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Post by aardusxx on Sept 17, 2012 14:55:29 GMT -5
Edward awoke from his inward search for self-fulfillment to the sound of screams. He got up, sighing, why couldn't people just figure out how to die quietly? Like, people had totally no respect these days. Edward shouldered his blade in the most casual way vampirically possible, checked his reflection in a nearby puddle, adjusted his bangs and then headed off towards the disturbance.
Edward rounded a corner to find himself amid a massacre. A monstrous orc was swinging a twisted mutant by his hair, repeatedly smashing the thing onto a "strength tester" which would shoot up a medal rod and ding the bell at the top after each hit, all the while screaming in broken English "I'm not an Orc!!!" Edward sighed. He supposed it would be bad for ratings if he allowed the orc to continue to beat up mutants and so, brushing his bangs out of his eyes, he called out to the greenskin.
-Edward challenges Kroxx, the giant goblin
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 17, 2012 15:52:27 GMT -5
Ferdinand was having a very good time. walking around playing games and going on ride it was very dark now but he could tell that the operators looked strange but he knew he looked strange to some peoples.
He started to play a game the operator said to throw the darts at the balloons he thought they looked weird but he did it anyway and there was a thud as the dart hit what he was told was a balloon but it wasn't a balloon on further inspection they were actually skulls. He thought "well if that's that game they play", and started throwing with all his might smashing the skulls as the darts hit. The operator yelled "we have a winner" and went to give Ferdinand a neck lace. Ferdinand looked at it and saw it was actually made of entrails, he bowed his head "when in Rome", he thought to him self. He walked away and found a patch of flowers and put some of them in his necklace of entrails, he thought it looked better now.
He walked around some more and got a dog of corn they called it and it had a familiar eye in it but tasted fine. he was in the middle of a crowd when he heard someone yelling as the crowd parted he saw a knight all dressed up in armour. He thought to him self "Maybe its some sort of show", he smiled and looked on but then realized the knight was calling him out. Well if the knight wanted a fight he would give it to him he ate the last of his dog and charged at the knight.
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Sept 17, 2012 19:21:40 GMT -5
Boris was satiated having had yet another fine meal and was leisurely making notes in his journal on the new recipe he had concocted this same night; Coq Coq Elf du Meade. "Probably would have been better with an aged port" he thought, then laughed out loud and said to himself "who would have guessed that elves would be so gamy!". His hunter senses alarmed, and he 'jumped' to his feet, grabbing his weapon while stowing his precious journal and whirling to face this intruder in a single fluid motion that was well rehearsed, seemingly second nature. The light of the fire barely grazed the figure from that distance away. But Boris knew in a instant the evil that stood half covered by the corner of the circus tent. Something had drawn Boris here, almost against his normal cautious judgment, to camp just outside the visiting circus tents. Could it be that this Vampire, no wait, he sniffed the air again, unusual he thought, a Vampress? A grin slowly grew across his face, thinking that he must be either incredibly handsome in this part of the world to be stalked by yet another of the 'feminine' persuasion, or maybe they've heard of his extremely large 'reputation' , but more likely it was just another crazy wench with a sword wanting to make a name for herself. Boris let out a huge bellow, then went down on one knee, his weapon resting comfortably across his knee as he closed his eyes, letting his hunter senses take him over, and waited. He had played this game before with the undead and maybe this time he would try mace instead of tarragon.
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 17, 2012 20:07:43 GMT -5
The belligerent reaction and mocking challenge of the bull centaur sent a wave of fury coursing through Sir Mordred's body. His initial instinct was to charge in and decapitate the beast with a single, mighty blow delivered with all his strength and magnified by his destrier's devastating charge. Just as he was about to spur his steed however, a gentle breeze caressed his face and the fury faded, replaced by the stoic calm that had seen him through many years of questing. Thanking the Lady once again for Her blessing, Sir Mordred recognized that some magical force was influencing his mind and he repeated his vows to ward off its effects. Lifting his shield up and drawing his sword, he finished his vows before carefully allowing the charging beast to close the gap between them.
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Post by pmlizardmen on Sept 17, 2012 20:53:23 GMT -5
Kroxx thinking to himself that he was lucky that he is a little fat for a goblin or that cold blade might of chilled him to the bones. kroxx then mounted his mighty boar looking wolf and headed off towards his calling. kroxx then remebered what song he was singing and continued with the next goblin verse. as he hear a funny looking sparking guy calling him over. kroxx said "maybe he will be my friend" and headed towards him at full speed.
