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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 13, 2012 13:14:41 GMT -5
Slashvin vs. Yuki
Yuki stood pondering the sight before her, blinking her eyes at first, believing it to be more of the strange illusions of this land. It was a curious sight to be sure, a skaven being borne aloft by a bed of smaller rats in a sort of crawling palanquin. The odd creature was standing in a clearing, bowing to the trees around him, apparently believing he was being cheered by a crowd. As the skaven finished his posturing, he turned to her and pointed, issuing a challenge and drawing his weapon.
“This is strange”, Yuki said aloud. Her hand rested easily on the pommel of her sword, and she stood at what would appear to be a relaxed pose. This was all deception of course, as she was never truly at ease.
Shlashvin rushed forward, screaming for glory and blood, vengeance for a multitude of believed slights and wrongs inflicted by this undead creature. The face of the skaven warlord changed however, as his strikes turned slow and the world seemed to gel around him. Still appearing to be relaxed, Yuki drew her sword in one fluid motion, and spun impossibly fast.
“No one is that fast” Shlashvin thought, suddenly lucid and perfectly clear as to what was about to happen. The skaven had never met a match for his speed, yet here he was moving in slow motion unable to land a blow before the spinning vampire cut him into pieces.
“No one is that fast” he thought again as the world grew dark.
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After battle thoughts.
Holy crap…. Ummm… I don’t know what to say….. Yuki didn’t even have to use her red fury ability… there could have been a potential three more wounds at strength 8!…. Well here’s how that one played out roll wise:
Round one:
Fear check: S rolls 4 – pass! Y: 2 hits initial, 4 total after rerolls, 4 wounds, no armor saves (S8), 1 ward save, S dies!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 13, 2012 14:23:33 GMT -5
Ferdinand was surprised by the sudden violence of his kin who struck at him before he could even introduce himself! Bal’haphut’s weapon easily found a way through Ferdinand’s thick armor, but luckily his magical talisman protected him. Ferdinand hit back, cutting Bal’haphut’s flesh. Bal’haphut grimaced as his protective magics which should have repelled this attack did not function. He was going to have to speak to that smith when this was all over.
The bull centaurs circled one another, lashing out when they found a weakness, however they were very evenly matched, and both so very well protected that soon they were labouring over the exertion of trying to penetrate one another’s defenses.
Ferdinand kept trying to talk to his brethren and convince him they should just stop fighting and go find some flowers to smell. Bal’haphut could not believe this creature, kin to him, would continue to insult him so!
Bal’haphut crushed a flowering plant beneath one hoof as they circled. Ferdinand lost concentration and could not help but look towards the poor helpless plant. Bal’haphut took this moment to go inside the shield of Ferdinand and he was able to land a strike to his side. Ferdinand felt the rage boiling inside of him.
“Look what you’ve done!” he roared, his normally complacent face twisted with anger.
Bal’haphut was taken aback by the ferocity of Ferdinand’s assault. At first this seemed to be so disorganized that it was ineffectual for all the rage behind it, however it forced him backwards and unable to launch an effective counter assault. Ferdinand’s sword found purchase in flesh and blood began to spray over both combatants. Ferdinand could not distinguish anymore whether it was his blood or his opponent’s. It didn’t matter. Such callous evil must be undone!
Bal’haphut’s shield began to tire from the relentless assault, and he could feel the strength leaving him as Ferdinand overwhelmed him with strike after strike. Bal’haphut finally fell to the earth, unable to take anymore, and could feel the life leaving him. As he lay dying, he could see Ferdinand suddenly stop, and bend down over the plant he inadvertently had crushed.
“What do you know”, Ferdinand’s face was calm again “It’s going to be okay. No harm done!” Ferdinand wiped the blood from his sword and skipped off.
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After battle thoughts… wow, what a slugfest…. Eleven rounds to finish it! With an extra attack, extra point of strength and forcing rerolls of the wards, it seemed on paper that Ferdinand had the advantage, but a 1+ rerollable armor save is really, really hard to get through! (especially on a T5 four wound opponent with the same WS!!!). The strength bonus played a big part (easier to wound and less armor save) but the trickster’s shard accounted for three of the wounds Bal’haphut took!
Here’s how the battle shook out -
Round one: Roll off for initiative – B wins B: 2 hits, 1 wound, armor failed, ward passed F: 3 hits, 3 wounds, 1 armor failed, reroll fails, ward passes, forced reroll fails – B takes a wound
Round two: Roll off for initiative – F wins F: 2 hits, 1 wound, armor passed B: 1 hit, no wound
Round three: Roll off for initiative – B wins B: 3 hits, 2 wounds, 1 armor failed, ward passed F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 1 armor failed, reroll passes
Round four: Roll off for initiative – B wins B: 3 hits, 2 wounds, armor passed F: 4 hits, 3 wounds, 3 armor failed, rerolls all pass!
