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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 27, 2003 1:47:28 GMT -5
Back by popular demand! Or something like that... Anyway, Eldritch Knight's good 'ol (bad 'ol?) arena of death is here, fresh from rivernet. The resurrection circles are powered up and ready to go. The portals are plane-tested and error fee. Feel free to join at any time
Rules:
1) Munchkinize yourselves, but only to make yourselves more spectacular. There is a being *too* powerful, where slaughter becomes repetitive. Try to avoid that.
2) Attack the monsters. Killing each other is discouraged, but legal.
3) Non-combatants are allowed to sit in the arena and watch, but must be on their guard about either the fight spreading to the stands, or a misfired or missed ranged weapon or spell that may hit them.
4) Prepare to die. Literally. The monsters will be such that your character may not survive. Consider it normal. You'll be spit out of the resurrection circle soon enough, anyway.
5) Try to be graphic in your descriptions where possible
6) Only Eldritch Knight may show the results of an attack. Don't worry, the DM favors the players a lot more than the monsters.
7) All healing spells, magic, innate abilities, and items are banned
8) Creation of additional help (summoning monsters, raising dead, etc) is prohibited. If necessary, Eldritch Knight will even the odds.
9) Announce your complex combat actions using OOC text.
10) Have fun and be deadly!!
There is only a large stone arena forged of evil itself. Its walls are as empty as the void surrounding it, and a light mist, seemingly coming from nowhere, covers the floor. Dim torches line the perimeter, casting shadows across the entire arena. In the distance, just past the edge of the circle floats a small platform made of ebonite. Upon this stands a chair of darkness, upon which is seated a man of darkness. His blade is hung on the edge of his throne, and he relaxes slightly, waiting for a challenger...
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Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 27, 2003 5:09:13 GMT -5
Walking into the stands of the arena. A lone woman picks a seat halfway up, so as to have an unobstucted view of the fighting arena.
Before sitting down she waves her hand, and huge bucket of popcorn and a beautifully carved box of chocolates appear next to her. A pillow also appears to cushion the hard bleacher.
Now she had only to wait for the others to show up
Sitting down, she watches the clouds pass by overhead.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 27, 2003 10:32:44 GMT -5
The dark knight stands up from his throne and bows elegantly to the newcomer.
Hail, young lady, and welcome to the Arena of Death. I entreat you not to watch the clouds of our sundered sky for too long; they are known to dislike that. I would rather have you not know the fate of the last person who decided to lay on his back and watch the clouds roll by. Suffice it to say that I prefer my own fate of being tortured alive by korachon for 10 years, than his.
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Post by Shura on Sept 27, 2003 12:01:11 GMT -5
The cosy scene is interrupted by a puff of noxious smoke and a sound like a thunderclap. A gate of fire and bones opens, and out steps an astonishing figure. Human, looking, but with dark red hair, copper skin, and two small horns protruding from his forehead!
(Raekk, Teifling wild mage)
He bows exaggeratedly, and as he speaks, you swear you can smell brimstone on his breath. He addresses the Master, 'Sorry, but wild magic's a biatch sometimes, and I never know if I'll turn up at the right place with these damned conjuration spells.'
To all others, 'I am Raekk, of unkown but likely fiendish lineage, and a member of the society of sensation. ready to rumble'
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 27, 2003 14:14:04 GMT -5
Hail, Raekk says the dark knight, sitting down, Are you ready for combat? We'll give you a warmup first before getting onto the juicy combat
He waves his ams and a blue, swirling vortex appears in the middle of the arena. Through it step three huge, heavily armored warriors. Each wears a thick black helmet emblazoned with the symbol of the mercykillers. One glances over and sees the tiefling.
Captain! A vagrant! he says to another, hefting his battle axe
The other two draw great swords, like executioner's swords, from their back and grasps it in both hands. The biggest of the three points his blade at Raekk and barks out a command while the other two circle the mage and prepare to pounce.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 27, 2003 15:05:21 GMT -5
Smiling up at Eldritch, Ocean swings her legs back over the bleacher, and sits up.