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Post by calitom on Sept 18, 2012 8:02:08 GMT -5
Finally coming to the sad worn down Festival of sorts, Yuki simply meandered about the grounds searching that which drew her in. She hated the feeling in the pit of her stomach she got from this place, but couldn't bring herself to leave it just yet. As she made her way through the crowd she heard the bellow of a challenge and suddenly a knight rode by at full tilt, she used this distraction as a means to get out of the crowd and hopefully to somewhere less populated as to meditate, or find a snack... whichever.
Finally reaching the outskirts of the Carnival ground she saw a fire nearby, and a rather large beast of a man kneeling beside it. Feigning ignorance she approached, hopefully this one wasn't of the rat or undead variety and she could have a snack, or at the very least a simple chat over a fire. A companion of sorts wouldn't be the least of her wishes at this point in time- considering the feeling this place was giving her, a short-lived friend might do her well.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2012 8:36:46 GMT -5
Sir Mordred Jaegar vs. Ferdinand
Ferdinand was puzzled at first at the behavior of the knight, who seemed to be all angry, and then just as suddenly calm. He grew uncharacteristically angry himself, although part of him didn’t understand why he took such offence at the knight interrupting his games and corned dog. No matter. He would crush this human nonetheless and go back to his fun.
Ferdinand stuck with rising aggression, but was unable to penetrate the defenses of the knight. Sir Mordred Jaegar’s counter attack cut through the bull centaur’s armor as if it wasn’t there. Ferdinand’s amulet tried to ward off the damage but the white glow of the Lady’s blessing countered this defense, allowing the knight to draw the first blood. Ferdinand easily avoided the hooves of the warhorse and circled around.
Sir Mordred struck again with his bastard sword, but without the momentum of his steed he was unable to harm the creature. He went on the defensive, using his shield to parry the attacks. The combatants slashed at one another again and again, Ferdinand unable to get through the knights’ plate mail and Sir Mordred unable to strike with the force necessary to wound the bull centaur.
The knight was able to break away the contact and gain some distance, to turn abruptly and charge. The increased force was enough to finally wound Ferdinand, who howled in pain at the twin gashes which opened up.
Ferdinand roared in frustration, and grabbed the warhorse roughly, feeling the iron shod hooves thunder against his breastplate in panic. He threw the horse to the ground, unseating the knight. As Sir Mordred rolled to his feet, Ferdinand was on him immediately, and sliced into the back of his shoulder blade as he was completing the roll. Sir Mordred felt the blood begin to course down his back from the wound.
Breathing heavily, both gave each other a wide berth, as they panted to catch their breath, testing one another with strikes, mainly geared towards keeping distance so they could recover. Both were injured, and knew they could not carry on this much longer as their energy began to rapidly deplete. Both launched again into frenzied combat, striking as fast and as hard as they were able. As they drew back again, Sir Mordred could hear the bull centaur’s labored breathing come in bloody gasps. He stepped back well out of range and watched as the creature looked around blankly, quickly unaware of his surroundings, clutching the mortal wound that ran deep into his lungs, filling them with blood. Ferdinand’s rage left him as he slipped to the ground in a heap. His eyes focused on a small flower, left unharmed by the furious combat around it. He smiled at this last vision of beauty.
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After battle thoughts: wow… grindfest! Eleven combat rounds!!! Sir Mordred had trouble wounding (since he needed 5’s) and the rerollable 1+ armor made Ferdinand unable to make his wounds stick… in the end what spelled Ferdinand’s downfall was that eventually Sir Mordred would wound, and with no armor saves and his ward forced reroll, when they did eventually happen, they would generally cause damage.
Round One: F: 3hits, 2 wounds, 2 failed armor, reroll still fails one, ward saved, forced reroll still saves M: 3 hits, one wound, ward failed – Ferdinand takes a wound! H: misses!
