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| Great Games Round 3, Topic 1A; You Ready? | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 21 2012, 01:22 AM (1,020 Views) | |
| 博 Tenken | Jun 21 2012, 01:22 AM Post #1 |
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Hoennese and proud!
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Event Information is Here Standing at the Northern Entrance to the Tully Village, the Host found himself contemplating some things. So far, each place he had gone too had resulted in quite a bit of combat against him and his Construct, combat that had almost always resulted in the loss of his Construct and thus a loss in some of the Magical Power he had gained whilst in each location. He hadn't lost it everywhere he had gone but it was enough to make some difference to him, a difference that would be evident in the final Round of his Games. This was not the final round yet of course, he had things to do before then, things that began here in Tully Village. As he made his way around he stopped every so often, reaching down and touching the ground for a second before moving on. From these spots, portals would appear when all this had begun, portals that his new, stronger, improved minions would rise from. Minion Rules Shaking his head as he continued to walk, the Host wondered how this Round would fare in comparison to the others. The previous rounds had really been tests compared to this one, tests to see how his Construct would fare against the warriors of Fiore. To be honest it had not fared well, neither had his minions, so he had something planned, specially planned, for this Round. The Construct would no longer be weak, it would no longer be unmoving and without power. Well, it would be, unless enough time passed that it was capable of coming to life. He had to find the perfect place for it first, he had to see if he could... Oh, the Town Square. That worked. Construct Rules As the Host reached the Town Square he clicked, a large circle appearing on the ground in the center of the town square. "Everyone run!" he cried out to the people who were stunned by the sudden magic appearance, "Something's happening!" As the crowd vanished the Construct rose from the ground, enormous and not at all the same as it had been. A moment later, on portals all across the town, minions began to spawn, cutting down anyone they found and beginning the Host's rampage. But where was the Host? He was nowhere to be found, he had no part in this round of the Games yet, he had things to prepare first... Host Rules The Games had begun again. |
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| 栄 Ravendark | Jun 21 2012, 03:29 AM Post #2 |
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Awww shit son. Oberon thought as he sat on a city bench, heckling at the oldies who walked by. Tully Village wasn't so much a village really, it was a goddamn retirement home! Not just that but the retiree's were quite a copious amount, and thus Oberon couldn't help but laugh in a rude way when one of the elders fell over or bumped into each other int heir power scooters. The black signed demon smirked slightly and gripped the bottom of the park bench in anticipation, he was waiting for something much more interesting to happen, sure being a dark mage made things interesting and illegal, but really there was something much more dangerous going on here, and honestly he got off of it all like a sponge. An old lady waved a few pieces of crumbs and bread on the ground in front of her, she was an innocent old woman, probably seen better years. She reminded Oberon of his aunt, Mrs.Halen, kid you not- she was one of the most white people that Oberon new! Her and her entire family were always listening to hip hop music on the radio and singing around the table at dinner like they were all from a bad family sit com! She always pinched OBeron cheeks in a kind of old person manner, just like this old lady sitting right here across the cobblestone street from Oberon. "RRWWAAAAGHGGHG!" Oberon growled ferally as he ran at the large group of pigeons gathering around the woman, they all seemed to go 'wtf!' before jumping up into the air and bumping into each other before flying away over the housing complex's while the old lady fell back in surprise! And Oberon? Well, Oberon was just laughing away like the punk he acted like all the time, he was going to enjoy killing something, all these calm and old people standing around made him bloodthirsty, it was pitiful, he should have saved them all the agony of death here and now by making their passing quick and painless. The sound of the minions cascading down onto the earth was resounding, it was like the dinner bell for a hungry man after he was workin' on the rail road early in the mornin'. These things were different though, they weren't the dumb and useless cretins that the black signed demon was used to fighting, they were much stronger than that. Oberon has fought some skilled opponents before and won, but this was starting to get a bit sketchy, with the way that Oberon was fighting it was only a matter of time until he was overwhelmed by the masses. Grinning the dark mage yelled out before enveloping himself in darkness, bursting out in a white haired and hybrid form, guns blazing with darkness spheres, shattering into the minions as Black Icarus made his way slowly up the street. Ahhh good times! TL;DR
