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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 4, 2003 17:42:25 GMT -5
Mako's horns find the mercykiller's gorget and pierce it, causing blood to spew from his throat and his eyes to roll backwards. Mako flips his head up, attempting to behead the mercykiller captain, but finds that his armor is too tough for his horns. The minotaur's left horn is broken off at just above the midway point, while the other one chips slightly, though the captain is assuredly dead.
In the meanwhile, the human male removes another set of spell components and rattles off a few arcane words, throwing a small blob of substance into the air. The blob explodes into a large fireball and hits Mako head on, knocking him to the ground and burning his back. The male runs over to the female, collapsed and bleeding, and attempts to revive her.
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Post by Shadowdragon on Oct 4, 2003 18:04:35 GMT -5
"Two can play that game." Taking one of the metal flaske from his belt he imbibes the contents quickly and spews forth an improved firebreath potion at the mage and his fallen guardian.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 5, 2003 0:27:49 GMT -5
Turning toward Eldritch with a bright smile on her face, Ocean lays a hand upon his arm and says
~Oh... might I have anything?~
~For if I may, I would love to see a Tarrasque~
Smiles sweetly
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Post by Shura on Oct 5, 2003 10:17:33 GMT -5
Raekk sighed, and he pciked himself up off the dust. It came with the job really. As long as the damn beastie had become powerful, it was only right that it express suitable gratitude to it's unwitting benefactor. Using the creatures temporary disorientation to his advantage, he casts charm monster on the enlarged wyvern.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 5, 2003 20:31:51 GMT -5
Tsk, tsk, little mage, says the dark knight to Raekk, Only I may dominate these creatures; however, I will grant you a concession
Raekk's spell hits the wyvern the moment before it was able to slice him apart with its great teeth. Losing all semblance and balance, the wyvern appears as drugged and falls to the ground, unconscious.
The mage looks at Mako in horror as he imbibes the potion of firebreath. The male opens his cloak wide and attempts to cover the female, who releases a weak sigh. The minotaur breathes powerfully over the couple and envelops both in a sheet of flame. The man releases a scream of pain that dies quickly with him. He rolls off the other, revealing the shuddering woman. Her eyes are open and glassy, and her skin is bright red from the heat, but she is very much alive, albeit dying. She whispers lightly, hoping that someone would come to her aid.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 5, 2003 20:32:05 GMT -5
The dark knight's aura changes, in such a subtle way that Ocean could tell that it was the closest thing that his black soul could muster to a smile. The horror of death appears to be like his food and drink.
A tarrasque? Pray, young Ocean, I am a connoisseur. Wheras a tarrasque would be able to instill a great deal of horror and would bring about an epic fight with these prospectives, if they were even able to defeat it, the idea of such a crude beast is unappealing to my palate he says, consolingly, Perhaps in time, and in short, lethal doses, I will grant your wish, but on the whole, I prefer to have a degree of finesse, poetic justice, humor, and drama present at all times on the floor. You will understand after they're done mopping up these warm-ups.
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Post by Hussar on Oct 5, 2003 23:14:00 GMT -5
Grinning, the stranger picks up the severed wyvern's tail and cradles it over his sword arm. Getting a good hold, he charges forward with the stinger and runs straight at the fallen dragon.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 5, 2003 23:27:06 GMT -5
Smiling at Eldritch
~Then pray tell Sir, what would you like me to ask for? For to tell you the truth, I'm truely enjoying the battle thus far~
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 6, 2003 9:21:39 GMT -5
The stranger grabs the writhing tail, but manages to steady it such that it functions as a very short range lance. Charging the draconic wyvern with glee, he stabs the beast in the throat, hoping to poison it with its own sting. Unfortunately, the effect was not as planned. The wyvern's huge eye popped open at the sudden pain and with a mighty flap, it propelled itself into the air, buffeting the strager and Raekk to the ground. It circles above, screeching madly.