Round Two: M: 3 hits, 0 wounds F: 3 hits, 2 wounds, 1 armor failed, reroll passes H: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round Three: M: 3 hits, 1 wound, ward passed, forced reroll passes F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 2 armor saves H: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round four: M: 3 hits, 0 wounds F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 1 failed armor, reroll passes H: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round five: M: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward saved, forced reroll still saves F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 2 failed armor, rerolls both pass H: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round Six: M: 3 hits, 2 wounds, 2 failed ward – Ferdinand takes two wounds! F: 3 hits, 3 wounds, 1 failed armor, reroll passes H: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor passed
Round Seven: M: 1 hit, 0 wounds F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 2 failed armor, reroll still fails 1, ward failed – Mordred takes a wound! H: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor saves
Round Eight: M: 2 hits, 0 wounds F: 1 hit, 0 wounds H: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor saved
Round Nine: M: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward passed, forced reroll passes F: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 2 armor saves H: misses!
Round Ten: M: 3 hits, 1 wound, ward passed, forced reroll passes F: 4 hits, 3 wounds, 1 failed armor, reroll passes H: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round Eleven: M: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward failed – Ferdinand is slain!
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 19, 2012 9:58:40 GMT -5
Sir Mordred gasped heavily as his opponent bled out and died. Pondering the combat, he once again gave thanks to the Lady for Her intervention for without the Lady's blessing he most certainly would have recklessly attacked this most dangerous foe and he himself would likely be the one lying on the ground. Seeking refuge, he mounted his destrier and made his way toward a small pool of water surrounded by several trees that was remarkably empty of people. Upon crossing onto the grass, he immediately sensed the lifting of a veil in his vision and watched as his wounds miraculously healed and a sense of vigor and energy returned. Taking time out to scan the carnival, he closed his eyes and prayed once again to the Lady for guidance. Although he felt the same sense of calm and the feminine voice was similar to before, the vision granted was not what he expected. Rather than the chalice, a withered crone's face appeared and the words reminded him of his knightly vows to protect the weak regardless of how hideous their visage might be. Following the magical path back onto the carnival grounds to a fortune teller's tent , he dismounted. Upon hearing a scream from within, he rushed inside to see a beautiful young maiden wrestling with an aged and feeble female dressed in filthy rags and with a tangle of unkempt hair. As he separated the two, the young female landed a last telling blow that knocked her opponent unconscious. Turning to the maiden, Sir Mordred spoke in a stern tone, "Why do you attack this woman?". The siren regarded him with tears in her eyes and replied in a sultry voice, "Thank you for rescuing me, Sir Knight. This evil witch was trying to curse me and I sought to prevent her from casting her charms." As she spoke, Sir Mordred could once again feel magical forces trying to bend his mind but by force of will he resisted and felt a palpable wrongness in her words. Reaching out, he grasped the young woman firmly with one hand and rapidly relieved her or a tattered bag that jingled with coins. "You are a thief and a liar!" scolded Sir Mordred and with two steps he hauled the woman outside and casually tossed her into a muddy puddle. Spewing and sputtering, she cursed the knight and ran off. Returning to the tent, Sir Mordred carefully lent succor to the old woman and in clearing her hair recognized her as the crone from his vision. Despite the goose egg on her head, the crone recovered rapidly and regarded the knight carefully, "Thank you for your help, Sir Knight. In payment I will grant you a telling if you wish." Taking a gold sovereign from his pocket, Sir Mordred pushed it across the table toward the crone, "My vows require me to aid those in need so no payment is needed. However, I would pay for a telling if you are able." Smiling brightly, the hag deftly pocketed the coin and placed a crystal orb on the table before beginning to chant. "You seek a chalice and yet that is not suffice. Other powers vie and you need advice. A mirror is a reflection of the soul but battle is needed to pay the toll. To your vows you must remain true for to complete your quest three things must you do. Defeat the creatures who hunger for blood with malice then take from them the mystical chalice. Yet greater evil still with mortals will toy, find the gatekeeper and his amulet you must destroy. The mirror will guide you but control your wrath for giving in to temptation is a perilous path."
