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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Aug 10, 2010 14:04:42 GMT -5
- note this thread is the active arena of death thread -> please try and post in character whenever possible, adding to the ongoing story-
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The gate crystal sanctum lies in the depth of Ember Castle, within the remains of the once bustling city of Tear Bridge. The sanctum is keyed to a nexus of arcane energies that runs like a web under the lands of the old world. It is in this ruined place that Dante Liguren, pours over ancient texts of incantations before an impossibly large crystal swirling with white light and humming with power. Dante’s skin is pulled taught over his bones; it has been too long since he has tasted warm blood, but the ritual demands patience, sacrifice and time.
Dante recites the final words of the incantation and the light begins to coalesce into the crystal and the humming rises to near painful levels. His red eyes darted to the text in front of him and back to the crystal. Something was very wrong here. With a deafening crescendo of thunder, arcane energies blasted from the crystal outwards, knocking Dante to the stone floor, and sending reverberations throughout the energy web. With effort the vampire lord dragged himself to his feet. He sighed heavily. That arcane pulse would be felt by any who worked the winds of magic. They would know that the gate crystal was here, and they would be coming for it.
Dante left the sanctum and the glowing crystal for the first time in years. He would need to feed if he was to have the strength to protect what was his.
Across the old world, the mages of the world, from the elves to the mighty Slanns felt the pulse, and knew that the gate crystal, long thought to have been destroyed, was now active. Its power had been used in the past to create the great chaos gate that summoned demons in an overwhelming wave upon the old world, nearly driving everything into chaos until the High Elves were able to close the gate, at considerable sacrifice.
Dark forces sent forth their emissaries to learn of this power’s location almost immediately. The forces of Order also learned of the crystal’s existence, and sent their own heroes to locate the crystal, and destroy it once and for all. None however knew the exact location of the energy pulse, and thus these forces were spread out to cover ground. All knew though, that there were others seeking the gate crystal, and they needed to be prepared to do whatever necessary once it was found.
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Post by LizardTau on Aug 10, 2010 16:46:39 GMT -5
It had been a day since Kha-Cho-Lot had the dream about the ruins and the ones he would fight there. That's when he saw a unit of terradons fliers over head calling his name. They pulled up and told him the the day before the slanns had felt the presence of a large magical crystal and wanted him to go secure it with his talents as they rallied forced to collect it.
They were farther away then many of the other races were and although they could rally fast the needed someone to hold the area as it would take time for them to get there. They did not know the exact location but pointed him in the area the dream had.
He did not tell the riders of his dream. But he knew this crystal was the reason for the dream. The old ones must want him to secure this item for them. He moved in the direction of the ruins with all speed.
Now as much wanting the crystal as wanting the battle he had been promised in his dream.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Aug 12, 2010 10:02:05 GMT -5
Here are the announcements of matches for Round One (rolled randomly):
Round One:
1. The Bringer of Love vs. Corrathok Darr’Uthrak 2. Luc vs. Grotxin 3. Insharx the insane vs. Uther Di Asturien 4. Prince Kerkutf vs. Mehimrael Bloodfist 5. Kha-Cho-Lot vs. Bob of Numas 6. Arathelian vs. Gorukk
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Post by redshirt2375 on Aug 12, 2010 14:49:41 GMT -5
the whispers only he seemed to hear told urged him on. The voice as seductive in it's promise of power if he could just find the item it wanted him to find. If he could overcome all that stood in his way of finding it he would know power beyond anything he had imagined before. With this power he'd be an equal to the Witch King, possibly even his better. If he could only find the crystal for the voice it would hand him the world...
Corrathok smiled to himself as he invisioned what he would do once he found the crystal. He was so lost in his dreams that he chariot driver had to shake him to get his attention.
"You'd better have a very good reason for touching me. Your life depends on it"
The driver flinched and after taking a deep swallow he said "Master, I saw something up ahead. I can't be sure what it was but it appeared as though the very ground was rotting as it passed. It almost appeared to be a walking mound of decaying flesh. The strange part is I swear it was laughing and singing to itself."
Having spent some time patrolling in the north very close to the Chaos Wastes, Corrathok instantly recongnized that what his driver had seen could only be a servant of the Chaos God known as Nurgle. "Quickly. Follow it. It would seem we have found our first obstacle."
Corrathok readied his lance and gently carrased the shard he had hung around his neck. A shard that had served him well in the past against the daemonic servants of the Dark Gods.
