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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 21, 2011 18:49:22 GMT -5
Challenges:
Vladamir challenges Emillio Ivan the chaos dwarf challenges Rn-N-Tech Ivan the grandmaster challenges Beef
which leaves Lord Al Mighty vs. Tharn'kar
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Post by stonecutter on Nov 21, 2011 19:34:16 GMT -5
Following a brief rest after finishing off the vile vampire, Lord Al Mighty patted his faithful steed and remounted. Working his way through the ruins, he suddenly became aware of the sounds of combat and screams of agony that sounded very familiar. Spurring his mount into a trot, he rode toward the sound and quickly came to the source of the battle. As he watched, the high elf companion who had traveled with him collapsed beneath the foul blade of one of his dark elf kindred. Shouting a challenge, Lord Al Mighty drew his blade and raised it in salute to the Lady. While others may have taken advantage of the druchii's injuries and finished off the evil dark elf while he was still weakened, Lord Al Mighty was honour bound to extend the challenge and give his foe some time to recover. Sipping on his flask to remove the last traces of dust and thirst from his throat, the Bretonnian noble awaited his adversary's reply.
OOC - Holy crap people jumped in quick with the challenges!! I was intending on issuing one but just got back from class and voila - the dance card was already filled ;D
BTW, fantastic work by Shannon on coming up with all the awesome battle reports - well done!!
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Post by redshirt2375 on Nov 21, 2011 19:58:06 GMT -5
Tharn'Kar laughed as the vile elf gasped out his last breath. It was a laugh of both exultation at his victory, but also one of relief. His relief came from proof that the amulet would work, for a part of him had doubted Morathi's promise that it would protect him when it had failed his father.
Taking a moment to behead the corpse at his feat for spite, Tharn'kar was just preparing to sheath sword when he heard a shout of challenge from behind.
Turning quickly he saw a brightly armoured human, astride and equally armoured mount, who had lifted his sword in salute.
Tharn'Kar sneered at the pathetic human who obviously was one of the stupid knights from Bretonnia who prided themselves on their supposed virtuousness. It was a failing nearly as strong as that of his hated kin, of whom one now lay dead at his feat. It would seem that fate had deemed it was his duty to rid this world of yet another pompous fool.
Swinging his blade in a flourish that ended with the blade poised at his shoulder, Tharn'Kar advanced towards the knight to reduce the distance between them to limit the speed the knight would get when he inevitably charged as they always do.
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Nov 21, 2011 21:40:21 GMT -5
Sun-ya found no comfort in the blackness that enveloped her. This is not how she had envisioned her end. Sensei Jes-do-it will be so disappointed. She had calculated the laws of probability to be in her favour, just as every lizardling was taught as soon as they were spawned:
"The ancient one holds the key to life and death and in the face of evils breath, with a roll of dice, a number 1 will be his vice; allowing each of us to win the fight".
As Sun-ya exhaled her final breath she used all her remaining strength to raise her front right claw in front of the smirking undead monster, and extending her middle claw upward above the others as if pointing toward the open sky. For it was her nature to always get the final word. ;D
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Post by calitom on Nov 21, 2011 22:57:59 GMT -5
*just wanted to point out that the reflected wounds from the amulet only ignore armour stupid army builder.... noted - will ensure that it's so from now on... I'm not sure that things would have changed drastically from that, as round one saw four wounds (two wounds got through saves for sure as they were the dark elf's attacks so I did the saves, but two I just automatically assigned from the amulet might have been saved... odds were one of the two would have got through the 4+ ward but still, it's my mistake... sorry) Yeah, I mean if it was more like the warpstone armor where it reflected a STR 4 hit for every save or something to that degree I could see it being a bit more balanced, but ignoring even just armor entirely seems like a bit much. IC : Beef grunted a bit as he heard the human begin to charge... "Lemme get my pick me up why don't you." A swig of his drink and he was ready to go. Leaping to his feet he returned the humans charge, moo-ing all the while.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 22, 2011 6:31:52 GMT -5
OOC - Holy crap people jumped in quick with the challenges!! I was intending on issuing one but just got back from class and voila - the dance card was already filled ;D BTW, fantastic work by Shannon on coming up with all the awesome battle reports - well done!! Why thanks Frank! (credit goes to slow days at work ) yeah people were very quick for round two.. this may be the quickest arena yet... fastest to fill up, and everyone is adding their fluff nice as fast too - makes it WAY easier for me!
