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Viewing Single Post From: Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle
Teal	18 Feb 2009, 23:08
Ba dum - pish! Posts: 143 Group: Battlefield Captain Member #2 Joined: Dec 25, 2008	Ancient magics, painted into the high stone walls with a paste of blood, activated with a surge of energy, blowing up clouds of dust and stone from the dry ground. The stones groaned and then made way for a shimmering blue portal. The portal quickly grew in size until it was twice as tall as a man and equally as long. Then, with a roar, it flashed red and spit out a human figure onto the hard ground before retreating back into nothingness. The stones quickly moved back to fill the void, leaving only a few bloody hand prints on the wall as a reminder of what had just happened. Condra stood up and dusted herself off, carefully eying the rest of he arena. In a few words, the place felt dead. The high stone walls cast long shadows over much of the space, and they blocked out everything outside of the area save for the sky. And the sky was bleak and lifeless as well. Dark, overcast, no sun in sight. A large gazebo like structure sat in the center of the space, with a sloping roof and a plethora a thin wooden supports on the edges of the building. The floor was raised about a foot up from the ground. Much of it was blocked from the fire mage's view, however, by a group of high stone columns that surrounded it. There wasn't a living thing in sight. No trees, no grass, no corn, no sun. With a shriek of metal sliding on metal, Condra drew her sword from her sheath and lightly held onto the handle with her right hand and halfway up the blade with her left. As she did this, two pairs of portals sprung into existence; one in the corner to her left and the other in the corner across from her. The corner on her right remained empty. Two figures, both men, were deposited into the arena. One of them she recognized. It was the one eyed man whom she had fought with before. He was fast, unarmored, and although he wore a patch over one eye he retained the ability to see well with both. His sword was equal to her's in length, width, and from what she had seen, quality. Condra wondered briefly how he had survived stabbing himself in the chest, but the thought was quickly dispelled. Clerics could do all sorts of things these days. The other one she did not know. He wore what appeared to be clothes fit for a noble, but she imagined that he could be wearing chain mail or leather armor underneath. His head was bared. That made her the only one so far to wear a helmet into battle. He held no weapons, a dead give away that he was a magician or a martial artist. She suspected magician, as he had survived the first round of combat, a feat even an expert at hand to hand combat would have trouble doing against armed and armored opponents. Condra's left hand dropped to her side, her right hand tightening over her sword's hilt. Her left palm filled with sparks, the oxygen in the air being pulled from its bonds and lit on fire. The result was a small orb of flame that licked and caressed her skin. It was hungry. The fire had only killed corn in the previous battle. Corn was good, but flesh was so much better.


Round 2 - Teal versus Treefrog versus Whistle · Dark Rain Combat Tournament