Round five: Initiative: F wins F: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor passed B: 3 hits, 1 armor failed, ward failed – F takes a wound!
Round six: initiative – B wins B: 2 hits, 1 wound, armor failed ward passed F: 3 hits, 2 wounds, 2 armor failed, rerolls failed, 1 ward passed, reroll passes – B takes 1 wound!
Round seven: Initiative – B wins B: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor passes F: whiffles!
Round eight: Initiative – F wins F: 1 hit, doesn’t wound B: whiffles!
Round nine: Initiative – F wins F: 2 hits, no wounds B: 3 hits, 1 wound, armor save passes
Round ten: Initiative – F wins F: 3 hits, 3 wounds – 2 failed armor, 2 failed rerolls, 2 passed wards, rerolls 1 failed – B takes a wound! B: whiffles!
Round eleven: Initiative – B wins B: 2 hits, 1 wound, pass armor F: 1 hit, 1 wound, failed armor, failed reroll, passed ward, force reroll – failed – B is slain!
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Post by calitom on Sept 13, 2012 16:03:49 GMT -5
Yuki pulled her cloak tightly around herself once more as she scanned the area for possible onlookers... She hated to let witnesses live to tell the tale, another of her sire's teachings. Flicking her sword the blood came from it, splattering across the floor as she sheathed it- all seemingly in one smooth motion. But mere seconds before she had noticed the beast, but she learned such seconds were all that held importance in a life where time stood still. Perhaps another would sate her thirst, as blood of the undead, especially of Skaven variety ran cold and smelled awful.
Wander she did, still looking for that which drew her in.
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 13, 2012 16:39:03 GMT -5
After the fight Ferdinand had looked around the carnival, it was dark now and there was more about. Rides and game and everyone looked strange but he was actually haveing some fun, he ate what one of the venders called "candy floss" and it was stringy candy coloured like flowers. It didnt smell like flowers but it tasted good, he also played a game where you throw a ball at bottles but you could never get them all down no matter how hard you tried, he assumed that was part of the fun of it.
After all the fun he went back to the flowers and sat there and smelled them for a while, thinking he needed to start searching for what he came for again, he decided to smell the flowers a little longer before he would go out and fight again.
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Post by nekekami on Sept 13, 2012 16:56:20 GMT -5
The High Elf was not surprised to see the striped tents and pennants around this part of the world - almost everyone had one, and he himself had three - but what got him was the ridiculous colours that were fluttering, tattered as they were, in the breeze.
Naturally he continued closer, and was actually pleased to see the carnival faire, picking up his pace to see if he was late or not to make a few coins before speeding his way along; At least, that was his plan, until the feeling of eyes on his back had him glancing over his shoulder at the rider coming down the road behind him, and the twinge inside him that had him loosening the sword in it's scabbard, telling him that to kill this one would lead to even greater riches...
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Post by aardusxx on Sept 13, 2012 19:26:50 GMT -5
Edward plodded angstily through the carnival, black baloon in hand (all the other colours didn't express the bleakness of the world) and the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was conflicted. Should he have killed the orc or not? Was he finally succumbing to the evils of the world? He couldn't quite decide, so he distracted himself by playing with his bangs. A three headed mutant wielding a sledgehammer called to him, asking if he'd "test his strength" Edward coldly refused, and stalked off away from the carnival with a resigned sigh, beset on all sides by his fanatical wood nymphs. He wasn't even sure if he could've lifted the hammer, and besides the weight might give him blisters, and blisters were so not in. No one understood him.
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Post by canadianguy on Sept 14, 2012 15:27:32 GMT -5
Friday nights are for fighting!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 14, 2012 17:00:17 GMT -5
lol... the next fight is half finished, with all the rolls done... but work got crazy so there it sits... Monday is next update....
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Post by canadianguy on Sept 14, 2012 18:29:25 GMT -5
Oh no the anticipationnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 17, 2012 8:58:43 GMT -5
Kroxx vs. Kithas Kithas swept his blade in an arc, leaving icy fog in its wake. The orc didn’t take the hint, and kept coming, spurring his boar faster. Kithas set himself ready for the charge and waited for the moment to strike. Kroxx howled his best goblin war cry and charged. Kithas stepped to the side and struck with his sword, causing a tremor to pulse through Kroxx which was exceedingly cold. Kroxx might have thought he was a goblin, but he was still tough as an orc however, and shrugged this effect off and was unharmed. The warboss struck with his own weapon, and his boar attempted to impale the dark elf on razor sharp tusks. As Kithas leapt out of the way of the ravenous beast, Kroxx was able to land a telling blow, staggering the dreadlord from the force of the impact.