That, my lady, is your choice says the dark knightYou had requested a tarrasque - when the opportunity arises, I will release one, albeit temporarily. Are there other requests, however? A deva, perhaps?
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Post by Jerick Oth'Mortis on Oct 6, 2003 13:40:28 GMT -5
Suddenly tall and powerfuly built man appears out of nowhere, and stand not far from the dark knight. He is dressed in simple black leather clothes, and the only weapon he has is a greatsword behind his back. Newcomer has black hair, cold and merciless gray eyes, and light complexion.
Newcomer takes a moment to comprehend all the chaos and blooshed, which errupts around him, and then newcomer slowly and grcefuly draws his greatsword, which instantly flashes with silvered light, as if to aknowledge its readiness to serve its master... or its friend, who knows?
"I felt, that this time I will come to the place of great evil, and it looks, like I wasn't wrong." says the newcomer "This place a bit reminds me of a combat arena, where I fought some few years ago...
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Post by Shura on Oct 6, 2003 15:48:54 GMT -5
Raekk dusted himself down, infuriated, although he tried to be imaginative with his magic use, there were timeless classics that never failed to get the job done. With an aim to the large wyvern, he muttered familiar arcana and sent a flurry of magic missiles at the beast.
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Post by EK - Shadow of Death on Oct 6, 2003 17:25:12 GMT -5
Newcomer... whispers the dark knight Welcome to my realm. Identify yourself, such that I may give you a challenge worthy of your prowess
Raekk's magic missiles fly towards the wyvern, hitting it unerringly. Spots of its skin are blasted open, revealing large, though shallow wounds. The wyvern bleeds profusely, both from its severed tail and now the magic blasts. Almost incapable of keeping itself in the air, it stops flapping its wings and lands not far from the stranger, snapping at him with its large mouth. Two of the other wyverns fly towards Mako and alternate stabbing at him with their stings and biting at his torso. The remaining wyvern flies towards Raekk and dives on him, grabbing him in its arms. The burned and broken woman lying by the conflagration begins to stir, opens her eyes and turns towards Mako, calling for help.
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Post by OceanWhysper on Oct 6, 2003 19:34:45 GMT -5
~Yes, a deva would be a nice addition to the arena, although truth be told I have little knowledge of it~
Ocean says, with a mischievious grin upon her face
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Post by Darkwalker on Oct 6, 2003 20:46:17 GMT -5
(noting the downed female his daggers had toppled earlier, Darkwalker slides teh hood of his cloak to his shoulders and fades back into sight. Silently he walks over to the female and looks at her wounds with a critical eye. [glow=teal,2,300]"Hmmmm...........not too bad."[/glow] Looking up at the dark knight, he raises a hand for notice. [glow=teal,2,300]"If you would be so kind, send her home and have her healed.....she fought as good a fight as can be expected."[/glow] Then, without caring either way, Darkwalker turns and stares up at the wyverns with a mildly interested look on his face. [glow=teal,2,300]"Hmmm........wyvvern poison......been a while since I carried any of that......perhaps it is time to replenish my supply."[/glow]
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Post by Sightspitter on Oct 6, 2003 23:06:20 GMT -5
Time to bring back a classic.... ;D
The sound of creaking wheels can be heard coming from the main gate of the arena. Slowly but surely, what appears to be an old, yet lean man wearing a tattered brown cloak and a worn old hat walks in through the gate pulling on a chain of some sort. As he gets further through the gate it can be seen what he is pulling behind him, a large wagon, filled with melons. Once he and his wagon pass through the gate he stops and turns to speak with the Lord of the Arena.
Greetings M'lord. I, a humble merchant of the marvelous melon, ask for your permission to set up shop here in your magnificent arena.
The old man makes a deep and showy bow before Eldritch.
Hmmmm.... I think the following information may be quite useful to the host of this arena, yes indeed I do believe it will be quite useful for him.
Red text indicates speech. Blue text indicates actions. Lime Green text indicates that I am speaking to myself in my mind.
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