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Post by LizardTau on Nov 22, 2011 8:43:27 GMT -5
OOC - ya thanks Shannon anouther amazing story line and great battle reports. and sorry Frank i read the reports at work with my cell and when i got home i thought the next logical choise for my dwarf was to go after the richest guy in town lol
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 22, 2011 11:36:18 GMT -5
Rn-n-Tech ordered his guards to dispose of Sun-ya's body. He was surprised at how quickly the outsiders had come. Ironic that he had ages to properly seal the artifact, but arrogantly thought nothing could possibly intrude this far into his realm. He felt the power of the eye calling to him, telling him that more were coming. He had little time. So much could be undone by these blundering fools.
The Tomb King raised the artifact high, and winds rose with a roar, bringing with them a blinding curtain of sand to overcome the city.
"let them play with that for a while" he laughed.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 22, 2011 12:19:47 GMT -5
Emillio could hear Vladamir calling his name, taunting him into battle. He had no idea why the exalted would be suddenly so hell bent on fighting him of all people, but the followers of Khorne were known to fits of irrational rage, so that might be it. Emillio easily found Vladamir, stalking the ruins with his juggernaut, continuing to yell challenges.
“Stupid fool”, Emillio thought, shaking his head, “If there’s more Empire knights about he’ll bring the whole lance on top of us! Oh well, if it’s a lesson he wants, then a lesson he’ll get.” With that Emillio rode into view, casually calling out to Vladamir. “Will your kind ever learn?”
Vladamir howled in rage and charged the Slaanesh exalted, slashing repeatedly with his weapon, but unable to penetrate Emillio’s armor. In one fluid motion Emillio’s mount reacted by side-stepping the rampaging juggernaut as Emillio’s blade hit the side of the Khorne exalted. Although the armor appeared to hold firm, Vladamir felt the strength leave his body as his life force was absorbed by the blade. The Slaanesh steed tried to seep poison on him as well, but with a great force of will he tore free, bringing his mount to bear on his foe. The juggernaut’s steel jaws were unable to catch the fast moving steed of Slaanesh and Emillio slipped away. Emillio called to his God, sending forth wracking tendrils of pain to caress Vladamir. The energy of Khorne empowered his amulet however, and kept Vladamir safe from harm.
Vladamir staggered in his saddle, feeling the blood rage leaving him, but determined to see this through to its bloody end. He charged forward again, calling for Khorne to strike down his enemy. As Emillio moved, he ducked below the slashing blade of Vladamir, deflecting the weapon harmlessly, and driving his blade into his enemy. The last vestiges of strength left Vladamir, and he fell from his mount, the juggernaut falling inert as the daemonic energy animating it left with the lifeforce of his master.
“You should have known,” Emillio stated smugly, “Slaanesh gives only sweet dreams. I do not fear nightmares.” With that he rode away to find shelter, as a storm had swiftly risen and had already begun to entomb the corpse of Vladamir in sand.
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After battle thoughts - a very well matched pair, however doomed to be a short fight due to both only having two wounds each! As per the rules regarding effects that insta-kill or remove a model from play, the strength tests inflicted by Emillio were only allowed to do a single wound. (max 50% of total) Word of agony had pretty much no effect on the battle as Vladamir made the ward save for the one wound it did! Close match!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 22, 2011 15:18:08 GMT -5
Ivan held his greataxe at the ready, steeling himself for what was to come. What surprised him was this mummified form, holding aloft a glittering gem of immeasurable worth, calling a sandstorm into effect. The creature stopped as it saw the chaos dwarf, winds dying down immediately. As Ivan’s eyes naturally went to the priceless artifact, the tomb king became enraged and launched himself at the dwarf.