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| Zen | Jun 21 2012, 06:24 AM Post #3 |
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Sion spat. Tully Village. How long had it been since he last visited this place? He never stopped by when moving from city to city, much preferring to take a straight line rather than via the crossroads that was Tully. And if the straight line led through Tully, he much preferred to take the scenic route. The reason? It was said that his great-grandfather, Siris, spent the last years of his life here. Lots of people always told him he looked like his great-grandfather. Bah, one was a powerful Time Mage, politician, and one of the men who made Coreopsis what it is now, and the other was an insane swordsman, mercenary, Tartaros member. Sion didn't inherit much of his great-grandfather's grandure. Clang. In a single, smooth movement, Sion whirled around, drew his oversized sword, and parried a blow from a minion. It had begun, but these minions were different. Bigger. He liked that. They were also stronger, but that didn't stop Sion from kicking it in the stomach before pulling the Hollow Blade out of his weapon and performing a full 360 degrees spin, two strikes to the abdomen along with the kick. The minion reduced to dust and Sion spat on its remains. Time to find what other suckers there would be to assist in this fight. That took priority over having fun, he thought. As he started down a street, the soft whirring of mechanical parts could be heard, Sion's guns deploying into his hands. The first miniom he saw ended up riddled with three bullets. Three shots was what it would apparently take this time. Sion was more than willing to comply. Before long, three other minions had been turned into swiss cheese by Sion's Blazing Glory and Bloody Mercy. It was then that he spotted a black-haired, black winged figure that he never met, but had definitely heard of. "Oberon L. Zeppelin, I presume?" he said, blasting two holes in another minion before his massive blade came cascading down again, splitting its head near in half. "Sion Ciladion, a.k.a. Crow. What say you and me go take out that big thing over there?" he said, lazily waving at the large construct in town center. "You can fly, can't you? I mean, with those wings? If so, follow me." Before Oberon's eyes, small black beady eyes started appearing on Sion's body, followed by beaks, and eventually small wings, until Poof! He turned into a large flock of crows, flapping off into the great blue as his voice resounded "We've got to hurry..." But he didn't need his Corvus Corpus for long. Once he was above the construct he reformed, the boy dropping the short distance onto the construct's shoulder. He looked at his hands, a few wisps of black smoke still scurrying around it. "There seem to be no magic limitations this time." He clenched his fists. "But my strength seems to have faded... Oberon, I suggest using magic to damage the structure this time." He didn't look if Oberon had followed him -he might be talking to thin air, for all he knew- but simply knelt and put his hands against the stone. "Torquenti Tactus!" OoC
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| Levvins | Jun 21 2012, 11:28 AM Post #4 |
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*squishes fumloon*
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Katelynn looked on as the elderly people walked around with a lazy amble - an adequate description of the lazy atmosphere that surrounded the village. The area was filled with wrinkled seniors that Katelynn could not help but respect - their lives being lived to, hopefully, their fullest, this was the place they deserved to earn their reprieve from life - exiting the stage of the world at the very end. Not a very enlightening thought - more sobering than any, as Katelynn had realised about the value of life. It was very fragile - a blessing that one should cherish and treasure forever - not to be wasted so easily with vice and sloth. Looking at the elders around her Katelynn could not help but consider her life - firming up her objectives, and trying her best to achieve the goals she set. After all, one can only live once, might as well cherish it. As she continued walking down the anything-but-busy street several beings materialised around Katelynn. They looked quite different from the beings she knew that had spawned before in the previous three of this kind of encounters - they were significantly different. Bigger in size, and they had a kind of braver look with new equipment, it would seem. As Katelynn unwittingly attracted one along with her into a narrow back alley, she could not do anything else, other than throw three punches at the minion. It took her all three to get rid of the minion - it would seem that they were much tougher than before - and she had to dodge a reckless sword swing as she landed the last blow. As she tried to hide in a corner she hoped that this was the only thing she had to worry about. |
