if offended...
((As you can see, this guy hasn't been in many crowded areas, but he still knows how to defend against thieves.))
(If the man ignores the hellfire then Ichiata does....)
Ichiata attempts to use telekinesis on the man's sheet of paper. If he gains control of the paper he will bring it to the ceiling before flinging it across the room.
"Well aren't you the man-of-the-spotlight. To scared to take a joke and resort to intimidation that will likely get you the boot out of here. If you think you can startle me then you clearly don't know what your doing."
Ichiata figures continuing the argument made no sense for the moment but... Ichiata quickly wraps his hand around the knife and incinerates the knife before the man is even in arms length of the knife. Ichiata glares at the man before turning back to watching the gladiators like he was doing earlier but still keeping a loose eye on the man.
OOC Necros gathering info on other gladitors now.
OOC The notes are are an invation to a dinner party at ecro's lair.
((You do realise your bat won't find Black, right? Also, did you forget about the necklace already?))
"Try not to make too much fun of the jumpy man in a cloak."
He turns to the cloaked figure.
"Don't worry about being attacked here anyone who tries to do so is incapacitated by the management; although minor scuffles happen now and again."
All the robed figures run outside and then disperse, going in different directions.
((You do realise your bat won't find Black, right? Also, did you forget about the necklace already?))
OOC No I did not forget...I just don't want to have it blowup in my face!!* smthing like that happend to me before..so I'm a bit paranoid.
IC I recalled my bats before they reached their targets.
((I have been drawing out 11-31's ritual so that the absent combatants have some time to react. Where is everybody?))
Vicros snaps his fingers and a black flame forms in his hand.
Vicros fades away and reappears at his place in the arena.
"Ready when you are
Vicros pulls out several balls of quartz which he throws into the air. The quartz lengthens until they are 10ft long spears and they change into ice. Vicros thrusts his hand in the figure's direction and the spears fly at him.
((What should I refer to your char as?))
Legion gazes upon the battle from the lobby. "So he is using that move; this is getting interesting. It destroyed the test plane when he went full blown, but that was not nearly as sturdy as Baator. Even so it is risky, planar collisions can cause permanent damage to the lesser of the two. This would obviously be Baator." He pauses and gives a laugh. "Looks like Baator will get another little inferno to play with. Another tourist attraction to add to its rich history."
Cloaked Man
Jeeves, Marksman
Human Male
true Neutral
Fighter/genius of hard work
Jeeves is of medium height and has a quick temper for pretty much everyone.
Jeeves has a knife vest, a quiver, several wooden cases including an extra long one, a belt, a composite longbow, a repeating heavy crossbow, a net, and chain mail armor that are visible when he removes his cloak.
Human Male
true Neutral
Fighter/genius of hard work
Jeeves is of medium height and has a quick temper for pretty much everyone.
Jeeves has a knife vest, a quiver, several wooden cases including an extra long one, a belt, a composite longbow, a repeating heavy crossbow, a net, and chain mail armor that are visible when he removes his cloak.
"Interesting trick. I'm interested in seeing the rest of your abilities."
Several sharp icicles spring from the ground around Jeeves.
"Oh really? Hmm? The Elemental Plane of Fire is really only supporting the Material plane, nothing else... The elemental planes are just building blocks, or fractions of a greater realm and therefore can't be a better plane than a complete plane like Baator... Mortals use the phrase 'element' strictly to their own dimension but it is actually a very wide term used in all outer planes. Baator might have an Elemental Plane of Greed since, unlike the Material plane; it is a different plane of existence entirely and does not need the same planar build like the material realm since it would not operate correctly. Now before you start saying "The Material plane is the center of the multiverse" well its not... It’s just a load of incorrect mortal philosophy. All outer planes see the Material plane as a different plane of existence just like we see them... Though I have already mentioned that you constructs are rather slow when it comes to saying the correct things. So Legion, where am I ‘supposedly’ wrong?"
Vicros casts a rather complex spell and the shadows around the real Jeeves slash at him form all sides leaving large gashes.
Vicros fades out slightly stopping his accent. He forms a small black sphere in his hand and throws it at Jeeves. En route it grows to about 3 ft wide.
((As I said earlier he just created a voidstone.))
((I figure I'll let you know cog may not be around for a while.
here's why))
((You've probably guessed what happens when he uses anti-matter by now.....those holes formed a black hole that only targets you, your items, and your minions/allies in this fight.))
"And I never said they weren't morons but just that that realm as a whole supports a greater realm. But you are right on one thing and thats that other elemental planes might support another plane other than the original one but not all elemental planes do that. Like the Elemental Plane of greed might be linked to Baator and maybe one of those planes the yuguloth stay on. But no elemental plane has more than 3 connections to another plane. This can mean the Elemental plane of Water might be more powerful than the Elemental Plane of Air but a complete plane like Ysgard will be more powerful than any elemental plane. I personally think the energy planes are the most powerful since everything in all the planes need it to survive and it also has a connection to all the planes in this multiverse."