Kithas composed himself quickly and launched another assault, chillblade wreathing the warboss in frost, but the orc seemed to ignore the debilitating effects. Kroxx struck the dark elf hard, knocking Kithas backwards, the boar’s tusks grazing the dreadlord’s armor. Kithas staggered backwards, uninjured thanks to his enchanted armor, but wary of the strength of his adversary, who for some strange reason appeared completely immune to his blade’s powers, which normally by this point have slain any who dared stand against him.
Kithas could feel his breath wheezing and knew the initial wound had probably broken a rib. He spit blood and launched another attack at the orc. Kroxx felt his shoulder go numb from the freezing impact of the blade, but his mighty goblin amulet protected him from the dark elf magic. Roaring his goblin warcry to the skies, Kroxx struck back, and with two quick chops severed the Kithas’ sword arm, dropping him to the ground. Kithas glared at the orc in defiance as the axe came down a final time.
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After battle thoughts:
Well the chillblade is a cool item, but versus the T5 orc it had a rather difficult time getting through to do it's cool effect... (pun intended).... basically Kithas got a lucky Toughness test result right away, but even with the forced reroll the ward save held... and things just went downhill for the dark elf from there, given he was relying on a 50% ward save to live, and was being wounded on 2's!
Round One:
Kithas: 2 hits – forces two toughness tests – 1 failed/1 passed – passed doesn’t wound – ward passed, reroll still passes Kroxx: 3 hits, 2 wounds, 1 regen passed, - Kithas takes a wound! Boar: misses!
Round Two:
Kithas: 2 hits – forces 2 T tests – both passed – 1 normal wound, saved by armor Kroxx: 1 hit, 1 wound, regen passed Boar: 1 hit, does not wound
Round Three:
Kithas: 2 hits – forces two T tests – both passed – does not wound normally Kroxx: 2 hits – two wounds, regens failed – Kithas is slain!
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 17, 2012 9:36:43 GMT -5
Sir Mordred continued along a narrow lane between two buildings as sounds of distant battle echoed through the ruins. The vampire he knew was present awaited him somewhere but he continued resolutely onward, committed to eliminating the evil and recovering the chalice. As the lane opened into a circular grassy area the knight was taken aback by the sight of a leather clad elf with a two handed sword even larger than his own casually observing him. Hailing the elf as he approached, Sir Mordred noticed the numerous notches along the elf's belt. The elf offered a ritual salute which Sir Mordred recognized as a gladiator's challenge and only then did he himself realize that the area he had entered was an abandoned arena. Although he was loathe to battle one of the noble race like this elf when evil was rampant, Sir Mordred knew that the gladiator would not back down and honour demanded he accept the challenge. Returning the elf's signal with his acceptance, Sir Mordred raised his shield and drew his bastard sword with his other hand. Offering a prayer to the Lady, he awaited his deadly foe.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 17, 2012 10:22:00 GMT -5
Princess Alastruial vs. Borisalav Zenochka
Boris was still lumbering to his feet and grabbing his sword when Princess Alastruial attacked with blinding speed. She knew she had to fell the beast quickly before it could bring it’s great strength to bear. She also knew that these creatures, though strong, were slow. Her talisman flashed to life, spurring on the accuracy of her blade, cutting deep into the monster’s flesh, its crude armor useless against her. The magics of the talisman were fueled by her own spirit however, and it drained the colour from her skin as it took its toll upon her.
Boris was getting mad. The she-elf-thing had run over and started cutting at him before he could even get properly ready. He hated how elves tended to do that sort of thing every time! His anger rising, he spun his blade in a flourish. Alastruial parried three of the incoming attacks, but there seemed to be no end to the strikes. The next two did their painful work, cutting deeply into her sides and dropping her to the ground in an ever expanding pool of her own blood. Boris, panting at the effort, went to go grab himself a suitably sized spit. He had worked up a bit of an appetite.
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After battle thoughts… wow, that was quick…. Needing 5’s to wound the ogre, and only having a 5+ armor versus the ogre’s attacks (even with rerolls) made things very difficult for Alastruial. Her chance basically was with the talisman, and hopefully getting enough wounds through round one due to the rerolls to make the ogre wounded enough to die round two…. Unfortunately it didn’t work out that way for her, although she did get those two wounds in early. The ogre having five S6 attacks was just rough to deal with… and enough wounds that no one would likely have the attacks necessary to drop him one round, so they’re going to have to eat those attacks back….
Round One: Alastruial uses talisman of Loec
A: four hits, 2 wounds / reroll does not give more wounds, wards both failed – Boris takes two wounds! Alastruial take a wound from the talisman! B: two hits, two wounds, 2 failed armor, rerolls both fail, Alastruial is slain!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 17, 2012 11:34:11 GMT -5
Sir Mordred sighed inwardly. It seemed such a waste to slay this creature when he should instead be working cooperatively to combat the evil in this land. Morohtar appeared nonchalant as he approached, eyes flicking from item to item the knight held on his mount, quickly appraising the worth. As the knight finished praying to the Lady, Morohtar closed the distance between them and raised his weapon.
