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Post by Hussar on Oct 16, 2003 0:22:44 GMT -5
Mmmm, glorious pain. Most exquisite pain. Bathing in acid. Glorious.
Staggering, Nos Uthanra slides into the shadows again to enjoy the burning of the acid and the stinging of his wound. He also begins sizing up the mage who gave him such a wonderful gift of agony.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 16, 2003 0:50:05 GMT -5
(Staggering from his wounds, Darkwalker makes a quick spinning kick and quickly moves backwards, pulling a potion off of his belt and quickly chugging it, healing himslef fully and glaring at the creatures his gauntleted hands hurt so well.) [glow=teal,2,300]"Hmmm......this is interesting......."[/glow] (Taking a quick look at the guy he acidentally hit with his spell, Darkwalker charges back into the fray and dives about fire feet before he's within their reach, turning himself into a living bowling ball)
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 16, 2003 7:29:31 GMT -5
The rutterkin seems to have been more adequately prepared for Darkwalker's attack this time. As he launched himself into the fray, the rutterkin sidestepped his dive and brought his polearm down hard on Darkwalker's back, knocking him to the ground and winding him. The crescent edge of the polearm comes down again, trapping Darkwalker's head at the neck, as the other rutterkin spins his weapon and brings it down to behead the mage.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 16, 2003 7:30:58 GMT -5
<OOC: New rule. Healing potions, spells, abilities, and other beneficial items are disallowed. If you are in need of healing, please buy a melon from the melon merchant and hope that one of the Dark Knight's servants can avoid his master's vigilance long enough to palm you a healing melon>
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 16, 2003 9:14:20 GMT -5
Jerick's body shifts it's greatsword into it's right hand only, and tries to push wounded Psurlon from itself, if possible throwing it into other Psurlon. Even though now it's seriously weakned, Jerick's cybernetic body possess inhuman strength...
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 16, 2003 9:15:30 GMT -5
Meanwhile, whoever is currently controlling Jerick's body is relieved that Psurlon's assault upon Jerick's mind has finally stopped...
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 16, 2003 9:33:38 GMT -5
Jerick swings his arm, trying to throw off the psurlon, however its strength and weight, make that virtually impossible; regardless of Jerick's strength. In retaliation, it bites down hard on Jerick's arm, causing severe damage to his fleshy parts and mangling the metallic parts. The other psurlon takes immediate advantage of Jerick's pain by entering his mind and fighting a weakened O'kir for control of Jerick's body.
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Post by Anthony O'Kir on Oct 16, 2003 9:41:46 GMT -5
O'Kir sends command to laster cannon at arm, which is still held in Psurlon's mouth, but no series of deadly shots came. It seems, that Psurlon's powerful bite managed to damage the laster cannon, and now it was out of order.
Beginning to struggle for control of Jerick's mind with the other Psurlon, O'Kir commanded Jerick's body to plunge the greatsword into Psurlon's head, and Jerick's body obeyed...
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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 16, 2003 10:20:08 GMT -5
The melon merchant suddenly appears next to OW holding a melon.
Wouldst thou care for a melon m'lady? Tis free of charge for spectators.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 16, 2003 20:28:14 GMT -5
(Darkwalker curses as he realises they wouldn't be so stupid this time. Watching the blade, he calls+ upon his innate racial traits (drow) and calls a ball fo darkness into exsistance on the attacking creature's head, hoping to blind it before it could Give him a new way to breathe)
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 16, 2003 21:09:26 GMT -5
Watching the Psurlons attack the arena occupants, and their attempts to defeat the beasts, Ocean is startled when the merchant appears at her side offering her a melon.
Smiling sweetly at him, she graciously accepts the melon, and thanks him for his thoughtfulness.
Pulling a knife from her garter on her thigh, she slices into the melon, cutting a small piece, and offering some to the Dark Knight seated next to her.
She then takes a bite, and bestows a brilliant smile on the merchant; ~this is a wonderful melon so sweet and juicy~
Finishing the slice she daintily licks the juice from her fingers one at a time.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 16, 2003 22:32:48 GMT -5
As the psurlon bit down again on Jerick's arm, snapping the bone and nearly severing it, the fighter's greatsword swung straight up and gutted the monster, tearing partially through its resilient body. Furious and weakened, the psurlon swung its claws at Jerick's arm, attempting to keep it at bay before the powerful sword could do any more lasting damage. Meanwhile, the other psurlon begins to gain a small foothold into Jerick's body. Using his influence, Jerick's feet begin to narrow slightly, putting him more off balance. Again, a voice echoes inside his head
This can end now! Surrender and you shall be spared!
Darkwalker immediately puts up a ball of darkness, engulfing both rutterkin and himself. The monster, startled by the sudden darkness, alters its aim slightly. The sharp blade cuts high on Darkwalker's chest, slicing through his ribs and splitting his torso open, but just missing his vitals. A burning sensation unlike anything the drow had ever felt goes over him as he suddenly realized that the air itself was slightly saline and burned his damaged insides as the rutterkin pulled up its weapon and prepared to strike again.
No thank you, my lady says the dark knight, holding up a hand Death is my only sustenance.
<OOC - Guys, just as a suggestion: try working together>
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 16, 2003 22:33:53 GMT -5
Melon merchant! called out the Dark Knight Those psurlons are injured. Aid them.
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 17, 2003 0:20:53 GMT -5
(Darkwalker curses as he is still struck, then inhales sharply from the new feelings of pain coursing through his body from the corrupted air. Gasping from the pain, he steels his will to a narrow point and shifts around, grabbing the entrapping polearm and shifting it to deflect the new attack away from his wounded body.)
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Post by Hussar on Oct 17, 2003 0:46:10 GMT -5
Watching from the darkness, Nos Uthanra continues to size up the mage fighting the demon. A smile plays across his lips. "Demons are no fun," thinks Nos Uthanra. "No pain reflex. But a drow? Now they know all about pain and suffering."
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