Rn-n-tech’s massive blade moved faster than the dwarf could believe possible. The force which hit him knocked him backwards with each strike. Luckily Ivan’s magical amulet protected him from the worst of the assault. It could only do so much however, and Ivan felt the blade biting into his flesh. As the tomb king caused this wound, Rn-n-tech’s talisman flared to life, creating a fiery shield around him.
Ivan attempted to mount a counter-attack. The strange shield deflected the strikes however. The undead creature attacked again, however the blows were less powerful than the initial attack, and Ivan’s battered armor was able to hold.
Ivan struck again, his great-axe driving through the protective barrier and sinking home into the mummified flesh. Rn-n-tech howled in pain and frustration, striking again at the interloper to his palace. Ivan’s armor and magical ward continued to hold strong despite the punishment. Ivan wrenched the axe free and struck again, hitting the tomb king’s amulet and shattering it to pieces as it stuck deeply in the creature’s chest. Rn-n-tech crumbled to dust at the chaos dwarf’s feet.
Ivan grabbed the glowing gem from the decayed remains. The eye of Jh’terin flared to live and Ivan could hear it whispering into his mind with a voice like scratching on the inside of his skull.
“Take me from this place and I will lay ruin to all who oppose you”
Ivan smiled at the thought of this. His broken and battered body already beginning to heal from the power of the gem. His voice sounded all too dry when he spoke. “Yeah, sounds good to me”.
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After battle thoughts:
Rn-n-tech’s high toughness and glittering scales were a good protection against most of the entrants of the arena.. but Ivan was still hitting him on 3’s and wounding him on 2’s. The critical beginning of the fight was when the tomb king was able to gain regeneration from causing wounds while at full health. This gave him a lot of survivability, as Ivan was no longer causing auto-wounds on a 2+! The durability of the dwarf however gave him the edge, as the 1+/4++ was a great defense.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 22, 2011 15:54:54 GMT -5
(please note – the battle did take into account Ivan the hammer’s mount benefits in the battle roll off, but since the narrative has him charging into the building dismounted, it’s not included in the story part – so Beef didn’t get his stomps in this battle, the warhorse attacked – but did absolutely nothing! And Ivan still got his improved armor save for being mounted)
Ivan the Hammer slammed past the decrepit tables and chairs of this ruined tavern. He slammed his great hammer into the gorebull summoning every ounce of anger for his fallen comrades. This creature was not a daemon of course, but was chaos tainted still, and for the moment, that was close enough revenge. Beef hardly felt the hammer thud into his thick hide, although this wasn’t through lack of damage, rather more so from high levels of drink. Despite the considerable size difference, Beef was knocked backwards from the force of the infuriated human’s attack.
“Oh so we’re playing rough are we?” Beef snorted, “How do you feel about this?”
He swung his mighty greataxe in an upward arc, knocking Ivan backwards through the air, smashing him through a pile of discarded chairs. Ivan struggled to his feet as Beef lowered his massive head and charged.
Ivan sidestepped the goring attack and slammed his hammer hard on the back of the beast, knocking it to it’s knees. Beef leapt forward at the human, knocking him backwards once more, and followed up with a ferocious swipe with his greataxe. The weapon struck home, sending excruciating pain through Ivan’s shoulder, staggering him backwards.
Despite the numb of alcohol, Beef could feel the grating pain of broken bones as he moved. Bellowing in anger he charged again. Ivan met him at the apex of the charge, hammer slamming directly into the skull of the charging beast, sending bone, blood and bits of brain matter splattering the walls of the room. The momentum of the dying gorebull was barely slowed, and Ivan had barely been able to avoid being crushed as Beef smashed into the bar, fully destroying it.
