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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 10, 2003 13:20:31 GMT -5
Understood...[/color] speaks the voice However, know that our psionic potential is virtually unmatched, and that as adepts of our race, you shall fail where we have succeeded against the best the planes have to offer[/color]
As Jerick advances on the two wormlike entities, a strange sensation goes over his body, as if the air itself were parting and became less resistant. Suddenly, a force hits Jerick's mind like a battering ram, knocking him to the ground and causing him to bleed from the torso. The sensation is of such pain that it feels as if his ribs had cracked and that his heart was but seconds from stopping, though it did not. It seems as if the creatures are using their minds as weapons against his body.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 10, 2003 13:49:56 GMT -5
[OOC:] "By the way, Eldritch Knight, even though Lord Jerick still feels pain while I control his body, I don't feel pain at all, as I am an object rather then living being, even though I possess will and intelligence. Thus, injuries taken by Lord Jerick's body doesn't prevent me from thinking and acting reasonably, no matter how hard they are." [/OOC:]
The Jerick's body slowly rose from the ground. Where powerful telekinetic attack hit Jerick's body, Jerick's skin cracked, more like as if it was made of some kind of metal, then like it was normal skin. Jerick's inertial organs remained mostly unharmed, as Jerick's metallic skin was much more powerful, then his opponents were expecting from a mere human.
Jerick's body made no more movements toward the wormlike creatures, but in the next moment cloth on Jerick's shoulders was ripped apart, as two metal crossbow-like devices extracted from Jerick's shoulders. Each of crossbow-like devices fired a single bolt-like missile; each of the bolt-like devices was aimed into each of wormlike creatures...
[OOC:] "Eldritch Knigh, please read Lord Jerick's description in the Brainstorm thread for this game of yours to find out what this bolt-like missiles really are." [/OOC:]
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 10, 2003 22:27:58 GMT -5
<OOC - O'Kir, those were psionic blasts that the psurlons threw. They attack Jerick's mind, scramble its circuitry, and in addition to causing him to think he took damage (from exploded blood vessels, stopped lungs, etc.) it makes it more difficult for you to gain control of his mind. BTW - I don't recall seeing body control under O'kir's powers. Please explain.>
The rockets hit the two wormlike beings with amazing speed, exploding on their skins. Barely moved a step, and with but a few deep slashes through their carapace, the monsters seem to have immense physical strength and resistance. One being reaches out again with its mind again and enters Jerick's brain, wracking it mercilessly with psionic attacks and forcing his body's muscles to loosen and fail.
Dare you challenge our might? Now you shall feel the unending wrath of the psurlons![/color]
The other psurlon stands behind the first and digs through its robes, searching for something.
Psurlons... don't you just love them? muses the dark knight They dared to try to give away the secrets of my arena, but they're redeeming themselves now. And doing it quite well, might I add.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 11, 2003 3:27:09 GMT -5
Seeing the new additions to the creatures within the arena, Ocean, curling her legs under her, leans forward so as to not miss a thing.
Ocean watches as the man just released from the regeneration rings is struck down once again.
Noticing the strange body movements and bleeding from the newcomer Jerick. She watches him in curiosity, wondering at his strange actions.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 11, 2003 4:25:27 GMT -5
The strangers body reappears inside the regeneration rings briefly, then there is a flash of shadow within the rings. When the rings vanish, the stranger is gone. In his place stands a slender humanoid with dark skin and black hair dressed in dark grey leathers. Every inch of skin of the newcomer that isn't tatooed is pierced. Thousands of tiny hooks are embedded into his skin. Tatooes cover his face and scalp completely masking his natural skin. His features look vaguely elven, but, his smile is pure cruelty.
Stepping forward in the dim light of the arena, he vanishes from sight. Reappearing a moment later a short distance from one of the large blue creatures, he nonchalantly flicks a dagger into its shoulder before vanishing again.
Reappearing a short distance further away, he buries another knife into the creature, this time in it's thigh, vanishes, and then reappears a short distance away.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 11, 2003 5:59:37 GMT -5
[OOC: "Eldritch Knight, I have put the reply to your OOC comment into Brainstorm thread for this game of yours. Please don't forget to read it." [/OOC:
While the will that now controled Jerick's body was still able to defend Jerick's mind against mental control of Psurlons, their attacks still done great harm to Jerick's body itself, as Jerick's body's muscles indeed bagan to loosen and fail. Though Jerick's body's muscles still continued to held on mechanical myomers, which were built into Jerick's body, Jerick is now greatly weakened, and would not be able to fight even in one half of his former strength.
However, it seemed that whatever will now held control over Jerick's body, it wasn't ready to give up so easily...
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 11, 2003 6:02:44 GMT -5
...Now moving more like it was some kind of machine, then as if it was living being, Jerick's body stretched its arms forward, still helding the greatsword aimed forward, as wll as palms of its hands.
In the next moment, two metal devices extend from Jerick's body's wrists, and instantly unleased series of swift beams of light, all aimed into Psurlon who in now attmepting to crush Jerick's body with its mental attack...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 13, 2003 13:28:45 GMT -5
<OOC - I understand O'kir. I'll let you control Jerick's body since he willingly gave up control, but won't allow his will save to be augmented to your ego, since he is doing all he can from stopping his mind from trying to forcibly eject the hostile presence (you)>
The two beams hit the psurlon's body, searing through him, and causing the smell of burnt flesh to parse through the air. However, powerful as the being is, it only increases its crushhold on the warrior, trying to dominate him completely, though O'kir's powerful will is just barely able to keep him out.