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| Lightning | Jun 21 2012, 12:34 PM Post #5 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Once again Ecclair found herself standing face to face with the minions summoned by the host that was attacking Fiore but this time things seemed rather different. The minions themselves had grown in size to be taller then any one that would stand against them and they had also changed their appearance entirely, now with armour covering their bodies entirely and two wings sprouting from their backs they had grown to be worthy opponents in their right. Another thing that had changed since the last attack was the size and shape of the construct that fell to the ground in the town square, now gigantic and shaped like a golem the device was no doubt going to prove to far more difficult to destroy then the previous times ones she had faced. The earth trembled as if a large scale earthquake had just struck Tully Village but it was not in fact an offensive strike by mother nature herself. Falling from the sky a gigantic golem struck the town’s square signalling for minions to swarm from portals that opened among the streets, so it had begun once again and the host had pulled a few aces from his sleeves now had he? Ecclair wasted no time before heading towards the town’s centre where the construct sat and upon arriving she could see she was not alone. Two men stood at the construct using what appeared to be their magic against it and as she took a step into the town’s centre square Ecclair could see why they had chosen to use magic and not physical strength to do so. Feeling as if something was sapping the strength from her the knight was sure that the construct had been modified to do so by the host after the quick destruction of his previous models by both herself and her fellow knights. Taking aim as she approached the construct step by step Ecclair fired TWO rounds from her weapon, these rounds were not ordinary rounds however and instead would strike the construct’s hard exterior and cause concussive magical force (equal to a rank 5 tech). Summary
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| Zen | Jun 21 2012, 01:05 PM Post #6 |
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Sion wiped the sweat off his brow. Fighting minions, and then using two spells in quick succession. He was starting to feel it, but it wasn't like he was already at his limits. Hell to the no, Sion had only just begun. He raised his hand up again, wisps of black and white smoke and arcs of energy shooting up and down between fingertips and elbows, his arm twisting as reality itself was being changed by his insanity magic. "Di Manes!" he growled, a coiled fist descending down onto the stone, causing another portion of magic damage to the Construct. He glanced down the small, shallow holes left by the shotgun-like blast that had left his hands, but he knew that it wasn't the physical damage that would be detrimental for the Construct. It was the magical damage. But he had done his part, for now. From atop the Construct, he could easily see around Tully, and spotted a very familiar face in an alley not far from them. "Katelynn!" he bellowed, his strangely loud voice hopefully reaching her. He was trained to be a commander from youth, and a commander needed a good battlefield voice, like his old master-at-arms, Alister Silverhand, used to say. But there were more minions stalking around near her, so he decided to take action. "Keep doing what you're doing!" he shouted to both Oberon and the woman below, who had started shooting the Construct with what looked like magical shells. Bringing a hand to his face, black energy flared in his palm. Pulling it across his face like he was ripping something off, a white-and-red mask appeared. "I'll be back in a moment!" he shouted, clambering down the side of the construct. He still had to get used to it, but DAMN it felt good. The dark energy that surged his body every time he used the mask felt like a natural high. It made him light in the head, and violent too, he knew, but it increased his general power enough to tip the balance of any fight. Sprinting out into the streets, he lept onto one of the minions' backs, sinking his dagger into the back of its neck screaming "Die! Die! Die!" It turned to dust underneath him, and he threw his head back, laughing that sinister, metallic laugh he always had when wearing the mask. Dashing around another corner, he whipped out his guns, firing three bullets from one hand each. Two minions, who were approaching Katelynn's hiding place, evaporated into thin air. He rushed into the alley, a small thing with an almost invisible turn at the end. His breathing was ragged, more through the mask than his fatigue, but when he turned the corner he gave a broad smile under the mask. "Kate, you're safe, thank goodness." he said, shoving the mask half to the right, revealing his trademark seal and one blood-red eye. "I saw you from atop the Construct. I was afraid you were hurt." he said, stepping over to her and giving her a hug. OoC
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| Lightning | Jun 21 2012, 01:38 PM Post #7 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Although Ecclair cared not for the reasons behind one of the men’s departure from the construct but she did have a guess as to what they were. She’d heard the words he’d yelled out and so she had a fair idea that he was moving to aid someone out of her line of sight, perhaps she should have cared more for her allies that were fighting against the same forces she was but not being put in command of anyone the knight had nothing but destruction of the construct in mind. With no responsibilities other then defeating the hosts forces Ecclair didn’t pause in her attacks on the construct and fired two more shots from her weapon. What the other man was doing she had no clue but if he was just going to stand around doing nothing then she would have preferred he do so somewhere else…. somewhere where bullets and magic weren’t flying around and minions gathering. Changing her weapon to it’s firearm form once these two hits landed Ecclair turned her focus to the minions that were surrounding her, the were an annoyance at this stage of the game but if she had to deal with them before she could destroy the construct then so be it. Summary