Ichiata turns away from his current battle after Legion bragging about 11-31 and casts scry on Avernus, specifically the arena. All he can really see is lava and a large bat corpse drifting in the lava currents.
"Well, he killed my bat.…. I’m just going to watch him make a fool of himself now."
Vicros looks around.
"Miniature black holes? I guess that would be effective normally but not right now."
While the voidstone is absorbed Vicros casts another spell causing the shadows around Jeeves to climb up his legs and around his body restraining him.
"These abilities apparently drain your body. Try not to overtax yourself."
Jeeves releases the black hole and drops both his claws into the ground where they disappear. "Looks like Plan C......Looks like we won't be reporting back to Black anytime soon.....Mich von den Schatten befreien!" You notice the shadows retract from his legs and he runs up to Vicros and performs Leaf Shadow-Dance knocking Vicros up into the air, which Jeeves follows with Initial Lotus if he succeeded with the Leaf Shadow-Dance.
Back in Baator the flames get stronger and the gysers start shooting pilars of flame as the Ignan chant increases in speed.
one:I have no idea what those two moves are.
two
icros is incorpreal so unless the claws have the ghost touch property they won't be doing a thing.))((Assuming they aren't ghost touch.))
"Slight mistake there."
The blades pass strait through him. Vicros then wreaths his hand in shadow energy and punches Jeeves in the stomach with it. The shadows extend through him with the force of a spear and drain away some of his strength. (No acutal damage from the punch all from the energy. Also there is no wound it just does the damage.)
"Burns the souls eh? Luckily for me I have PLENTY of souls that I no longer need after my little ritual. Well I better start looking for new souls just incase..."
Ichiata turns from Legion to start looking for "petitioners" for the oncoming attack. Though there are hundreds of targets he chooses the do-gooders for now.
After searching for a few minutes Ichiata spots a paladin and a cleric talking about the upper planes and their gods. He takes the form of a paladin and walks over to them, asking to join the conversation which they allow. In a few seconds their bodies lifelessly fall to the floor. Two small yellow spheres exiting out of their chest approach the fiend's glowing black hands.
Ichiata then walks off into the crowd and after a few minutes he steps out of the crowd, smiling diabolically.
incorporeal
Incorporeal creatures are affected by supernatural effects, spells, and spell-like abilities normally. And the ghost can become Incorporeal or Ethereal.
Incorporeal creatures are affected by supernatural effects, spells, and spell-like abilities normally.
((That is partially correct supernatural effects, spells, and spell-like abilities have a 50% chance of working.))
"Do you want me to use my best spells? So far I haven't used my strongest ones."
Vicros still in a defencive stance makes no move to attack until he hears the response.
"And by the way, who would I be adressing now?"
Even when hit by spells or magic weapons, it has a 50% chance to ignore any damage from a corporeal source (except for positive energy, negative energy, force effects such as magic missile, or attacks made with ghost touch weapons).
"You may address me by many names depending upon my face including Lord Marril Swordhand the Magnificent, Lord Marril Fiedlerson Evilbane, Waleak the Sorcerer, Ianeak the Cleric, and Xanven the Loremaster. To make the least confusion, you may call me Vicril." It appears as if Jeeves is reliving memories, but you know it is really Vicril. "Shall we continue this fight now?" Jeeves/Vicros still hasn't taken a defensive position yet.
Vicros's shadow lengthens and takes the form of a giant bird. He then sinks into his shadow. The bird peels itself off the ground becoming solid as it does so. Then it speaks in a warped version of Vicros's voice.
"Let's see what you've got."
((As you can tell, Vicril is almost clinically insane.Then again, so would you if you were stuck in a separate plane where there was absolutely nothing and the way out was very costly for the person in there at that time.))
Dust
I'll explain what the dust does later when the effects actually happen.
"What could that have to do with this? I guess I'll know when it finishes crumbling."
"Technically, I just have to knock you out but I'm interested in seeing this attack finish."
Vicros then circles around the newly formed gate trying to come up with his next move.
"Hey! Let us watch the fight! Gah!" RK leaves to visit the bar again. SK looks back at RK exasperated. She glances over at Necro. "This place doesn't really give much to the spectators, does it?" As she looks past Necro, her eyes widen and she retreats to the bar, merging with RK. Kerri makes a quick handseal and disappears. At the lobby door, a large black robed figure has appeared. His hood is drawn over his face, and nothing can be seen other than his clothes. He looks around the lobby and takes a seat behind Necro. A raspy voice can be heard in Necro's mind. Where did she go, Bonelord?
OOC Uh oh not that guy again..and Necro still feels a little guilty about their deaths..so thus the threat he makes in this post to mr.black hooded guy.
IC "Like i would tell you" I said telepaticly to him "besides I don't fancy being called bone lord i'm a lich and one more thing unlike most liches I have a fragment of my decency left...so if you touch one hair of their head I"ll be forced to fry you to a crisp" I said telepathicly to him
A single kunai lands in front of Necro, with an attaches note saying "Don't p*** him off..." One of the drunken gladiators falls dead to the floor at the bar, a large dent in his head. The robed figure goes to watch the fight...
dear Kerri
The hooded figure is hunting for you I beleive if you want come to my lair I will ensure you protection there.
