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Post by thesanityassassin on Aug 26, 2010 16:36:55 GMT -5
No. I still go first because I have higher INT, but the re-rolls are gone. I honestly don't think the Saurus is his best matchup, but fluffwise it's what he'd go looking for.
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Edg3ofR3ason
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Post by Edg3ofR3ason on Aug 27, 2010 6:00:41 GMT -5
His vision slowly gains acuity, his senses regain their strength and from across the room he hears his name being called, “Bob? Bob of Numas……cousin Bob! How the hell are ya? Bob, still dazed from this wakening finally recognises the source of his peaceful intrusion. “Hey Kerk!” he says as he looks around the room. “Your place?” Kerk grins widely, “sure thing mate, have a sit down and I’ll order us some ale”. “On the house?” “You bet cuz”. They pull a couple of chairs up to the only empty table in the place. “Wow, quite the happening place Kerk”, bob stated with amazement. “Yeah, well, you know the our kind ….one minute your dead, …..the next your not”. Both of there heads turned in unison, Bob’s jaw dropping open, as they watched Helga the bar wench approach their table with their drinks. Setting down the pitchers of ale, she gave Bob a wink and glided silently away to the next table. Kerk laughed, “Watch out for that one, a real bone breaker she is”. Bob picked his jaw up off the table and snapped it back in place. “So what’s with the tavern Kerk? Not planning a reincarnate soon?” Kerk looked at Bob with those hollow eyes, “Nah, Setty has forbid my return. Guess I should have expected it when I got caught doin’ his daughter in the granary”. Bob shook his head. “So I started this place, kind of a rest station for those waiting to get in over there”. Bob’s gaze followed Kerk’s bony finger pointing to the massive set of doors at the end of the room. “Rodan?” “Yep, the original, too”. Just then a rather large boned skelly walks past shouting” tickets, get your tickets, best show in town, can’t see the show if you don’t have a ticket.” Bob takes a ticket, which says “ADMIT ONE – GATES OF HELL ENTRANCE - no refunds …..ever”. Bob looks at Kerk , “Kool” “Yep, always a lineup waiting to get into hell, so I thought , what the ‘heaven’ might as well earn a buck”
Bob laughed until Kerk started shouting across the room at some huge form that just appeared in the entrance to the tavern, “hey! You with the horns, take a seat in the back and wait your turn”, “Damn doombulls always thinking they can jump to the head of the line”. Bob and Kerk turn there attention to the massive video screen on the wall. “Oh good!” Kerk says as he points Bob in the direction of the screen. “ Finally done with the stupid commercials”. “ You have to stay and watch this, Bob! Some new reality show on the Shannonvision network. Quite hilarious.”
The room suddenly becomes quiet as the announcer’s voice fills the room. Everyone in the tavern watching as the combatants ready themselves for battle. Kerk takes a long draw on his pitcher of ale and thinks, “Ya, this is the life for me.”
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Aug 27, 2010 7:53:28 GMT -5
lol....
awesome
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Post by LizardTau on Aug 28, 2010 14:55:46 GMT -5
After dispatching the Tomb King, Kha-Cho-Lot had scouted some more searching for others to kill in his search for the crystal. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he sees something moving towards him very fast. Many of his race would have been dead before they knew what hit them. And even less would have a sword like his that gave them super natural speed. But even with this boost of speed it was all he could do to face the opponent before its assault was upon him.
