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| Immortalblade | Jan 6 2009, 05:35 PM Post #1 |
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A Renaissance Fair A collaborative RPG GM Rules: Do not attempt to take control of the RPG -Let other people have a chance at GMing Do not attempt to rewrite other GMs plots or use them without there permission Do not attempt to warp the RPG -this RPG will be kept rather open but do not start dicking around so that magic is an invincible part of the world and the church is not the church or some crap like that. DO NOT try to GM without asking first -Everyone will get there turn so be patient DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ABUSE YOUR POWER -this is collaborative SO DONT FUCKING TRY TO ABUSE GM RIGHTS! Player Rules: Respect the GMs -If you don't like how they GM don't be a dick to them WAIT YOUR GOD DAMNED TURN! -everyone will get to GM at some point No God modding, etc etc -You should know this already, if you don't then we will drill it into your skull till you get it. The World: Lorlyn: Lorlyn is a world slightly larger then Earth, yet manages to retain the same gravitational field. Like Earth it is mostly water wth several large land masses and many smaller ones. It has two poles, like Earth and many varied enviroments. However unlike Earth It has three moons, each of varying size and a large ring of dust and ice that encircles the planet. The largest Moon is called Fastosus. The second largest moon is called Maero while the smallest moon is called Abominor. The ring is very small (in comparision to the planet) and can only be seen at night. Flora & Fauna: There are a huge variety of plants and animals on this planet. Many species of plants that can be found on earth are common on Lorlyn. However so are plants that could never be found on earth yet are as common as Dandylions. The same can be said about the Fauna of Lorlyn. People and Politics: Cities & towns: Due to the nature of the Renaissance period of time many Empires consist of large city states. The cities are set up in a radiating manner. With levels of wealth matching how far away from the "center" you are. At the center of most cities are a large castle where the Nobles or Merchant Lords who run the city live. Surrounding them are the Palaces, houses, churchs and squares where the Nobles and merchants live and do buisness. They are seperated by an Inner wall from the common folk. The area outside this wall is essentially the poor part of the city, where the servants, poor merchants and tradesmen live. This area is exceptionally filthy even though there might be the occasional mansion that stands out from the squalor and filth. This area is dangerous, under patrolled and at best the worst place to live in a city. There are few who live here by choice. Over the ramparts and outside the city are huge tracks of farmland and hunting grounds. they are opperated by poor peasents who only serve the lord they are bound too. They are under fed, overworked and malnurished despite having huge amounts of farmland. They are often no better off then the poor who live in the city. Though unlike them they get atleast some fresh air. There are few towns that exist outside cities. The ones that due exist are based on a similar principle but on a much smaller scale, with possibly even more rural farmland then city in ratio. Class structure: There is no middle class in this world. There is only the Rich and the poor. With a huge gap in between them. The rich abuse the poor while the poor rarely become rich. Only traveling merchants may be considered middle class but most often they are too poor to buy a home. Adventures and those who make there fortune in hired work, with no allegance to any group are often looked down apon by poor and rich alike, despite the fact they are often hired by both groups. Economy and warfare: In a world where coin is the only thing that matters and both rich and poor are looking to improve there social standing, many jobs exist. Slavery, trade, mercenary work and assasinations are all parts of daily life. People rarely notice when a crime is taking place, except of course when a noble is involved. City states rarely have standing armies. Instead they hire mercenary armies to attack neighboring states. these armies are loyal to those with the highest coin and often switch allegances after a battle. Often these armies are used as a bargining tool rather then actual military force, mostly due to the fact city states would much rather leave the wealth of the opposing city intact. Technology: The technology of Lorlyn is both historically accurate to the age and absolutly outragous. Many of the technologies found in this world are inspired by Leonardo Da Vinci. Because of the nature of this RPG many aspect may change. However yes they still had swords, bows and plate mail. they also had these types of guns WheelLock Matchlock MAGIC Magic in it self is a very strange pheonomenon. It manifests in many forms, some based on the elements, others on divine insight. However magic is scorned in almost all its forms and in almost all cultures. Those who practice it are shunned and beguiled, some branded as heretics by the unwashed masses and executed. Types of Magic: Elemental: Magic that is directly drawn from the four elements (fire, earth, air and water). This is one of the most common forms of magic. Many cultures utilize it in differnt forms. Based primarily around healing and nature. The most common form of its use is the good old fireball and heal spell. Tainted: Magic drawn from the shadowy forces of the unknown. Whether from demons, undead or any sort of shadowy creature this magic is the darkest of magics. Based primarily around destruction. Necromancy is but one example of this magic. Standared: The most basic and complex of magics. This type of magic serves hundreds of uses yet does not have any defining charestics. It is essentially used to simplify the vast number of spells not related to any other field. Oddly enough it contains both destructive and healing magic. Magic missles fall into this categorey. Devine: Also known as anti-magic. This magic seems to exist souly as a negative factor to other magics. It often is woven into churchs and other holy objects and places to provide a "safe haven" from magic. Most of its spells seem to either disrupt magic, smite non-belivers, heal the faithful and generallly be a pain in the butt