~Ohhh my, I had no idea, that my pondering of the sky would have such consequences~
Glancing back up she calls out an apology for her ignorance.
Looking towards the arena, she see a puff of smoke, and hears a clap of thunder, as the gates swing open and Raekk enters the arena.
Listening to the words around her, she then sees a swirling blue vortex open up in the center of the arena, expelling three huge and heavily armored warriors.
Clapping her hands. A big grin on her face
~I do believe this is going to be rather entertaining~
Glancing back towards Eldritch
~Would you care for some popcorn or chocolates?~
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 28, 2003 10:38:39 GMT -5
No thank you, fair lady; I am no longer in need of food says the dark knight,
However, if you would sit here he continues, pointing to an elegant throne laced with black silk, that seemingly just appeared from the shadows next to him, You would have a better view of the spectacle.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Sept 28, 2003 14:47:19 GMT -5
"Whaaa... This is no part of my maze I've ever seen before!"
The surprised look on the massive minotaur's face changes rapidly as he spots the three massive knights and the demon thing they are surrounding.
"Interlopers! Whether or not i recognize it, I WAS in my maze and they definately do not belong here."
Raising his massive double bladed battle axe, he charges directly at the nearest warrior and swings at it's head.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 28, 2003 16:19:30 GMT -5
The nearest mercykiller just manages to bring his sword up to block the minotaur's swing, tthe the brute force of the blow was still enough to send him to the ground. Sprawling, he attempts to grasp his sword tightly. As this happens, another mercykiller, the young one holding the axe, charges up behind the minotaur and raises his axe high as if to kill.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Sept 28, 2003 23:23:48 GMT -5
Noticing the axe wielder the minotaur leaves the downed warrior to spin and place his own axe's steel shaft between himself and the blow.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 28, 2003 23:50:54 GMT -5
Smiling sweetly up at Eldritch
Ocean gets up from the bleacher, gathering her popcorn and chocolates, and snapping her fingers appears in the elegantly attired throne next to Eldritch
~Thank you Eldritch, that was very kind of you. This is a much better view~
Looking down she see's Raekk, being surrounded by the warriors. Just then a Minotar appears in the arena as well.
A huge smile lights up Ocean's face as she leans a bit futher forward, so as to miss nothing
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Post by Darkwalker on Sept 29, 2003 1:08:41 GMT -5
(Steps through a cloud of black fog that suddenly appeared in the place OW just vacated) "Hmmm....TEXT where am I?" (Looking around, he notices the battle. Seating himself upon the hard stone, he draws his thick claok around him and takes a pull off of his hip flask)
[Darkwalker, Shade Monk Assassin, but trying to travel without fighting]
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Sept 29, 2003 7:47:01 GMT -5
The mercykiller brings the sword down hard, but wobbly with lack of practice. It clangs off the minotaur's axe and a quick twirl sends the sword flying to the ground. As the minotaur gazes down upon the warrior whom he could dispatch easily, his gaze meets that of the mercykiller leader, 40 feet away, who has pulled out and loaded a thick shortbow and is aiming at the minotaur
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Post by OceanWhysper on Sept 29, 2003 10:40:43 GMT -5
Leaning forward, Ocean's, jet black hair falls into her face, and down into her lap. With a flip of her hand she flicks it back over her shoulder out of the way, missing nothing of the battle going on below.
The sound of weapons striking each other reverbrating through the arena.
Her hands grasp the arms of the throne, as she watches the Minotaur dispatch the sword of one of the heavily armored mercykillers.
She watches intently to see what will happen next, breath held
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Post by Shadowdragon on Sept 29, 2003 14:19:27 GMT -5
The minotaur raises his axe to strike the still sprawled warrior, and as the leader looses his arrow drives his axe down at the fallen knight, following it to the ground, hoping the arrow will miss and strike the warrior behind him instead.
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