Sincerly Necro
Kerri fades back into exsistance next to Necro. "Thanks for your offer, but I think-" "Kerri. After all these years of blissful silence, I forgot how annoying the sound of your voice is. It's been too long." "Too long? You took me to Hell not too long ago!" "Then why are you still here?" "Simple. I escaped." Precisely. Time to die. Kerri snaps and disappears. "Dammit."
IC "Get out of my lair" I said to the hooded figure "Golems seize him!!" I said as I teleported to whereever Kerri is.
Three green vines come from the figure's right sleeve. They reach up to his right shoulder and enter his robe. A crunching sound is heard, and a spurt of yellow blood stains Necros's lair. The vines are grasping a human skull (without the bottom jaw), almost like a hand. The skull glows purple, and the figure begins to strike the golems. The are blasted bakwards into the walls, and the figure glows yellow before teleporting back to the lobby (where Necro and Kerri are). "Do not try to run, Kerri." Kerri strikes him with her Fuuma and flings him into the wall. "Necro, take me to this safe place you mentioned."
IC "of course" I said before snaping my fingure. We soon appeared in the middle of what appeared to be a massive throne room "This is my fdortress there are million of golems and dreaguards guarding it 100 of which are in this room...you should be safe here but if not take this" I said before handing kerri a glowing green crystel "This crytel is an object of great power just grab and it and say Beam and a beam f green light will come out and destory you renemy...not even an ancent dragon would stand a chance against that crstyel no if you'll excuse I have to repair my lair ad on more thing if you ever need my help touch on of the crytels on that staff I gave you and say Veroun duka Vak" i siad before teleporting away.
At Gareth's, the hooded figure pulls himself out of the wall, his hood has fallen back, but he has no visible head. He still talks, however. "Damn! How does she continue to escape? I'll need some assistance finding her again..." He puts his hood back up and begins talking to himself. "Ven? Yeah, it's Kage. I need some help. What do you mean, busy? Karkis? Kerri escaped. Yeah, I'll help you out. Where are you? Where's that? That far? Fine. See you soon." Several yellow rings suround Kage as he teleports out of the arena...
((OOC: The cursed touch makes your body be in the cursed plane for 24 hours of their time, which Vicril made it speed by in a second material plane time, which this ability can only be reversed by a cursed one, which Vicril is one and this might be your last chance to leave the battle as a free man. :OOC))
"They pay to fight here I figure they should see what happens."
Out of Kerris' shadows.
"I would be glad to offer my assistance as soon as this fight ends. I expect that it will get interesting in a short amount of time."
He turns to Jeeves.
"En'garde! (sp)"
He then flings a bolt of lightning at Jeeves.
((If Black returns after the fight is over, you might have a second chance of having both the curses removed. 1. Vicril controls you. 2. The soul curse that makes you unable to die, just have your soul removed or your body destroyed and enables Vicril to be able to control you even more. Vicril can completely control the cursed plane. There is a price for Jeeves though, he will be put in a pocket in the cursed plane for an eternity their time and then he will be released.))
((I just noticed I never gave Jeeves a rank.....lol))
"I'm afraid I can't let you leave, you see I'm fighting you not your friend. However, I think I have seen enough of both of your powers to satisfy me so I'll give you the match."
((This fight was getting kind of long. Besides I would prefer to avoid the complications of having multiple people in Vicros's body. Either way you get the win.))
Vicros fades out of the shadows of the arena lobby and looks around to see noone there.
((He would have removed it if you had defeated Jeeves, which a simple spell that covers Jeeves and the area around him would've defeated him.....lol...so simple, don't you think?))
"Welcome to the arena. I'm Vicros Moonshadow."
He makes a bow.
"How can I help you?"
He motions to the window.
"There are more about but I guess they aren't in the lobby."
"He's here as a combatant. I think it would be best to avoid caging paying costimers."
To Ryo.
"You are rather energetic. I would suggest switching to decaf." He looks at the bags contents. "And that white stuff."
OOC
Ryo has ADD and insomnia. He never stops. Ever. He was supposed to be given medication for it, but his doctor lost the pills and replaced them with sugar and crack.
"No need to worry, just a hyperactive shocker lizard."
((It seems appropriate for me to introduce Lily (my humor character) soon.))
A small girl walks in and gets exicited seeing Ryo.
"Awwwww, he's so cute."
She then runs up to him and hugs him so tight he can barely breath.
Lily
Lily
Human Female
Neutral Evil
Fighter/Cleric/Blackguard/Nerull's chosen
At first Lily is what you would expect from a 6-year-old girl. However, after a second look she becomes much more sinister. She has a scythe that is too big for her strapped onto her back and she eminates an extremely strong aura of evil.
Didn't even bother trying to come up with a backstory. What could explain being a blackguard at age 6?