Sighing with exhaustion, the crone then reached into her garments and handed Sir Mordred a small, circular mirror. Rising from the table, Sir Mordred thanked the witch for her telling and jumped slightly as she and her tent faded from sight. Perhaps it was just a dream but the solidity of the mirror in his hand indicated otherwise. Mounting his faithful steed, Sir Mordred rode back toward his former refuge to consider his next actions.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2012 14:30:02 GMT -5
Edward Killin vs. Kroxx the giant goblin
Kroxx threw the mutant aside in a crumpled mess and ran towards the depressed looking vampire with the throngs of tween wood nymphs staring adoringly up at him. Kroxx lifted his greataxe and prepared to chop the annoying thing in half. Edward sighed at the futility of it all and lazily drew his sword in one fluid motion and sliced the giant goblin’s arm. This affected the trajectory of Kroxx’s downward swing so that the axe stuck into the head of one of the wood nymphs. He used his foot to rip the axe out, but unfortunately this put him off balance on his wolf-boar, and messed up his steed’s attack as well. One of the nymphs slapped Kroxx on the head and called him a “big meanie” but he barely noticed.
Edward tossed his bangs to the side and batted his eye lashes, but the orc seemed immune to his stare. He turned dramatically and sliced another gash into the orc, and with a flourish bowed to his adoring nymphs. Tragically however, the orc did not just die from this flamboyant attack, and as Edward’s attention turned, Kroxx punished him by sinking the axe into his back.
Edward turned with a somewhat icy, somewhat ambivalent, sort of non-descript glare, (he wasn’t that good of an actor after all) and began a wooden speech about how it was this insolent curr’s time to die. Kroxx’s pet wolf-boar’s tusks glanced harmlessly off Edward’s armor, and the nymph continued to slap fruitlessly against the massive orc.
Edward then sliced the orc’s head from his shoulders, waited for the body to realize this and fall, then waited a few moments more to be sure, before turning and bowing to the excited clapping of the wood nymphs.
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After battle thoughts… this was a close one… it came down to Edward striking first, as both had the same number of attacks and both ignored armor saves so it came down to a 4+ ward on both sides! Beguile/terror did nothing (and have yet to do anything yet). Kroxx had a point of toughness on Edward and a wound… but Edward had the weapon skill and initiative… could have gone either way and at the end both had one wound… so it was Edward that got to get the last one in…..
Round One: Beguile – passed Terror check - passed E: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward failed – Kroxx takes a wound! K: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward passed B: misses N: 1 hit, 0 wounds
Round Two: Beguile-passed Terror check-passed E: 2 hits, 1 wound, ward failed – Kroxx takes a wound! K: 2 hits, 2 wounds, 1 ward failed – Edward takes a wound! B: 1 hit, 1 wound, armor passed N: 1 hit, 0 wound
Round Three: Beguile – passed Terror check – passed E: four hits, 2 wounds, failed ward – Kroxx is slain!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2012 15:15:52 GMT -5
Yuki advanced cautiously, her trained combat senses at a heightened state. The telltale movements of the ogre signalled loud and clear that he meant to strike. “Silly beast” she thought… this is too easy.
Yuki’s sword moved too fast for the eye to follow, expertly carving large cuts into the ogre’s thick hide, with no resistance whatsoever. The ogre held an amulet which flared to life, and protective magic shielded him from many of the strikes. Yuki shrieked in rage, the spilled blood fueling her anger further that the creature did not fall as she commanded. She continued to cut, and cut again, blood spray covering her feral features.
Boris thundered in rage, his own blade going to work. Much slower yes, but still sure. His blade pierced Yuki’s heart and he felt her slump as her lifeblood left her. Her defiant eyes still glowered at him as he lay her down gently to the ground. Boris grabbed at the tent around him, ripping off large sections to tie off his gushing wounds. He had to find somewhere to hole up. He was hurt badly.
Boris stumbled from the tent and into the shadows. A man stood there dressed in finery. He tipped his top hat towards Boris and commended him for a job well done. The amulet the man held glowed and bathed Boris in a sickly yellow light. He felt his wounds close and the strength return to him.
“Thank you stranger” Borislav mumbled, still unsure of what was happening.
“Not a problem”, Quinn grinned at him with a smile which appeared hungry even by the ogre’s standards. “You have more work to do here.”
With that the man stepped backwards into the shadows and disappeared. Boris felt the rage grow within him, as if the light had infused him with a ravenous poison as much as with healing. He felt the need to hunt… and to feed.
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After battle thoughts – I thought Boris was dead meat here to be honest… but he made the crucial wards where it counted, in the initial bout of attacks, saving three! If Yuki would have had the trickster’s shard, this would have been all over for the ogre (and anyone else I think)… what saved Boris in addition was he is the only five wound character in the whole arena… even the mighty Yuki could only manage four wounds due to the ward saves working round one… and she only has two wounds, so the return hits combined with Yuki having no save really made for a quick end….
