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Post by Tommy on Jun 23, 2010 18:00:28 GMT -5
Xerath stood against a stone wall, rage building inside him. He hungered not for food or water, those things were long gone to him, all he hungered for was combat, and the blood he would spill in Khornes name. A circle of guards had been posted around him to "keep him in line"... "Fools" he thought, "With a flick of my axe I could behead them all".. He eyed down the competition, "all of them weak to the core, just once i'd like to meet an honest match for me" he thought. As the matches were anounced he spurred his juggernaught, and broke threw the crowd of humans, slaying a few on the way by. Xerath burst into the arena rage flooding his vision, as he saw his enemy.....
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jun 24, 2010 11:17:26 GMT -5
Breunor watched the enormous Chaos warrior burst into the arena ahead of him, mighty juggernaut tearing large chunks of dirt from the arena floor with its iron hooves. His loyal shield bearers hoisted him off the ground aloft his ornate shield. Breunor readied his axe for the inevitable charge.
Xerath viewed his enemy with distain. He raised his axe of Khorne high, and bade his juggernaut forward. The massive bulk of metal tore through the arena at an alarming speed. Xerath swung the axe in a blinding torrent of attacks. Breunor deftly evaded the bulk of this maelstrom, however a single blow from the axe was able to strike home to the Dwarf Lord’s shoulder, driving him down to one knee on top of the shield bearers, who buckled under the force of the impact.
Breunor was just as accurate with his strikes to the Chaos warrior, attempting to drive Xerath’s momentum back.
“Hold” he called down to his shield bearers, who dug in and refused to move backwards. Xerath’s metal steed reared back to stomp the dwarves beneath it. Breunor was able to strike the beast fiercely as it came downward, as did his loyal shield bearers. The Dwarf Lord was able to pierce the hide of the beast with his runed axe. Togar and Wulfgar however, were not able to land blows; they were so concentrated on holding their Lord steadfast. As the juggernaut came down with its iron hooves, Breunor was able to raise his shield in time to deflect the blows.
As the metal beast slammed into the arena floor, Xerath’s axe once again swept in a blinding array of attacks against the Dwarf. Breunor raised his axe and shield, stopping this fury, although he was backed to the edge of the ornate shield by the sheer force of the blows. Xerath was howling with rage. How dare this insolent creature stand before the might of Khorne? Togar and Wulfgar slammed their weapons uselessly against the armoured behemoth before them, the armour easily protecting both beast and rider.
The massive juggernaut smashed at the Dwarf with his full weight, knocking Breunor to the ground, and sending his shield bearers sprawling. Breunor rolled and stood in one fluid motion. His loyal friends were unconscious on the ground. Blood was trickling down his arm from his wound earlier, making his hands slick upon the haft of his weapon.
Rage consuming Xerath beyond all reason, he leapt from his steed towards the Dwarf, bringing his axe down to decapitate Breunor. His scream of "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" was completely inaudible due to the roaring of the crowd. Xerath screamed in frustration as his powerful swing was deflected by the shield. As Breunor’s shield was ripped from his grasp, he brought his axe up in a devastating swing which sliced through the armour protecting Xerath’s neck, and sent the Chaos warrior’s head toppling to the ground. The juggernaut fell immobile to the ground as the dark energies from its master faded.
Togar and Wulfgar were struggling to their feet, still groggy. Breunor raised his axe in triumph, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheering.
After battle thoughts…
This was certainly an interesting one to roll up and could have easily gone either way. The first round saw a wound by both Bruenor and Xerath hit home, however Xerath had scored two unsaved wounds at the beginning and I opted to use Bruenor’s one reroll for the armor save. Pretty much the shield bearers didn’t do anything offensive, and the juggernaut’s attacks were all saved by Bruenor’s armor. What made a huge difference in this was the fact that Bruenor was immune to killing blow (he would have died round two without it) and that Xerath only had two wounds… both having a 0+ AS made it very difficult for either to score any wounds… Xerath never lost frenzy through the whole fight too… Bruenor having one more WS made a BIG difference!
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 24, 2010 13:38:21 GMT -5
Wow. That's a big shock to me. I seriously expected Xerath to take this whole thing. I suppose despite his 0+ save, he only had 2 wounds and did not have a Ward Save....a couple poor rolls and he's out.
T5 and immunity to Killing Blow will make that Dwarf a hard one to get as well!
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Post by BewareOfTom on Jun 24, 2010 14:11:41 GMT -5
as thoaror watched the fight he yelled "MUHAHAHAHAH!!!! now THATS a fight, come on ya little runt your mine in the next round!" and then spilled some of his beer and promptly beat a waitress and went to the staging area for the next fight.