Covered in blood, much of it his, Ivan limped from the tavern to find his horse. As he exited the building, a sandstorm all of a sudden whipped into life, then just as suddenly ended in a matter of minutes. Ivan glanced all around him, suddenly very aware of his vulnerable state.
“I’ve got to get us shelter”, he said worriedly to his steed. He made it a block further away from the site of the battle and could not go on. He took refuge in an abandoned blacksmith shop, large enough to hold his horse, and intact enough to protect against these strange and sudden storms.
“Just resting my eyes”, he gasped, then fell unconscious.
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This was a very close fight… both combatants were down to one wound each when it was over… The beginning of the fight was all Ivan, where he scored a couple early wounds, but the Beef (probably hit enough to get mad I think!) started wailing on Ivan pretty hard. This fight went a total of six bloody rounds before Beef died (rolled a six for the toughness test and couldn’t make the ward due to the forced reroll). I like to think of it as his body just gave out long before the will to fight… seems more poetic that way… moo
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Post by LizardTau on Nov 22, 2011 20:42:03 GMT -5
Ivan stood there breathing heavy for a moment looking at the gem in his hand, it was perfect beyond his dreams. Oh he would keep this one for him self and all the other treasure in this place would go towards his dream. As well as the gems promise to destroy all his enemies, ah the mercenary leader Gilgamesh would not stand a chance now, Ivan Ironskin would be the one in charge. He wanted to get out of this damned dessert and the gem also wanted to get out of here he had heard it in his head, something no other gem he know of had done before but then again he hadn’t seen many gems close up it had usually been gold he dealt with, but he knew there were others in the city looking for the treasures of this place and he knew there was more treasure to be found. He then pondered how he could still hand onto the gem and use his axe, he knew that was imposable, the idea of putting it on his helmet came to him but he immediately dismissed that idea, he finally put it in a pouch at his waist closer to his hands then on his back but not out in the open were someone to take it without his knowing. He then moved through out the palace slowly, with out their leader the undead ether crumbed or were easily dispatched, then he went about collecting all the thing of value he could. He had spotted the large throne room and decided to put all the treasures there so he could gather them up and get the people he was working for to pick up their share, he would have his share gone before they got here. He then sat on the throne he thought it was only fitting and relaxed and had a nice nap waiting until he would go out and fetch Beef and see who else was left of the fights in the city if it was only Beef well he couldn't very well have Beef telling them exactly how much treasure he had uncovered now could he. (no challenges just relaxing and counting his treasure)
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Post by stonecutter on Nov 23, 2011 6:52:03 GMT -5
Lord Al Mighty finished praying to the Lady while keeping a close eye on the distant druchii. Peering intently, his sharp eyes noticed the strange damage to the high elf's plate armour - burns that appeared to have scorched the armour as though it were only paper and not hardened steel. Clearly, the damage could not have been inflicted by the massive two-handed sword wielded by the dark elf. Suspecting some type of poison, Lord Al Mighty kept his distance and moved into what was once some type of park in the ruined city. While honour demanded that he meet his foe in combat, he could and would delay the battle to give himself time to observe the druchii warrior in the hopes of detecting some type of weakness or at least determining the source of the strange damage to the high elf's armour.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Nov 23, 2011 9:35:51 GMT -5
Tharn'Kar was surprised to see the knight circle away from him. He had a right of course to be wary of him, but they usually charged in all guts and glory with little brains. He moved again to cut off some of the distance between them. Lord Al’ Mighty saw that the duel would proceed without the valuable information he needed, as there was no time to observe without allowing the dark elf time to be right on top of him. He prayed to the lady for strength and lowered his visor.