Human Female
Neutral Evil
Fighter/Cleric/Blackguard/Nerull's chosen
At first Lily is what you would expect from a 6-year-old girl. However, after a second look she becomes much more sinister. She has a scythe that is too big for her strapped onto her back and she eminates an extremely strong aura of evil.
Didn't even bother trying to come up with a backstory. What could explain being a blackguard at age 6?
"Hi, my name is Lily and I would like to..."
She turns rediculisly demonic.
"REAP YOUR SOUL!!!!!!"
She returns to normal.
"May I reap your soul?"
Lily runs up to Necro and hugs him just like she did Ryo possibly cracking a few ribs this time.
"Yay, more new friends."
She runs at him and promptly hits the wall he created. After recollecting herself off the ground she disappears and reappears behind Jeeves and gives him another strong hug.
"You're no fun but alright I'll only take the souls of those willing to give them up."
She cuts off her hand and regrows it.
"Will this do?"
"Hi, my name is Lily and I would like to..."
She turns grows to large size, sprouts horns, her eyes glow red, her hair turns into snakes, and the ground burns around her.
"REAP YOUR SOUL!!!!!!"
She returns to normal with a small burnt circle from the flames.
"May I reap your soul?"
((Not a breach of contract since she is asking first.))
they are previous cursed ones who's souls joined the cursed plane.))Lily watches a Ryo zips around.
"I would prefer a fight to wrestling as I could rip you in half."
She then motions to the arena.
Lily walks over to the sign in table and signs as elite. She then walks down to the arena and waits.
((Probibly not very long considering this is Ryo.))
Ryo takes this as his cue. His first move is to bind the crystals to his shoulder, and he telekinetically grabs Lily's scythe and attempts to fling it into the stands. "No soul reaping, yo."
"I don't use this for reaping."
She disappears and reappears on the other side of Ryo in the same position.
Those of you with extreme slo-mo vision see her jump at Ryo make a few slashes as she passes and land in her current position. The slashes have ne effect at the moment.
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((Lily's moves have been taken from various characters from various media. There are two characters who inspired this move: one is Marxula from kingdom hearts, the other I can't remember but was in some movie I saw.))
After the scythe swipes, Ryo spins around and shoots a blast of lightning at her. Lily feels an intense tingling sensation from it, but no actual damage. "Whoops. Forgot, yo." His shoulder crystals flare, and two large crystals rise from the ground to flank him.
Lily turns around and runs at Ryo charging her scythe with dark energy. When she gets within 10 ft of him she brings down the scythe and the energy forms a shockwave that is aimed for Ryo. She runs in after it and slashes Ryo into the air with her scythe. She then jumps up afterhim and spins surrounding herself with her blade.
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((This move was taken from Prometheus in MMZX))
Also several small trickles of blood can now be seem on various places of Ryo's body. (The effect of those slashes she did earlier. It is essentially a delayed wound.)
She then raises her hand to the air, forms it into a fist, and punches the ground. Black energy streaks off from the point of impact. Seconds later skeletons claw to the surface. These skeletons then disassemble and reform into a skeleton of colossal size. It places a hand on the ground near Lily which she jumps on. It then deposits her on top of its skull.
Lily lands lightly on the ground, and her scythe appears in her hand again. She slashes in front of her and a shock wave eminates from her scythe. The skeleton then punches one of the crystals.
Lily gets hit by several of the daggers. After each hit she turns a little more demonic. She then does the same move she started the fight with and appears on the other side of Ryo again. (This time she just hit the copies.)
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The shock actually contains a spell. If it hits Lily, the skeleton will see her as Ryo, while Ryo himself is invisible to undead due to his earlier spell.
Anyway let's rap this up.))
Lily is now rather demonic looking abet scorched. She manages to twist out of the way of the shock and lands creating a crater on the arena floor. She then turns to Ryo.
"Let's finish this up."
She stows her scythe and folds her arms infront of her intoning a incantation.
((Epic spell coming.))
((Not an illusion.))
The new creature charges right at Ryo dispite the spikes, pounces on him, and starts clawing into him with all of his limbs.
1.You are to post a brief description of your character including: Name, Classes (Levels not required), Aproximated Alignment, Physical descripition.
2.After signing up for a fight you must indicate the skill level of your char: either Godly, elite, good, or average.
3.Each fight costs 10 gp (IC) from each participant.
4.Autohits can be changed at the disgression of those who it targets. (It isn't actually an autohit and they are just describing what would happen if it hit.)
I'll repost my chars.
Lily
Lily
Human Female
Neutral Evil
Fighter/Cleric/Blackguard/Nerull's chosen
At first Lily is what you would expect from a 6-year-old girl. However, after a second look she becomes much more sinister. She has a scythe that is too big for her strapped onto her back and she eminates an extremely strong aura of evil.
Didn't even bother trying to come up with a backstory. What could explain being a blackguard at age 6?
Lily is what is known as a humor character.
Human Female
Neutral Evil
Fighter/Cleric/Blackguard/Nerull's chosen
At first Lily is what you would expect from a 6-year-old girl. However, after a second look she becomes much more sinister. She has a scythe that is too big for her strapped onto her back and she eminates an extremely strong aura of evil.