The other psurlon removes a long red wand from its cloak and points it at Jerick. Uttering a garbled word, a sheet of flame shoots out from the wand and envelops the cyborg, heating and melting his skin as if it were a dragon's breath weapon.
The pierced stranger's daggers hit the blue humanoid in the shoulder, but interestingly enough, don't seem to seriously affect its horribly broken figure. One of the figures shamble forward in a swift, but zombielike fashion and slashes twice at the stranger with its strong, green-steel crescent pike.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 14, 2003 1:46:07 GMT -5
(looking around at all the carnage, Darkwalker shakes his head and then looks around for the female he semi-protected.) [glow=teal,2,300]"Now where did she go, or did she leave? Oh well.....no matter."[/glow] (looking around, he notices the new blue creatures and smiles slightly.) [glow=teal,2,300]"This should be interesting....[/glow] (holding his hands appart slightly, he murmurs words that don't reach even the nearest person's ears. As he mutters, a cloud of black fog condenses between his hands, turning solid as he finishes to reveal a large staff mads of a solid black substance. Shifting his grasp on it's solid length, Darkwalker looks up and smiles slightly.) [glow=teal,2,300]"Let's start this off with a bang shall we?"[/glow] Saying that, he draws upon the energies contained within the staff and a prismatic spark appears on both ends of the raised staff. Barking a word, the sparks connect together in midair and form into streams of rainbow colors.)
[Prismatic Spray, lvl20]
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 14, 2003 13:15:38 GMT -5
Ocean watches as the one in the regeneration rings heals, and then changes form completely. He turns into a humanoid, dressed all in dark grey, with numerous tattoos and piercings. He disappears and then reappears seemingly at will.
Just then DarkWalker conjures a dense black cloud between his palms. Which from within, he acquires a black staff. While still watching, Ocean sees his mouth move but hears nothing; however the staff begins to emit prismatic streams at either end.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 15, 2003 4:30:21 GMT -5
...The other psurlon removes a long red wand from its cloak and points it at Jerick. Uttering a garbled word, a sheet of flame shoots out from the wand and envelops the cyborg, heating and melting his skin as if it were a dragon's breath weapon...
For a moment, the silence fall upon arena, but in the next moment, it was replaced by extremly loud roar, as if a colossal red dragon suddenly roared in rage...
...And then, Jerick's body emerge from fires, moving toward Psurlon who still attempted to dominate it with the blinding speed. It seemed to the viewers, that Jerick's no longer touched the ground as his body shot toward Psurlon...
Faster then eye could follow it, Jerick's silvered greatsword came upon Psurlon in an arc, aiming to sever Psurlon's head from its body...
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Post by Hussar on Oct 15, 2003 6:19:06 GMT -5
The tatooed man dances back from the flashing blades, fading in and out of the shadows. He keeps dodging further and further back in an attempt to draw the strange creature away from its fellows. In between dodging the swinging blade, he continues flipping daggers into the creature where they stick, embedded by the backward curving tines sweeping back from the tips of the blades.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 15, 2003 13:48:29 GMT -5
Jerick's sword swings up in a great arc, hitting the psurlon in the side and ripping open its body. Instead of organs flowing out, a thick, oozy liquid pulses from the wound like some kind of eerie blood. With a groan, the creature launches itself forward and grabs onto Jerick's shoulders, keeping itself close. It opens its large maw wide and closes it over the warrior's flaming head, attempting to behead him.
The stranger's daggers strike true, as his extraordinary speed attests to. However, one of the rutterkin managed to get its blade through the stranger's defenses, slashing his arm and causing immense pain.
Darkwalker's prismatic sprays fly outwards, engulfing the rutterkin and the stranger. Colored beams hit each rutterkin, killing two from magical energies, but only injuring the others. They, however, do not seem to be overtly affected. The stranger is hit by an orange ray that sizzles into his body and causes him to fall to the ground due to the magicla shock. His two opponents stand above him and prepare to behead him. Another rutterkin shoots a telekinetic blast towards Darkwalker, pulling his staff away from him.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 15, 2003 17:42:43 GMT -5
(Darkwalker curses and move with astonishing speed to grab his staff.) [glow=teal,2,300]"I don't think so....."[/glow] (Dispelling the staff, he moves almost as a blur and begins to rain punch after punch upon the two creatures standing over the newcomer.) [glow=teal,2,300]"Not what I was intending, but I guess I will have to work with it."[/glow]
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 15, 2003 22:45:54 GMT -5
The rutterkin cringe in pain as Darkwalker's punches land. Though they were not exceptionally strong blows, the rutterkins' malformed bodies seemed to magnify the force of the attack, causing them more damage than a normal punch would normally inflict. Seeing their comrades in trouble, two rutterkin launch their large, bladed projectiles at Darkwalker. The sword-like edges sliced into the mage's body, hurting him badly. One blade embedded itself into his side, slicing open his innards and ripping his stomach apart. The other was slightly off target, but managed to slash Darkwalker's left arm and upper shoulder, nearly missing his neck; but scuttles off and lands with a clang about 50 feet from him.
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