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Post by Tommy on Aug 28, 2010 17:13:09 GMT -5
Grotxin felt the pressure of combat lift, and he started to run before he relized he had won, right said Grtoxin i am The Avatar of Mork now, none can stand before m..... the sentance was cut short as a large Orc came into view. Grotxin ran into the bushes to his side and finished his speach of victory and bravery as quietly as he could, while muncha gobbled away on the left over chaos warrior. The large tattooed orc walked dangerously close until he was in prime ambush range of the little goblin, he mounted muncha and charged at the hulking Savage Orc
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Post by stonecutter on Aug 29, 2010 19:50:16 GMT -5
No. I still go first because I have higher INT, but the re-rolls are gone. I honestly don't think the Saurus is his best matchup, but fluffwise it's what he'd go looking for. Actually, under the new rules of ASF vs ASF, all strikes are simultaneous so the two of you could kill each other in one round, thus clearing the way for the rest of us to breeze through
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Post by LizardTau on Aug 30, 2010 8:43:52 GMT -5
nice, although im scared of your guy, i hit him and he has my 1+ armour and 4+ ward but he has killing bow lol
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 1, 2010 12:39:13 GMT -5
okay, challenges are over, fights are to be rolled tonight... in reviewing what challenges have occurred, it appears as though Insharx challenged Mehimrael, then Arathelian Kha-Cho-Lot, and then Grotxin, in true goblin fashion, charged someone already engaged, saying he was picking his own fight... sorry little goblin, there's only one unengaged combatant.... so you fight the Bringer of Love (as he's the only choice left)
So fights will be in this order:
Insharx vs. Mehimrael Arathelian vs. Kha-Cho-Lot Grotxin vs. The Bringer of Love; the Ender of Pain
My current plan is to have all three of these fights written this week....
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 1, 2010 14:26:50 GMT -5
Those little gobbos are tricksy - you always have to watch your back for 'em. The only good gobbo is one that is in a pot of stew ;D
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 2, 2010 9:55:20 GMT -5
The dark elf whirled and pulled his blades as the savage orc tore through the underbrush towards him. Mehimrael avoided the charge of the boar and sliced at his attacker, however despite his fury of attacks, the orc seemed impenetrable to harm. “Impossible” thought Mehimrael “it feels as though I’m hitting armor but he’s not wearing any!”
Insharx howled with triumph and slashed at the elf with his sword, sparks flying off the dark armor. He was able to get past this solid defense with the sheer volume of attacks, however Mehimrael’s dark talisman flared to life, black smoke seeking to consume the orc. Insharx’s shield intervened, seemingly of it’s own accord, and intercepted this billowing cloud, dissipating the magic that sought to leech Insharx’s life essence.
Insharx’s mount was bucking and charging nearly in circles, unable to find purchase for its wicked tusks. It was all the savage orc could do to hold on and not be unseated.
Mehimrael slashed again and again with his blades, but could not penetrate the defenses of the orc. He grew frustrated as his normally deadly blades merely glanced harmlessly off the seemingly defenseless orc. As his frustration grew, so did the ferocity of Insharx, who hacked at the dark elf with ever-increasing rage. Mehimrael felt the power of the strikes, and the familiar wetness of blood beneath his armor plating. He was constantly moving backwards and shifting, but there seemed to be no time for even a breath. Insharx roared like a beast, and appeared to ignore the slashing cut Mehimrael was able to inflict across his shield arm. Insharx dropped his shield altogether and grasped his weapon with both hands, hammering down with his blade and forcing the dark elf to his knees as he could not stand against the rage of the savage orc. With a final guttural howl, Insharx drove his blade through the black talisman itself, and deep within the chest of the dark elf. Mehimrael gasped in surprise, and exhaled blood. The last thing he saw was the massive orc pulling his blade from Mehimrael’s chest and raise his sword to keep striking. Blessed blackness prevented him from seeing what ruin would be made of his flesh.