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Post by thesanityassassin on Aug 12, 2010 19:20:50 GMT -5
Ouch! That high Strength and re-roll wards give me a rough go against that gorebull!
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Post by danydaigle24 on Aug 13, 2010 7:20:34 GMT -5
Yeah but I need to kill you one shoot because or your initiative...
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Post by thesanityassassin on Aug 13, 2010 10:00:05 GMT -5
What's the strength of that guy?
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Post by danydaigle24 on Aug 13, 2010 10:51:06 GMT -5
S8
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Post by thesanityassassin on Aug 13, 2010 13:08:07 GMT -5
So much for my re-rollable 2+. I think you'll get me in one.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Aug 13, 2010 17:29:29 GMT -5
The bringer of love sang happily as he meandered through the blighted woods of this place, pausing at intervals to gently caress a flower as it instantly decayed into a wonderfully beautiful black husk. The flies surrounding the herald buzzed contentedly while maggots squirmed ever so nicely across his skin. Poppa Nurgle had truly blessed this day with pestilent filth, and it was going to be another wonderful day. His blissful reverie was interrupted by the sound of an approaching chariot.
The herald turned to see a dark elf standing astride a great chariot of black iron pulled by a snarling reptile. Those driving the beast forwards continually looked fearful of the lance-wielding elf commanding the chariot. He looked not very nice. The ender of pain only wished for them to know the warm embrace of Poppa Nurgle, so they too could be happy. He opened his arms wide to offer a welcoming embrace.
Corrathok Darr’Uthrak couldn't believe his eyes. The herald of Nurgle was apparently just standing there, welcoming the death that would be coming to the disgusting creature. The dark elf bade the chariot to ram full speed into the creature.
The chariot hit the herald full force, slamming nearly through the creature. The ender of pain wrapped his filthy arms around the cold one, and felt it's agony end as it decayed in moments. Even as his flesh regenerated the wounds that would have killed someone who was not as blessed as he, he in turn caressed the chariot drivers, and smiled as the flesh left their bones.
As he held the dark elf master close to his heart, he vomitted bile over him like a warm blanket. As Corrathok Darr’Uthrak's skin melted, he stared incredulously into the eyes of the bringer of love, who rocked him to endless sleep in the comforting embrace of Poppa Nurgle.
When his new friends stopped their quivering, the Herald return to his blighted path, whistling a happy tune....
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Post by BewareOfTom on Aug 13, 2010 18:04:56 GMT -5
As Mehimrael was stumbled though a path more filled with death and despair than usually as a foul stench reached him. After a few minutes behind a tree, he finally saw the reason for the stench, there was a dark elf chariot, "Strange" he thought, "By the look at the rotting it must be fairly old, but the design is of the newer chariots....". As he walked up he pulled out a cloth and shoved it over his face and saw what was left of Corrathok Darr’Uthrak on the ground covered in strange bile. "Heh, well thats what you get for trying to overthrow the witch king",Mehimrael kicked the corpse and went upwind so he could use some brew to get the taste out of his mouth...... "Hopefully I never have to fight whatever did that....." he said quietly to himself......
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Aug 16, 2010 20:03:25 GMT -5
Grotxin had stopped for lunch by a tall tree, letting Muncha hop excitedly around eating anything that moved. The voice of Mork had told him inside of his head to move to this strange land, and find his new trinket there, a big crystal that would grant him powers beyond his imagining. Grotxin had a fairly awesome imagination, so that spurred him on even more if it could be better than even he could wish! His daydreaming was interrupted by Muncha coming over to him and growling. He turned to see what had startled the great squig so. It was one of those chaos warriors, riding a big horse, with an even bigger flag. It was riding directly towards him.
Grotxin jumped aboard Muncha intent on beating a hasty retreat. The great squig had other ideas however, and appeared to want to eat the warrior's horse, rampaging full speed towards it.
"No..." screamed Grotxin, then thinking he better make the best of a bad situation, changed his mind to "oh well... charge then!"
Luc was puzzled that the little goblin was actually intending on meeting him in battle, the creature clearly no match for the standard bearer of Sulphiron. He spurred his steed forward, to dispatch the runt and continue on his way. He drew his blade in a fluid motion on the charge and slashed at the goblin, who seemed to bob and weave on the hopping squig to such a degree that his slashes could not strike home. Grotxin stood atop Muncha and slashed with his own blades, first deflecting the warrior's attacks, then attempting to land strikes of his own. The shifting black armor seemed to move his blades of their own accord, turning hits to misses in an instant. Grotxin's own blade slipped off the sword of the warrior to turn upon himself, drawing blood. Grotxin shrieked a curse and slashed a cut across the warrior's leg which appeared to get past the formidable defenses of armor and sword.