Didn't even bother trying to come up with a backstory. What could explain being a blackguard at age 6?
Lily is what is known as a humor character.
Yes, radiation.
Radiation damage is vicious, because it attacks the very structure of the target. Thus, radiation damage takes twice as long to heal, and is the last damage to be recovered. If magical healing is applied, the damage healed is halved, and the radiation damage is healed last. Example: a fighter encounters a sorcerer who casts lesser radiation burn on him. He takes 4 points of radiation damage. On the next round, the sorcerer casts magic missile on him, dealing 5 points of damage, before being struck down. The fighter pulls out a potion of cure light wounds, and is healed for 9 hit points. The first five go to the damage suffered from the magic missile, while the other 4 points of healing only recover 2 of the radiation damage. The fighter still has 2 points of radiation damage left unhealed. Additionally, radiation damage is treated as fire when used to overcome regeneration, and inflicts half damage to creatures that are immune to fire. Constructs, elementals, and incorporeal undead are immune to radiation damage.
((Plane shift coming up.))
((Sorry about the cop-out, but I won't be able to continue. I have to go. Buh-bye.))
"Too bad if you could have kept it up longer you might have won."
((Not a Problem. I'll keep Gareth's bumped and take over management unless anyone else wants to.))
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xalax
ancient male pit fiend
lawful evil
cleric/sorcerer mystic thurge
god like
great devil king, xalax has had thousands of years to establish his empire, and perfect his magics. he sends his troops into the abyss, negative plane, and the other places of battle and darkness, to concur and destroy. he wears the void armor, a magic suit of armor that absorbs negative energy into itself that can be discharged, or converted into energy that can heal him later. he sometimes wields a long shafted 2 handed hammer. it is made for destoying undead. the least of its abillitys are disruption, undead bane and unholy. xalax is huge, but can change size through magic
ancient male pit fiend
lawful evil
cleric/sorcerer mystic thurge
god like
great devil king, xalax has had thousands of years to establish his empire, and perfect his magics. he sends his troops into the abyss, negative plane, and the other places of battle and darkness, to concur and destroy. he wears the void armor, a magic suit of armor that absorbs negative energy into itself that can be discharged, or converted into energy that can heal him later. he sometimes wields a long shafted 2 handed hammer. it is made for destoying undead. the least of its abillitys are disruption, undead bane and unholy. xalax is huge, but can change size through magic
Lily rushes up to Xalax.
"Hiya, I'm Lily!"
She gives him a crushingly hard hug.
"You and I are the only ones here right now."
((Vicros is currently in Krede's Tavern and will come back when appropriate.
Also as a warning no brawling outside of the designated areas.))
why hello there! your a brave one! hmm how old are you? i can smell power in your soulblood
"I'm SIX!!!! YAY, SIX."
((Her class levels are cleric/fighter/blackguard with the Nerull's chosen template.))
so, who can i fight?
((Just so you know I have her RP as a six-year-old and fight like a Nerull's chosen.))
hit me as hard as you can
She teleports them to the arena's fighting area.
"Okay, you asked for it."
She removes her scythe from her back and places the blade between herself and Xalax. It then turns pitch black and she starts a slash with it and disappears midslash. She reappears on the other side of Xalax and her scythe seems to be in the position to have finished the slash. It takes half a second for him to feel the strike but when it does it knocks him off his feet.
((As I said not an auto-hit but an explaination of what would happen if it hit.))
my turn
he draws his hammer and brings it down on lilly breaking the floor beneath her
"I doubt I could take much more. I'l concede the win to you."
"Hiya, Xalax. Nice fight from earlier."
She notices the newcomers.
"Yay more people!!!"
She then procedes to run up to each of them and give them a crush hug.
((Aqua, could you post Storm and Squall's classes please? You don't have to post the levels in each class.))
Thanks for the hug little missy.Squall isnt a touchy feeling kinda person though.
Squall growls when she touches him but doesnt do nothing about it.Yea thank you for your warm cuddly feelings.It seems your new friend storm doesnt like him that much keeps trying to annoy me already....
Vicros turns to Fox.
"Nice to meet you too."
Lily stands up and walks over to Fox giving him a crush hug like most other people she meets. (She has a Str score of around 30-40 so it is possible that she cracked ribs while doing so.)
"Hi, my name is Lily and I would like to..."
She changes becoming extremely demonic. (Horns, snakes for hair, firey aura, etc)
"REAP YOUR SOUL!!!"
She changes back to normal.
"May I reap your soul?"
((She is for comic relief and won't harm you if you say no.))
She starts running around in circles before eventually calming down and sitting back down at the table she was originally at.
((She'll probibly forget about it before she gets the chance to.))
(Heh.)
Well isnt this a lovely moment everyone getting to know eachother.So Vicros where are they other contestants?Squall takes a drink of water waiting for the reply.
umm... hello?? anybody? come on. swalow your soul...anybody?