Tharn'Kar took advantage of the praying knight to launch his attack, moving nimbly across fallen branches and logs as if it was open ground. Lord Al’ Mighty raised his shield to block the assaulting dark elf, easily turning aside the weapon. The Bretonnian Lord struck out with his birthsword, unerringly hitting the weak points in Tharn’Kar’s armor. The black amulet began to spew black smoke which curled outwards towards the knight, causing him wracking pain. Lord Al’ Mighty tried to gain some distance by circling back defensively to catch his breath. At least now he knew what the strange burn marks were on the high elf!
Urging his mount forwards, Lord Al’ Mighty struck with renewed vigor, breaching the armored defenses of the dark elf once again, but this time the black smoke could not reach him before he galloped out of range. The smoke pulled back again on Tharn’Kar and the deadly wound from the blessed weapon appeared upon his flesh. Tharn’Kar pursued the knight, who was stopped from making his full distance by the tangled mess of woods here. Tharn’Kar struck at the knight with his great weapon, and Lord Al’ Mighty felt the protection of the lady surround him, and the sword was harmlessly deflected.
The Brettonian Lord swung round with his own weapon, slicing through the armor of the dark elf. Once again the amulet flared to life and Lord Al’ Mighty tried to gallop past it’s reach. Tharn’Kar would not have this however, and unexpectedly jumped upon the horse, grabbing onto the human and pulling him from his mount. The black smoke filled Lord Al’ Mighty’s lungs with searing pain. He rolled free of the dreadlord’s grapple and rose to his feet.
His mounted advantage now gone, the Bret Lord circled his foe warily. He could not easily escape the dreaded smoke unmounted. He struck with his sword repeatedly, each time deflected by the dark elf.
Tharn’Kar smiled evilly as he brought his own weapon down in an arcing strike, hammering at the fine armor of the knight. The fine wrought steel held however, and the human countered, heedless of the strength robbed from his muscles, and the blood making his grip slick. Tharn’Kar once again parried the strikes and brought his weapon to bear, sweeping low and catching Lord Al’ Mighty at the knees, felling him. Tharn’Kar brought the great sword down quickly, severing the human’s head before he could attempt to mount any type of attack. Even when prone a knight can still be deadly if you allow it.
Coughing, Tharn’Kar limped towards some nearby ruins. It appeared that Morathai’s amulet would take from him just as easily as from his foes.
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After battle thoughts:
Most of the damage the bret lord took was in his own turn to attack (again!). The rerollable armor save and blessing pretty much protected Lord Al’ Mighty from Tharn’Kar’s actual attacks until the last round. This went to five rounds of combat… with Tharn’Kar taking one wound in the combat (1+/4++ is extremely hard to get through… as is 1+ rerollable with 5+ blessing!) The big wild card with the dark elf is this reflecting a wound back when he makes a ward save…
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Post by stonecutter on Nov 23, 2011 11:42:40 GMT -5
As the dark elf stood in victorious triumph, a fey light enshrouded the knight and his mount. The light increased in brilliance until the druchii was forced back as the purifying rays burned his tainted soul. With a final burst, the elf was thrown back onto the ground while the knight and his steed vanished.
Back at his castle, Lord Al Mighty found himself again drifting toward the lake as the agony of his wounds wracked his body and his blood gushed forth. By some miracle, he continued to stagger forward until he spotted a stone plinth upon which a golden chalice rested. A feminine voice of untold majesty called out for him to drink and with his last gasp, the Bretonnian noble seized the chalice and emptied its contents. Instantly, the pain faded and his gruesome injuries began to mend. Rising from the altar, he again gave praise to the Lady and drifted back toward the shore. As he approached the gate, a cry of alarm went out as he was spotted but it soon turned to shouts of jubilant celebration. His castellan and vassal knights ran to greet him but stopped in shocked awe and dropped to their knees as their Lord drew near. Looking down at his hands, Lord Al Mighty saw the magical glow that signified his ascension to the highest order of knighthood - Bretonnia had gained another grail knight.
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