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Post by redshirt2375 on Jun 24, 2010 14:15:37 GMT -5
Lok'Khar chuckled to himself as the Dwarven Lord decapitated the Khone Champion. As he'd expected, the Chaos warrior was all rage and no skill. Anger could be a valuable tool when honed to be a weapon, but blind all-out rage was something any experienced warrior could manipulate to their advantage.
The Dwarf Lord had been lucky, for like all his race, he relied to heavily on their natural durability as opposed to any true skill as a fighter. True, they would be a tough opponent, but not something a warrior with centuries more experience shouldn't be able to handle.
With luck, one of the other competators would get lucky and put down the dwarf before Lok'khar would have to face him.
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Post by LizardTau on Jun 24, 2010 19:59:48 GMT -5
Shazzar watched the battle cold and calcutlating. Watching all their moves. Like all of his race saurus were slow to emotion but found battle as second nature. He admited to him self he did enjoy seeing the one from chaos die, wished he could have been the one to end its life for the old one. Chaos and skaven the only creatures in the world that were here against the will of the gods. But that mattered not, his nature was getting restless he wanted to fight, and kill. And if he died well, no saurus has died of old age and at over 2000 he didn't want to be the first. But he strongly believed the gods still had plans for him and he intended to enjoy this arena.
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 24, 2010 20:27:16 GMT -5
Kelethan smiled savagely as he watched the Chaos champion tumble to the ground. Though he was somewhat annoyed that it was the wretched Dwarf who had finished him, he was pleased to see any spawn of the Dark Gods die in failure. He had also learned valuable things about the Dwarf. The addition of his companions in the Arena was cowardly in Kelethan's opinion, but it would still necessitate a change in plans. He had already seen them save their master's neck from the axe of the northman, and held no doubts they would place themselves before his blade in a similar fashion. If it came to a fight between he and the Dwarf, he would just have to kill them all at once.
He glanced over and watched his Saurian foe observing the match as well, cold and silent like all of his race. He found he could not help but trace the patterns his sword would take through the beast's neck in its scales. He fingered the hilt of his ancient greatsword, exalting in the feel of armour on his shoulders once again, and prepared for combat.
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Champion of the Anvach Arena of Death
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Jun 25, 2010 5:30:03 GMT -5
Breunor relaxed his firm grip on his axe, letting it rest gently on the area floor, then leaning forward onto the handle took in the moment. The crowd (except for one section with the banner "Khorne Rules") was still roaring and applauding at the spectacle they had just witnessed. He saw his companions assisting each other up from the ground where they had fallen. It was the first time in many a fight that the lord had seen his sturdy friends loose there footing, a testament to the "strength" of the now dead opponent. Surely, as his comrades would later attest to, that although the blows that did connect were powerful, it was the strength of the stench that nearly overcame the proud trio. Breunor eyes still burned and could all but taste the wretched beast. Ah, he thought, nothing a good pint of ale wouldn’t cure. The gods of fate surely shone on him this day, he reflected, as how fortunate it was that he saw his shoelace was untied and bent down the tie it up causing the big one to nearly swing clear of him, glancing his now wounded shoulder. But such was his luck in all his encounters which was another reason the High King had sent him. Something the King kept reminding him about.....what was it....about the shoe of a horse? He collected his fiends and set off out of the arena wanting to see what information Drizzt had acquired. The arena staff was busy dragging the blood letting corpse of his dead opponent towards the kitchen and he made a mental note to himself to steer away for the KHORNE DOGS at the concession stands.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jun 26, 2010 11:56:42 GMT -5
Blademaster Kelethan stood in the centre of the arena, his white sword sheathed, motionless, eyes closed, while the crowd roared. He heard as his battle was announced. He felt the presence of the giant saurus enter the arena.
Shazzar strode forward amidst the din of the crowd. His scimitar glinting in the afternoon sunlight, light reflecting off of his iron hard scales. His vision narrowed and he focused upon his prey. The elf was just standing there with its’ eyes closed. It didn’t even have it’s weapon out. Arrogance. Blind arrogance that would lead to this fragile thing’s downfall.
Shazzar began to ran forward, a low pitched growl in his throat. His anger fuelled by the slight smile on the elf’s face. It was time to strike down this foe. Shazzar swung his scimitar in a flashing arc to cut the elf in half.
With a speed that could barely be perceived by the hulking saurus, Kelethan simultaneously pulled his sword, spun low, and struck home with three deadly slices across the chest of Shazzar. The great saurus’ momentum had him take three more steps forward before falling to his knees on the bloody arena floor. Shazzar looked down incredulously at his chest and the blood pouring forth. Kelethan’s clutched at the magical amulet on his chest and winced and his hand drew back bloody. That Talisman of Loec exacted it’s price upon the blademaster for the unnatural skill it gave him.