Hes just an over sized demon nothing to big.I know you can win.Squall smiles and continues watching the fight.
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Izrath Flayerson
Human(sort of) Male
Nuetral Evil
Wizard/Psion/Cerebremancer/Archmage/Flayerspawn Psychic/Fighter
Izrath is about 5'11. His skin was originally a dark brown, but now is gray, and instead of a human mouth, he bears four long tentacles, with which he can crush the skulls of his foes and devour their brains. His head is bald, and his eyes are greenish-yellow. The area around him is filled with mental screams, and any living creature to close to him dies immediatly, it's skull exploding from an overload of secrets. Izrath is a master of shaping psionics and divinitory spells. He often knows more about an opponent than an opponent knows about himself. Izrath has debated with Vecna, and brought stars from the heavens to know their secrets. A dangerous foe indeed.
Izrath bears a Flayer at all times, although he rarely uses it. He wears a Robe of the Archmagi, and an Staff of the Magi is with him at all times. He bears Zax, Cloak of Kings, and wears a Stygian Diabolist psicrown. He wears Bands of Mindfire on his hands, and various other magical and psionic items.
Izrath Flayerson
Human(sort of) Male
Nuetral Evil
Wizard/Psion/Cerebremancer/Archmage/Flayerspawn Psychic/Fighter
Izrath is about 5'11. His skin was originally a dark brown, but now is gray, and instead of a human mouth, he bears four long tentacles, with which he can crush the skulls of his foes and devour their brains. His head is bald, and his eyes are greenish-yellow. The area around him is filled with mental screams, and any living creature to close to him dies immediatly, it's skull exploding from an overload of secrets. Izrath is a master of shaping psionics and divinitory spells. He often knows more about an opponent than an opponent knows about himself. Izrath has debated with Vecna, and brought stars from the heavens to know their secrets. A dangerous foe indeed.
Izrath bears a Flayer at all times, although he rarely uses it. He wears a Robe of the Archmagi, and an Staff of the Magi is with him at all times. He bears Zax, Cloak of Kings, and wears a Stygian Diabolist psicrown. He wears Bands of Mindfire on his hands, and various other magical and psionic items.
Squall walks out and stands beside Storm his arms crossed and he has a smile on his face.Well hes a cute one storm.I wonder how many brains he can eat with those pretty mouth.
" The fox begins forcing negative energy into Vicril.boy
Teen Vicril (Age 13)
Human Male
True Neutral
Sorceror/various templates
Teen Vicril is about 4'5" feet tall. His skin appears to be pale and his hands are smooth. He emits strange energy that no one can comprehend what type it is. Vicril is a master at
casting spells that directly damage the enemy.
Vicril wields his two sets of claw blades and a customized short sword. He wears padded armor and a shield on his back that is animated. He also seems to wear a helmet of polished onyx.
Human Male
True Neutral
Sorceror/various templates
Teen Vicril is about 4'5" feet tall. His skin appears to be pale and his hands are smooth. He emits strange energy that no one can comprehend what type it is. Vicril is a master at
casting spells that directly damage the enemy.
Vicril wields his two sets of claw blades and a customized short sword. He wears padded armor and a shield on his back that is animated. He also seems to wear a helmet of polished onyx.
((Yay feats!))
((I just abused time stop, but complain to R2. Have fun, Gama!))
At the cafe, Doc is playing a game of Pac-Man, which seems to dominate his life.
Doc watches the fight, upset that he was defeated so quickly. "What did I do wrong? Why am I always a target?"
You did very good fox all of you did.It was a honor to fight you all.Drinks on us.He pulls out money and buys everyone any drink they want.
"STORM IS THE WINNER!
"Holy Hell..." Sarge laughs a bit, and heads back to the table. "I don't think I will use that. I don't have enough in me, even with my MP, mana, SpD, chakra, HP, SP, LP..." Sarge continues talking to himself, ranting about all his various forms of using magic.
Ryo reappears in the lobby, then promptly dies from the damage done to his spirit. He is then brought back to life, and falls unconscious.
i wish i could summon stuff
a gargoyle appears next to him
"what about me?"
oh shut up bartimaus
Storm flys back when squall appears.He begins concetrating and starts gathering energy.You see dark lightning surrounding him and out walks Vikirnoff.Storm flys toward the dragon using Storm Fury and flurrying to make a combination attack that makes the dragon and the man feel the same attack.
Vikirnoff looks around at the fight and gives a dark smile.You fight my slave..And he summons me.How very nice.Ill show you what true power is.He slams his hands together and holds it out.Ill kill you FOOLS!Black elements fly out of his hand swirling together and mixing with the same red attack storm used at the begining.It starts destroying half of the arena and if possible pushing out more.((Hes destroyed a whole world with it.))
Tavern.
Little bastard has dragon to fight Storm.Hell no hes not even trying that **** on us...Fox we should fight next fight.
He floats it off to his lab and puts it in a display case still floating about 2 in off the bottom.
"Thanks for the sample."
"If fox and Davlamin don't object you can join in their fight."