The chaos steed and great squig turned and struck out at one another, Muncha's teeth gnashed and scraped against the barding, while hooves pounded the ground in vain as the hopping squig was too quick to catch.
Luc cursed the little goblin and struck again with his sword, sweeping the blade in a deadly arc that should have taken the creature's head from it's shoulders. Grotxin remained untouched, but could not penetrate the defenses of the warrior either, twin blades clashing against the shifting armor without any real impact. Luc could scarcely believe this creature was still breathing, let alone besting him at swordplay. He roared in frustration and rage, slashing down with enough force to split the great squig in two... if he could only hit home! Grotxin continued to bounce out of the way at the last instant whenever the Father of Blades came close.
Mucha had enough of playing with the big horse, and decided it was time for lunch. He sprung up to the height of the chaos steed's neck and clamped down upon it, crushing the horse between his jaws.
Grotxin dove under the frustrated strikes of the chaos warrior and climbed onto the shifting wavering armor itself, striking with both of his blades as one, taking the surprised warrior's head off and sending it tumbling to the ground.
Muncha continued to happily consume the steed while his goblin master set to looting the warrior's pockets for gold.
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after battle note - longest fight thus far in this or the past arena!
the chaos warrior couldn't hit the WS10 -2 to hit goblin, and due to the rerolls, (and only being S4) the goblin couldn't hit & wound him either! Grotxin was able to get three hits the whole battle that wounded - and one was against himself! luckily one wasn't saved, and the other a killing blow that got past the ward save to finish Luc off...
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Post by stonecutter on Aug 17, 2010 9:37:33 GMT -5
Insharx goaded his tuskor through the ruins, giving it a sharp rap every time it tried to turn and bite him. A sudden flurry of movement sent the boar bolting forward in pursuit as a large, mangy canine chased a rabbit across a small courtyard. With a savage rip of tusks, Insharx's boar shredded the wolfish half-breed and then settled down to feed on the remains. Insharx roared with rage as his quest had thus far proved fruitless and the only prey in the ruins appeared to be pathetic vermin. With a sudden hint of glee however, he raised his own sensitive snout to the blood tinged air and inhaled deeply. Ripping his tuskor away from its grisly snack, he guided it forward, following the tantalising scent on the morning breeze. Soon, his mount also detected the new odour and its pace quickened. Coming around a corner, they both sighted their new prey across the open, debris littered plaza. A Bretonnian knight in full armour rapidly slapped his visor down and turned his barded steed to meet the now charging tuskor and wildly screaming Insharx,...
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Post by justice7ca on Aug 17, 2010 9:55:35 GMT -5
Uther was ready; the Orc screaming madly charging his way on his boar; tusks flailing.
Wearing the best and well crafted suit of armor given to any Bretonnian Lord, and ordained with garments given to him by his noblemen, in rich colour and lusting with virtue; Uther Di Asturien is a sight to behold, he and his horse stand tall. Unswayed by the nonsensical screaming of the Orc, Uther mutters a small prayer of courage, and raises his grail shield.
This is the moment Uther's been waiting for; maybe this foul Orc would be his undoing, maybe this Orc possesses the strength needed to best him.
Uther takes a deep breath, points his sword toward the Orc and kicks his heels into his snorting warhorse as it stomps forward. Now looking to add to his collection of trophies, he charges mercilessly toward his most hated enemy. Uther clutches his mantel of the damsel Elena, infused with the blessing given to him on his Grail Vow, he feels a spiritual embodiment of the Lady herself. Glory is certain; death, inevitable.
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Post by LizardTau on Aug 17, 2010 20:47:49 GMT -5
Kha-Cho-Lot continued to were he knew the ruins to be. Once he finally got to the ruins of the city, He knew for sure this was a place of his dream.
He walked the same path he had in the dream. Knowing he would come across some of the others from his dream soon he stood ready to strike as a moment notice.
He looked around a corner and there was a Tomb King. On a chariot coming his way. This thing was not Cho(warm blood) like the ones he was most famous for killing but he knew he needed to dispatch this undead before he could claim the prize. He jumped out and yelled a challenge to the undead king.
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