Round one:
Y: four hits, five hits after reroll, five wounds, no armor (S8), boris makes 3 ward saves, - Boris takes two wounds! Red fury gives two more attacks, two hits, two wounds, 0 ward made, Boris takes another 2 wounds! B: three hits, two wounds – Yuki is slain!
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 19, 2012 15:17:37 GMT -5
For the next round... we are at odd numbers, so someone is going to get a "buy" (as in they'll be part of story only this round).... So first challenge has it... you challenge and you get to pick your opponent for the one and only fight this round.... ....and if no one challenges (hoping for the "buy") within the next 24 hours I'll decide with a random die roll who runs into one another first....
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 19, 2012 18:56:53 GMT -5
Ferdinand lay after the battle, hit blood spilling out. The single flower was the last thing he saw as the world went black. He awoke much later and couldn't feel much of anything and could barley open his eyes as carnies and others gathered around him, he thought to him self, "they are going to help me, how nice" but then they rush at him biting and cutting but one large one grabbed him and pulled him away and fought off the rest. The world went black for Ferdinand again.
He woke again up right this time very cold and even more weary, he thought "if he didn't get help he wouldn't wake again". Then he noticed the one that had taken him away he was wearing all white with both lots of blood on his cloths and a huge knife. Ferdinand thought him self lucky to have been pulled away from the rest by a doctor, he also notice the other bull centaur on the other side of the room hung up by large hook in his back. The poor insane one must not have survived some operation cause most of his limbs had been taken off and the "doctor" was working on him now, and pull some large chucks off. He felt a last wave of blackness coming and knew he would not wake again he want to call out to the "doctor" but only a gurgle sound came out and as the lights faded the thing the Ferdinand had thought was a doctor turned and said "you'll be tomorrows special don't worry"
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Post by pmlizardmen on Sept 19, 2012 23:22:09 GMT -5
fluffy kroxx's mighty boar looking wolf picked up the mighty gient goblin and caried him home... maybe there is a goblin trick to puting a head back on. (head + magic mushrooms + a hammer = one ok gient orc)
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 20, 2012 13:54:31 GMT -5
Well since no one has volunteered a challenge... guess we're on to the old standby of "volun-told"....
the dice gods shall decide!
roll one: Sir Mordred Jaegar versus roll two: ....wait for it .....oooh the suspense....
Borisalav
Write up will be written Friday... along with the story arc which will include Edward.... then we should be in a fine position to see who fights Edward for the final victory of the arena!
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Sept 20, 2012 15:47:41 GMT -5
Boris ambled unsteadily through the maze of tents, his vision clouded, his normal confident steps hesitant and unsure. He felt, in a word, strange. What had that stranger done to him? His wounds suffered at the hand of the vampire witch seemed fully healed, and it felt like his energy had returned to him many times over. Still he felt an uncontrollable anger welling up inside. So intense was urge that he fought to control it. His hunter senses seemed distant in comparison to his anger and he struggled to allow his familiar self to be heard. Slowly his vision cleared, his senses returning and he finally became aware of exactly where he was. The enchanted stupor had brought him into the big top circus tent it seemed and although he knew his sight had come back he could not see beyond the circle of bright light that penetrated the darkness enveloping him. He knew that he was not alone on this place. The putrid stale air reeked of death with a faint undertone of horse, human and undead. It was then that Boris realized he was were something beyond his normal armour. It was large and square both front and back attached by heavy chain. He ripped it off and threw it to the ground. The plaquered landed face up on the ground. It read "CIRCUS IN TOWN.... Bring out your dead!" Boris heard laughter emanating from the darkness all around him. He was being played for a fool. The anger surged once again to the surface breaking free of the fragile grip he had upon it. He hated being made fun of ever since the first day of middle other school when they had misspelled his name on the teachers list and she during attendance called him "Doris". That name had stuck. But he got even with those that laughed and taunted him that day. Revenge is sweet and rather tasty. He knew that he was compelled to extract revenge, yet again, for malice treatment, and he didn't care upon who his wraith would be spent. Slowly he stepped out of the light and into the darkness allowing his eyes to adjust and he waited.
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