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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Oct 31, 2003 12:55:14 GMT -5
After trancing out for awhile thinking of what he should do, he decides to swing his sword to learn his sword is a personal illusion of his...
Well, if I can't help then bye. If it looks like you are loosing, make it look like a gloryfied death.
After the speech, Jayce went out of the mainscape. Jayce took out one of his Blanked Crystials and decided to collect the new energy from the fight. This fight would enhance his Mind Sphere, and give him a new sphere, Suffering Sphere which he is not sure what it can do untel he does it.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 31, 2003 17:09:16 GMT -5
[mindscape]
Jerick holds up his medium shield, enraged but still overwhelmed with a feeling of hopelessness. His greatsword hits nothing, but taps the side of the bow instead. A thick arrow pierces Jerick's medium shield and penetrates his upper shoulder, piercing his thick armor but just barely breaks past his skin.
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Jerick is on his knees, sweating profusely and limbs lying limp. His sword hangs from his fingers by but a thread. The psurlon, too is tired from the psionic exercise, but is standing tall and proud; almost triumphant.
The other psurlon releases Nos Uthanra, more content on attempting to heal itself. It falls down limply, lying on its back and suddenly disappears from view.
There is a clear stalemate here... murmured the Dark Knight One that I shall balance.
With a wave of his hand, a large, bloody explosion erupted where the second psurlon was, tearing its wormlike body into pieces and covering the arena with the gory residue. At the same time, bands of light appeared aross the rutterkin, highliting what seemed to be weak points. One that appeared across the upper torso, cutting an S shaped band across where its sternum should be appeared to be the easiest point of penetration. The 7 fiends, enraged at this betrayal, stepped away from the gore-covered shadowfiend, and assumed a defensive, crescent-like formation.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 31, 2003 21:13:00 GMT -5
Darkwalker stands in the shadows surveying teh arena, then a mildly suprised grin crosses his shadowy features. [glow=teal,2,300]"Just couldn't go without the carnage could you?"[/glow] he whispers and slides a long dagger out of his sheath and studies the rutterkin carefully.
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Nov 1, 2003 10:01:55 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
Though he realizes the hopelessness of his situation, Jerick continues to cover himself with his medium shield, and swing his greatsword blindly, despite all the pain and agony he felt. Even though Jerick knows, that he has no chance of defeating the giant now, he intends to fight until the last drop of his blood...
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Post by Hussar on Nov 2, 2003 0:00:43 GMT -5
*Suddenly freed of his psychic chains, Nos Uthanra stumbles and then rights himself. Looking around, he realizes that the dark skinned one could probably handle himself, but the other stranger could prove useful later on.*
*Nos Uthanra pulls out a brown scepter tipped with what looks like a horrible tooth filled mouth. Pointing it at the occupied Psurlon, he utters a command word. Terrible, glowing creatures of energy flow from the rod and envelope the psurlon, tearing and ripping into its flesh*
/ooc Flesheater Rod BOVD page 114. Nothing is actually summoned. The energy creatures can be dispelled but not attacked. They do 3d6 damage for 1d6+1 rounds, a Fort save DC 18 negates damage for that round. /ooc
Feast, my little ones. Tear it apart!!
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 2, 2003 10:46:44 GMT -5
The creatures takes bites of the psurlon's flesh, tearing into it's side voraciously, but not disrupting its concentration. It seems obviously angered, but doesn't let that disrupt it from its battle with Jerick.
The rutterkin, on the other hand, immediately go into a mad rush. The two fiends with the double-headed polearms crouch low and defend their heads, while the other 5 of their number launch their devestating slingblades at the shadowfiend.
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Post by Jayce Vallintine on Nov 3, 2003 1:51:23 GMT -5
Jayce's Blank Crystial is filled up with Suffering, something he is not use to, but is gaining knowledge quickly. Every new Crystial gives him a new concept of reality in this world. He still feel like a lurva inside a cocoon that rots in the minds of every little persons thought, he really needs to understand and take over these concepts.