Blademaster Kelethan gave a cursory bow to Lord Garon’s direction as Shazzar fell lifeless to the sand, and the crowd, who had been staring stunned at this display, suddenly erupted into cheers.
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After Battle thoughts:
Matt, this character is brutal! mind you he'll probably be toast if someone can live through two of your onslaughts (I'm not really sure what can though!)... Jason - your character was very cool and built well 2+/5+ and seven attacks... if you would have been able to strike, I think the elf would have probably bought it... I was surprised at how nasty a combo the high elf was...
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Jun 26, 2010 11:57:42 GMT -5
....oh and for those in the crowd who are "voting" in the poll... you can retract your bets as this goes and choose a new favorite (no sense betting on the dead guys right?)
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 26, 2010 12:20:45 GMT -5
Huzzah. I survived the first round. I guess my character works better when I don't roll the dice, as I have a disturbing habit of rolling a handful of 2's followed by 1's.
I quite enjoyed the fluff. Kelethan acted pretty much exactly as he would have, and I quite like the thought of the crowd hardly even noticing what's happened until the saurus collapses.
As an aside, if you could hold Elizabeth's fight until the last, she's out of town for a couple days and wants to do up some fluff for her guy before the fight, but can't get to a compy ATM.
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Post by thesanityassassin on Jun 26, 2010 12:30:41 GMT -5
The fight had progressed exactly how Kelethan had seen it in his mind a thousand times in preparation for the battle. He had not even needed to open his eyes. The vibrations of the creature's feet hitting the sand, and the whistle of it's great blade through the air had told him all he needed to know about its intent. His own unmatched skill coupled with the blessings of the Trickster had seen to the rest. He knew that one day Loec would collect his due, and that it would be he who's life ended face down in the sand. Such a fate had been determined hundreds of years earlier, when he had first sworn his oath to the god in order to ensure his entrance into the White Tower. For 800 years such a fate had been avoided, and Kelethan was determined not to fear his end. He entered every battle self assured of his victory, and felt that such victories would continue to come so long as he believed they would. Drawing an ancient, stained piece of cloth from beneath his great scabbard, he wiped Shazzar's blood from his sword, adding the vitae of the Oldblood to that of a thousand champions who had tempted his blade in the past. As he walked from the arena he became aware of the intent gazes resting on him from the other competitors. He paid them no mind, blocking them out along with the hoots and cries of the frenzied, filthy crowd, and headed straight back to his quarters, intent on resuming his daily routine of meditation and training, as if the bloody match had never even occurred.
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Post by redshirt2375 on Jun 26, 2010 13:57:54 GMT -5
The 3 strikes were perfect and exact. Each made with minimal effort, but to maximum killing effect. The strokes of an master painter working on his next masterpiece; the deadly swings of a master swordsman.
Lok'khar smirks to himself as he turns from the spectacle below. The fight was over before it began. The lizard had obviously never met a High Elven swordmaster before, his head long rush to his death making it clear he'd not known the skill of his opponent. A dull thud behind him is evidence enough to Lok'khar that the match is indeed over and the High Elf victorious, but the cheering from the crowd moments later as they finally realize for themselves that the fight has been won if a solid confirmation. Besting this High Elf would be the first step in his redemption and the first step in his part to bloody vengeance, but it must be a fight for the prize for it to be worth anything.
His head shakes and he snarls at himself for letting his mind wander. He must stay focused, he can't afford to be distracted by things to come, when first he must crush his already assigned opponent. There would be time enough to plan the future once all his present enemies were laying dead in the sand of the arena floor
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Post by LizardTau on Jun 26, 2010 15:32:45 GMT -5
yeah once i saw what his item did and such i thought my guy was dead, unless he was really lucky to get though the first attack
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Post by venom on Jun 26, 2010 16:51:34 GMT -5
Trax wakes and remembers taking his winning from the dice game to bar and meeting the bar wench. But then it become a blur. He lays in the bed thinking and then notices the position of the sun. and jumps out of bed. The arena has already started. He easily makes it to the arena since most of the people in the city were there already. If he hadn't been in a hurry he could have took a look around. He was able to make it in time to see the sword master and the large lizard enter their sides of the arena. He could clearly see the attacks made by the sword master. They were fast but he was faster. He would be able to hit the master many times before he could even get his sword on him. And the poisons and venoms on his blade would do the rest. He took a quick look around to see who else was there and noticed the chaos warrior was not. This was a surprise and a pleasant one the only one he truly feared. The sword master would be fun a true gamble same with the others but then he noticed his opponent again and yawed that would have to wait. It was going to be a boring first battle
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