Sir Mordred had only rarely fought against high elves before, preferring them as allies. He was always impressed with their speed at arms, but was somewhat taken aback by being at the receiving end.
Morohtar sliced at the knight accurately, but Jaegar expertly shifted in the saddle, bringing his steed around so the high elf’s weapon glanced off his shield instead. Morohtar shifted again, urging the warhorse forward to break contact, and as he did so, he struck downwards, causing a wound to Morohtar as he tried to dive out of reach.
Sir Mordred circled around to get another run, using speed and momentum to his advantage. As he thundered past Morohtar, both swung at each other, the force knocking Jaegar from the war saddle to the ground. As the knight rolled to his feet, he dropped the shield and grasped his sword in both hands. As he came up he expected the high elf to be on him immediately, but was relieved to see that he had been successful in his strike as well. Morohtar had stepped back to avoid the great steed which was well trained to provide a barrier to his master in case of a dismount.
Morohtar side stepped the beast, to engage again. He knew he was injured badly, and soon there would be enough blood loss where he risked passing out. He had to finish this quickly, or he would be done for. His eye for prizes and glory could be his undoing, but it wasn’t the first time he had come close to death in his search, and it wouldn’t be the last he was sure.
Morohtar struck with expert precision, his blade slamming off the armor and parried by the knight, nothing finding purchase. Sir Mordred attacked. Leaning forward to shoulder the high elf backwards, following up with a double handed strike to the midsection, felling the elf. Sir Mordred Jaegar, straightened and moved to give Morohtar a clean quick death. His honorable foe deserved that.
------------------- After battle thoughts: Blame my poor dice rolling all you will, it was an online dice roller, honest! Morohtar’s downfall was having only a ward save for protection and being forced to reroll it every time… however out of 9 attacks (four of which rerolled!) round one, only 4 actually hit! The first two rounds, Jaegar only hit twice! (mind you with the forced ward rerolls he caused wounds each time). A rerollable 1+ armor save plus the blessing is pretty rough to get through…
Round One
M: 1 hit, 2 after rerolls, 1 wound, armor save made J: 1 hit, 1 wound, ward passed, force reroll fails – Morohtar take a wound! Horse: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor saved
Round Two
M: four hits, three wounds, 1 armor save made, 2 after rerolls, ward failed – Jaegar takes a wound! J: one hit, one wound, passed ward, force reroll, ward failed – Morohtar takes a wound! H: one hit, no wound
Round Three
M: four hits, three wounds, two armor made, reroll makes the third J: four hits, three wounds, three ward saves made, forced reroll still saves two – Morohtar takes a wound and is slain!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 17, 2012 12:25:13 GMT -5
Quinn stood in the shadows, watching the carnage take place around the outskirts of the carnival, sowing anger and aggression in the air whilst he held the artifact in his palm. His influence was barely noticed by the adventurers, and none seemed to sense his presence always just out of sight.
The last ones were the hardest to "push" to violence... they seemed to be so darn "civil" about the whole thing, he thought to himself. But they succumbed nonetheless. They were close now though, and actually at the grounds of the carnival itself. He had instructed his employees to keep a wide berth, but he wasn't sure how long that would last.
They were always so hungry, he thought. It was only a matter of time before they would give in to it. He had to make sure their numbers were whittled down more before the inevitable happened. Quinn had to ensure that these adventurers didn't end up banding together against the real threat of his carnival, and they kept at each other instead.
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Round one is complete... you are now in the carnival proper.... (feel free to add in whatever you'd like to your story here)... Round Two challenges are now open!!!!
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 17, 2012 14:09:57 GMT -5
Laying the high elf to rest, Sir Mordred built a small cairn atop the grave and then gave a prayer of thanks to the Lady for guiding his blade during the battle. The elf had fought well and with honour but the Bretonnian sill lamented the loss of life and history that ended with the gladiator's downfall. After a brief rest, he followed the strange noises to a bizarre carnival in what he thought were abandoned ruins. The beings and games being played were the stuff of nightmares but Sir Mordred felt the presence of the artifact somewhere near and focused his mind. Unfortunately, the taint of evil radiated from many areas and one in particular jarred him to suddenly open his eyes. A bull centaur, servant of the vile chaos dwarves, wandered through the crowd. Sir Mordred knew that such a beast was a creature of chaos and also likely to be in pursuit of magical treasures for his masters who prized such artifacts both for the magical power they provided and for the warped pleasure of perverting that intended to serve the cause of good. Screaming a challenge, he watched as the crowd parted and the beast looked toward him.
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