After it finaly filled, he seemed pleased with what was emiting from him. This Martyr thoughts that ran in his head gave him the power to Mentally control his own pain levels, and percieve other pain levels on other people to see if they are suffering enough. Normally the Crystial's effects wear off, but he gains a few new abilities afterwards, right now he just wants the pain to come.
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Post by Hussar on Nov 4, 2003 2:35:41 GMT -5
Diving past the lumbering Rutterkin, Nos Uthanra scoops up the forgotten melon and eats it. He feels his skin harden to the toughness of stone.
Hmmm, creatures that do not feel physical pain. Still, there is a brain in that worm, and, if it's like other worms, it should be just behind its head.
Nos Uthanra begins stalking the psurlon.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 4, 2003 23:42:33 GMT -5
When Nos Uthanra eats the melon, his skin hardens as a thin jellylike film coats it, cooling his wounds, but not appreciably healing them. Two slingblades still manage to hit him, cutting gashes on his left forearm, weakening it. The two polearm wielding rutterkin approach Nos Uthanra without abandon, menacingly swinging their bladed weapons.
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Post by Hussar on Nov 5, 2003 1:14:17 GMT -5
Nos Uthanra dodges quickly and silently around the lumbering Rutterkin. Reaching into his jerkin, he pulls forth a small tube. Twisting the tube, it comes apart in two pieces, revealing a handle with a long needle smeared in some purplish substance. Lunging forward, Nos Uthanra plunges the needle into the Psurlon.
"Let us see you do your magic in a coma, worm" says Nos Uthanra.
/ooc the needle is smeared with colossal spider venom, apoison which does 2d8 Strength damage/2d8 Strength damage Fort DC 35. /ooc
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 6, 2003 10:26:16 GMT -5
The psurlon is hit by the needle hard, and immediately collapses halfway to the ground, shuddering slightly and getting obviously weaker. Both of its vicious, toothy claws shoot out at the shadowfiend and grab his arms, pinning them to his torso and tearing into his flesh. Seeing the new opportunity, the two rutterkin spin their blades ever faster and close in on Nos Uthanra, hoping to slice him in two.
[mindscape]
The white giant recoils visibly, pulling the iron spear from Jerick's leg. The large bow in its hands disappears instantly and Jerick is able to move again. It jumps back a step and takes a wide stance with its spear, though Jerick can notice that its armored skin has thinned slightly.
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Nov 6, 2003 13:43:07 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
As soon as the white giant recoiled and pulled the iron spear from Jerick's leg, Jerick pushed aside all his pain, and used his greatsword as support to raise up. Once he raised up, Jerick shifted most of his weight on still uninjured leg and assumed combat stance once again, raising his shield to block giant's next blow, and reading his greatsword for counterattack...
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Post by Hussar on Nov 8, 2003 3:36:53 GMT -5
Nos Uthanra rams the heel of his boot hard onto the stone floor of the arena. The sudden jolt unleashes a spring loaded spike from the toe of his boot. The spike is smeared with some substance. Nos Uthanra then begins rammming his foot into the Psurlon, trusting that his hardened skin will protect him from the worst of the damage.
/ooc the spike is smeared with blue lotus (Creature Collection, Sword and Sorcery) which causes hallucinations in mild doses and extreme visions and possibly catatonia in high doses. /ooc
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Nov 9, 2003 11:54:32 GMT -5
Nos Uthanra's boot spike penetrates the psurlon's tough skin, getting about half the way in before the worm pushes him away with its powerful claws. Skidding backwards, two polearm blades dig into the shadowfiend's back, reflected slightly due to his armor, but painful nonetheless.
The psurlon slumps over, onto Jerick's dazed form; still attempting to hold him in psionic combat.
The Dark Knight's aura fades slightly
This is losing the ferocity that I thought... he muttered Shadowfiend! If you do not defeat my creatures within your next 4 attacks, you will die!
[mindscape]
The white giant shrinks noticeably until it is only about twice Jerick's size. It lumbers forward gracelessly, with its spear held lazily before it attempting to impale you.
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Nov 11, 2003 2:55:54 GMT -5
[Mindscape]
Jerick attemps to use his battled shield to push giant's spear aside, while making a chopping swing for guants arm, in which the creature holds its spear.
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