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Post by stonecutter on Sept 4, 2010 6:31:50 GMT -5
"WAAAAGH!!" Roared Insharx as he exalted in his victory. Covered in blood, much of it his own, he ripped out the heart of the dark elf and feasted on the fine, savory flavour and texture of elven flesh. Sated, he approached an abandoned fountain and slaked his thirst before washing the blood off of his intricate tatoos. Much of the mystic trail was fading but atop his mount, he continued to follow the path through winding alleys and broken rubble, occassionally pausing at the sounds of distant battle elsewhere in the ruins. By evening, he knew he was wandering aimlessly and set camp inside a stone gatehouse with an open roof. As his boar grazed on nearby grass, he built up a fire and waited for the rising moon before beginning a chaotic dance that traced the symbols on his body. Faster and faster he followed the rhythm of the music in his brain until at the peak of the moon's crest he leapt over the flames in a howl of maniacal, orcish passion. Breathing heavily, he again removed the small metal flask and heated its contents until the vapours began to rise. Re-entering a trancelike, meditative state, he awaited the visions from Mork and Gork that would guide him on his quest.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 9, 2010 13:23:28 GMT -5
Arathelian charged towards the great saurus, certain he would slay the creature before it could even turn to defend itself. As his blade came down, the lizardman did something completely unexpected, turning and striking simultaneously with its own rune covered blade.
“Impossible” Athelian breathed with surprise, “No lizardman could match the speed of Asuryan”
The combatants weapons slammed against one another, clashing with sparks as steel defied steel, neither finding purchase in flesh.
After the initial rush, both backed off somewhat, circling one another, Kha-cho-lot emitting a low growl in his throat, communicating his intent very clearly despite their lack of a shared language.
“Time to die creature”, Athelian stated flatly, “you are a worthy trophy for me to collect, and I must do so”
With unearthly speed, the elf struck with his weapon, once again though, the lizardman met steel with steel, and parried each blow with the same incredible bursts of speed matching the elf at every turn. The saurus was able to slip past Athelian’s guard and score a wound across the elf’s leg, hampering his movements.
Kha-cho-lot continued to growl menacingly as he went on the offensive, his blade a blur of deadly movement. Athelian countered as best he could, trying to cover his wounded side however possible, looking for an opening into this creature’s defenses. He could feel the blood pumping from him though, the wound was deeper than he at first realized. His vision blurred for an instant, and his stance wavered. Kha-cho-lot took advantage of this opening to slice the elf again, this time across the arm.
“Only a flesh wound,” Athelian murmured, then found himself surprised at the amount of blood gushing down his arm, making his hand slick, and the grip on his sword difficult. The high elf prince felt slower than he ever had before in his life, as if he was swimming in a murky pond or walking through mud. The lizardman conversely appeared to be moving ever quicker, and Athelian could barely fend off the strikes, coming more measured now, more calculated. Athelian’s vision blurred again and he felt the sharp blade enter his chest. Kha-cho-lot drove his blade deep within the elf, and felt it take it’s last breath.
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Post by LizardTau on Sept 10, 2010 19:29:10 GMT -5
Feeling the elf die by his blade was much more satisfying then the undead he had dispatched before. He was not one of the ones from chaos that he so loved to kill. But the elf was trying to get the crystal of which he was tasked with collecting.
After a short rest and some food he set out searching for more pray and the crystal all this was about.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2010 21:04:04 GMT -5
Grotxin urged his squig forward as fast as he could, hoping that the element of surprise would be his, and win the day versus the hulking monster before him. As he was about to impact however, noxious fumes assailed his lungs, causing both he and Muncha to falter on the charge, choking on the thick stench that surrounding the herald.
The bringer of love opened his arms to embrace this little goblin that came to play with him. He struck out with his putrid flesh to grasp the squirming goblin and bring him near. Grotxin squealed with protest, eyes wide with fear. The bringer of love, ender of pain spewed forth bile covering the screaming goblin, and Grotxin's flesh melted from his bones. Muncha howled in pain as the bile covered him as well, and his body decayed instantly. The bringer of love caressed the remains of the little goblin, placing it gingerly on the ground to lie beside what was left of the great squig. The herald of nurgle then continued on his slow walk towards the power source that hummed inside of his head, pulling him ever closer to the crystal he sought.
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Post by Jack Shrapnel on Sept 12, 2010 21:05:15 GMT -5
..... and if it makes you feel any better, breath weapons have now hit the banned list for future arenas
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