((Sorry I didn't tell you earlier. Fights are usually on a challenge basis.))
Vicros's voice comes from Storm and Squall's shadows.
"If you two don't mind could you meet me in the special arena."
(Having been in Vicros's mind Adokul already knew which one it was.)
Vicros warps to the arena.
"Let's make this interesting. The arena will be changed to resemble the scape of our minds."
Vicros's half changes to the Echer I described earlier. Doors are all over in multiple orientations and so are staircases. Gravity is objective and it is possible to walk up walls. The maze also wraps in on itself so it you walk over one side you pop up randomly on its other side (with the exception of the side it shares with Adokul's mindscape.)
((Jakel you can describe Adokul's half.))
In another few moments Vicros' mind reappears, Adokul hovering at the end of a visible hallway, glaring at Vicros.
"I wonder if destroying objects in our minds will hurt us... You start Vicros"
((I was thinking about the battle and having two completely different mind-scapes and I couldn't easily pull that off :P . So how about every 3 or 4 turns the minds switch to the other? I was thinking if we were in Vicros' mind then Vicros would have the upper hand (like his mind would target Adokul with traps and obstacles more than anyone else) and vice versa. Tell me what you think.))
Storm with Equus.
Whats up?
Storm and Squall in special arena.
Well if it isnt him....Squall gives a dark smile.Do i get to rip him apart now Vicros....
"Phreng d'parralel oloth plynn uns'aa wun - !!"
Both Adokul and the Banyan disappear into thin air, leaving spheres of annihilation to take their place. In a few seconds the Banyan reappears in the gravity rupture and Adokul reappears in the sky holding a staff Vicros is more than likely to know what it is (the Shadow Realm version of the Shadowstaff).
"Well Vicros looks like I need to go to extreme measure to subdue you! I never wanted to show you that I have it but it seems I must..."
Adokul raises the staff and a colossal Night Walker pops into existence on the water and hovers towards Vicros. When it reaches him it swings its arm into Vicros, ignoring his incorporeal state. Next Adokul waves his arm and dozens of large swarms of shadow locust appear and swoop down onto Vicros, also ignoring incorporeality.
"Face it Vicros... The battle is lost!"
Dante falls out of the sky and slams into the outside of the arena after Equus attack.For moons sake didnt see that coming...He walks back into the area and waits for Equus to get out of the arena..
Dante sits down his glass and laughs.True but i dont know if father would be on either side like you Chaos.He probably will help you in this fight if its against one of his own.I will be there to im not missing this for anything.
Tazen could easily dodge the energy blast but underestimated Chaos' attack, evading seconds to late. He takes the blow to the arm avoiding most of the blast of elemental energy but almost loses a limb.
"Damn it! Fine! No more games!"
The Visage reappears in front of Chaos, clawing at him about 5 times, then retreating back into the sky but not before an ice spike rips into his leg where he again, almost loses a limb.
"I guess its no more direct cofrontations for you two!"
The fox pops out of an ice spike right behind the Visage, swinging his sword and standing on a floating platform of ice after.
Chaos is gone when he is attack all he hit was one of Fox's ice spikes.Chaos appears right behind him sending a wave of force into him and another wave comes from infront of him then on all sides from above and below combinding together making one massive explosion.
The area within the circle suddenly becomes like that of Celestia. That is, heavily good dominant.
(In his mind. For Vicros) How did he do that? Magic isn't suppose to work! He must have found a way around the zone!
The creature continues to step back to avoid the circle, using corrupted energy rays on Chaos as he does.
Icy walls rise up from the circle, trapping the creature.
The creature looks up and moans. Suddenly, it leaps into the air, easily blasting through the ceiling, even though it has the good trait. He appears in Hounds room who races over to the hole he made and growls at everything inside.
Chaos just stands there smiling.Watching the fox work.
I dont know.Can you sense there shadows Vicros and go through them or how does that work?
Izhiata quickly stomps his feet, a pillar of perfectly symnetrical abyssal iron appearing in front of him to take Chaos' blows. When Chaos finishes his barrage Izhiata presses against the pillar, nearly a hundred 2 by 2 iron spikes shot out at Chaos. Izhiata gives a quick examination of Chaos' current position before slyly responding.
"Enjoying yourself? Do your knuckles hurt?"
Acid – 200 ft. line; 80d8
Cold – 150 ft line; 80d8
Electricity – 200 ft. line; 80d8
Fire – 150 ft cone; 80d8
Sonic – 100 ft. cone; 8012
Force - 250 ft cone; 100d12
and a fort save 124 loose20 points of permanent strength.
and bypasses immunities
((I think Kur'sha is about twice Myskatonik's size.))
As Shiro dashes towards the hand, it suddenly crashes down, straight for him.
As the hand tries to grappel Shiro, the ferret leaps to the side and runs back toward Gwynn and Mysk.
The four air elementals fly toward Mysk, and two Large elementals appear in the circle.
GWYNN IS THE WINNER!