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| 栄 Ravendark | Jun 21 2012, 08:04 PM Post #8 |
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Oberon was a bloodthirsty beast, at least thats the persona that was often affiliated with hum whenever he put his profile up on a social networking site. You'd be syrprised how many other people there are that are just as crazy as Oberon! He couldnt help but grin as he slammed his second round of fell spheres into a group of minions as he wandered up the street, it was kind if fun if the things weren't charging up at him like he was some kind of football player. But oh, he relished the challenge, the idea to blasting someons head clean off and watching them fall to the ground made him anxious, it gave his adreballine a rush like no other even in his demonic take over form. There was little that the minions could do to phase him there was nothing they were ever going to be able to do to stop him! He would crush them all like the pathetic ants they are! Oberon cackled madly with with the disintegration of yet another minion to his cluthes. Did this host truly believe he could defeat hin or any other dark mage of Tartaros for that matter? Oberon smirked, wishing that someone would rip out a guitar solo for him to get amped on like one if those guys in a mosh pit! Ferling the magic drain out of his hands, Oberon turned around ar hearing his name, despite being in his hybrid form. It was strange that someone would recognize him currently, he was hoping for sonewhat of a mysterious and bloodthirsty stranger vibe to go on, "Listen kid i don't have time for autographs... oh" Oberon said, thinking it was just some punk who wanted to get an autograph from a rising dark mage rock star. He was not expecting to find Sion Calidon in this place. It was ironic really, from the information he scraped up from hiding in the guild rafters, Sion Calidon was a tough guy. They said he was insane... FINALLY A FRIEND TO MOCK OTHER PEOPLE WITH! Oberon thought to himself before nodding on a more serious note at Sion's question. " Well yeah i can normally but- WHAT IN THE NINE CIRCLES OF HELL!" Oberon said as he now saw eyes abd beaks coming out of the insanity mage's body, "Eheh, you might wanna see a plastic surgeon about that bro" Oberon would say before watching the dark mage fly away. " Wait! I can't fly when i'm like this!" Oberon shouted, waving his demonic arms and sweatdropping a bottle full. Sighing, he walked through the back alleys and finally found the construct as Sion was helping some girl, there was another person there- knight probably, didn't matter now. Oberon yelled before charging at the construct and slamming his darkness enveloped fist into the construct and letting out a blast if dark energy, this was going to be hard. "Keep i up!" Oberon yelled in Take Over over the fighting. OOC
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| Lightning | Jun 22 2012, 12:33 AM Post #9 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Ecclair continued to attack the construct with her magical ammunition, firing two more shots at the construct she dealt it further damage while the man that had previously been standing around seemed to be spurred into action and finally started to attack it also. Summary
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| 栄 Ravendark | Jun 22 2012, 03:01 AM Post #10 |
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OOC: Meh Oberon was impressed with his handiwork at first, but he was still not satisfied with the amount of carnage that he was gaining to inflict on this unholy spawn of Captain 50's. He was going to crush it until it was simply a pile of ruble, he would then sit on it and drink lemonade and talking bad jokes and puns about how everyone else who was helping was simply inferior to him and how he was going to rip out their tongues and use them as creepy gift presents for children on Halloween- yeah, Obeorn was a sick person like that, but at least he wasn't some kind of pathetic light mage who had to obey 'rules' set by the 'man' or some other kind of innuendo for political power and infrastructure. Grinning like a madman, he slammed his darkness enveloped fist into the stoney construct that was receiving quite the beating from the mages all around. Of course this would have hurt his hand if he was in his normal form, right now though his adrenaline was pumping and he could care less if he woke up the next day and wailed in agony about his arms hurting like hell. His attacks seemed to be working all right against the construct, still he did not let up against it, his offensive attacks needed time to recharge, but hopefully he wouldn't need to do another attack, they were so close! Spoiler: click to toggle
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