Mysk reappears in the lobby, still missing the skin of his face and with a gaping hole in his chest. "Damn it! How did she *F!*ing beat me?!?"
"And what do you want, pig?"
Chaos also disappears after Constatines battle.
KIRAN IS THE WINNER!
Lily sends a wave of negitive energy to cancel out the one Constatine made and before he gets to her tendrils of smoke from the creature wrap around constatine and start draining blood. ((It's an undead from MMII, rather nasty, all of it's attacks do con drain.
"Interesting. That little girl has quite a few aces up her sleeves. There may be a conversion in order."
"Is power all you care about? Nerull and his disciples are nothing but sinister trouble. They torment and tease you with unwanted power until your a lifeless husk like-"
"You? Look you supernatural steroid smacker, I don't care about you or your unlifestory. Unless it benefits me then shut up."
Kiran gives a deep, long sigh. Izhiata's words do nothing more than fuel his silent inferno of an inner rage. It will come back to bite him in the rear in due time. If whats been said is true then all he has to do is create a portal to the mighty abyss.
If the coffin doesnt work Constatine still uses his punch but another him appears from behind the undead and condenses postive energy around it and slams it together in the undead but controling it so that Lily doesnt touch it.
(Lily is still living correct?)
Narulls sword is stopped by Constatines blade standing before him is Constatine smiling.Your my opponent my dead foe...I was created to destroy people like you and your blade does nothing to me...The second Constatine trys forcing Narull to stay in this postion while his otherself comes crashing down.
(I so wish i knew about that ability on his scythe....I wanted to destroy a players character and if i knew just one slash from that damn thing would do it o man..lol)
(Ice Prison.Fort save or be obliderated make the save you still loose half your current hitpoints and half your bodies frozen.)
Squall takes the slashes an smiles as he pulls the blades further into his body so that they start getting covered in his blood an he drives his swords into her throat an right shoulder.
(He is so quick that it looks like he hasnt moved but he can flurry without anyone actually seeing him do it or any attack actually.)
"Damn right I am." Mysk reappear in the lobby, wobbling on his one remaining leg. He frowns at his appearance, largely devoid of flesh on his arms and legs. "Excuse me. I didn't realize the fights around here cost an arm and a leg. I shall retire to my room."
"Damn right I am." Mysk reappear in the lobby, wobbling on his one remaining leg. He frowns at his appearance, largely devoid of flesh on his arms and legs. "Excuse me. I didn't realize the fights around here cost an arm and a leg. I shall retire to my room."
((Again, if you want to fight I can make up someone or you can face anyone here.))
Squall hits the ground laughing wildly. He bursts into mist and solidifies above the boy spinning down driving his fist toward the boys face.
Meanwhile Neel begins to spin and flies through the air at Squall like a tornado Drill thing. Meanwhile the dog does the same. They hit chest and spine respectfully and hit him with claws, fangs and the force of the impact. They both then spin up into the air and fuse into one tornado thing and dissapear from view.
.....Little boy and puppy fight well together...Ill rip them to pieces together I guess.Squalls body is dripping with blood and he begins concentrating and the sky darkens above the combatants. It begins to rain softly then quickly picks up and blackwater begins falling down apon all. Squall begins laughing as it begins healing his families wounds and trying to seep into everyone elses wounds.
Well we just enjoy to show our dominance but Chaos.....Likes blowing himself up when we fuse our powers with him.....He forgets that we are still fighting and hes not the only one............
My bad Squall.....Your just to slow for me and I always like blowing myself up and forming back it feels AWESOME!
"I wasn't involved in this either, so I can't say for sure what any of the parties involved were thinking."
As Torrent slams into her, the woman is knocked back, laughing. She suddenly throws a dagger at Torrent as she stops.
Good. First, what's your name?
In torrent's mind he gets a message from Aquariaus.""Torrent I'm going to give you some tips buddy, Rushing in is all fun but try to sit back and watch how she fights. Watch her closely so you can find weakness's. If you just rush in she can take the advantage and take you out easier."
"I would be quiet because if you anger us there will be nothing to stop us....Not even baaltriel would dare think to stop us all."
Squall walks up to the two and puts his hands on both, he left the girl in Drakes "care" "Who are you and why do you believe we should not purge the world of these disgusting creatures..."
(If you all want to know I played Storm and Squall in a game my Dm tried to break me of playing water genasi so he had every Human in the world try killing my brothers whereever they went it seemed I could be hidden perfectly and some how humans would find me. It was in a low magic game but we had control over the elements well when My characters started slaughtering humans he attacked my family I wasnt with, with Drow so Storm and Squall flooded the entire planet killing everything that wasnt a water genasi my Dm was shocked and couldnt even come up with words hahaha. So it was not I who started hating humans but it was slowly put into me by my game group because after that game they each tried to kill my genasi off haha. So i started playing humans, But in the end water came back to me and so I have put humans on my hit list. Thats why all my games humans are dead,extinct or slaves to genasi. My players arent allowed to play them and if they want to they can be slaves or hunted down. Just wanted to give you some insight my friends.) :evillaugh