to any Magic users. Though believed to come from God and his angles (and whatever incarnation its users believe in) no one actually knows where it comes from. (Magic section subject to change) The Church: Religion was a major part of everyday life during this time and it is also very important in Lorlyn. Much of the population believes in some form of faith. The most powerful religion is the Church of the Divine Savoir, usually simplified to just The Church (Its surprising how many religions this title discribes). Beliefs: -The church beliefs are built around catholic beliefs of the time, with obvious terms removed. In gameplay terms the church believe that those who practice differnt faiths are scum, not fit to lick the boots of any church goer. However they are modertly tolerant of them and if they convert the church usually drops such preconceptions. Magic users on the other hand are reviled by the church, especially if they practice Tainted Magic. When given the chance the church will often damn magic users as heretics and burn them at the stake. However in a world where magic is incredibly common such acts are rarely carried out in public. Often the church (especially in towns with a signifigant Noble population who practice with magic). will either begrudgingly let the magic users carry out there buisness (without any contact with the Church of course) or in more extreme cases carry out assasinations. Political Influence: The church by its nature is very influential with both Merchant lords and Nobles. Thus it often has control over where battles are waged and how large transactions are carried out. The church also impose a tax on many of there subjects, making them incredibly rich. Trough there religous doctirne and economic might the Church is capable of influencing large roups of people to do there bidding, whether for good or ill. However with recent troubles the once blind faith in the church is wavering yet as not faltered to the point where athiests are not burned at the stake. Divine Power: The church often draws power from devine based power. Though similar to the other types of magic the main reason the church is so influential is mostly due to there ability to weaken or remove the powers of other magics near there holy sites or holy priests and nuns. Other: The church is made of many people, so there could be any type of member of the church, whether good or evil. Possible Plot ideas for GMs to expand apon: The Black Death: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Death#Signs_and_symptoms The Black Death was a plauge that infected much of europe during this time period. In Lorlyn however though the symptons are familar the final result is much more horrifying. The victim like in reality starts to develop pusing tumours and eventually dies a very horrible and painful death. It quickly spreads from victim to victim by being carried by parasitic insects. However in Lorlyn even if the victim dies the tumours continue to grow. Depending on certain conditions the victim after a several week incubation period becomes a literal walking pusing zombie with sharp claws instead hands, their teeth are replaced by sharp canines or in some cases tentacles covered in hook-like suckers.Luckily however unlike the real black death the desease can not be transmitted from person to person, only plauge bearing insects can transmit it, it also does not take affect if the victims immune system fights it off (which unfortunally does not happen often in this day and age). If the body is allowed to rot it will continue to undergo mutations eventually becoming bearly humanoid. However the church does not allow the burning of bodies for religous reasons so those fleeing the plauge often seal the infected in their homes, much to the dismay of adventures looting the abandoned buildings. Luckily however most cases of the plauge are isolated and far from major cities for the moment. More ideas (which may or may not be used, depending on the GM) added later. IC: It looked like any other peaceful farming community. A cold breeze blew in from the ocean, just visible as a thin blue line in the horizan. On this breeze was a light fog that slightly obscured the travelers and merchants moving to and fro on the main road. In the distance along this road lay the great Merchant port city of Rema, whose tall spires where bearly visible in the morning fog and whose lights flickered dully this fine morning. The sky was filled with cloads, whose swollan bellys did not hide the fact they where carrying rain. Yet the Farmers who worked the fields continued to work on, dispute the obvious inclement weather heading there way. For they knew the Landlord would not pay them if they stopped working. None bothered to take shelter in the inn directly across them. Whose large stable did not hide the fact it was filled to the brim with tired merchants and travelers who are rather upset by this sudden turn in weather. All in all dispite the rather depressing weather it was still a peaceful community. Almost idyllic. Oh how I wish I could change that. Thought a rather strange traveler. This traveler was Ludwig van Johnathon Leonardo Brian Petersen though he prefered to be called John. He was an adventuer and master warlock And also wondering why He's thinking in third person John thought as he avoided being trampled by a Merchant cart that sped by, hoping it would get to Rema before the rain came pouring down. John considered teaching this Merchant proper road safty with a good fireball but he thought better of it and hurled insults instead at the retreating form. Shaking his head he started to make his way to the inn, only to manage to dive out of the way of anouther merchant cart. "FUCKERS!" He yelled, shaking his fist as the cart sped by on to its destination. Now incredibly ticked off he considered lighting the fields on fire to cool his rage but considered ale would be more appropriate for the weather. Heading towards the Inn without any further incident he headed inside (bearly noticing that the Inn was called The Green Pony Inn). As he walked in and headed to the tavern part of the Inn he noticed the place had an aura of tension to it and for no small wonder. The place was packed with all sorts of people all taking shelter from the coming weather. As he walked in some people looked up but most just returned to there buisness or ale. Making his way through the crowd he headed to a small table farthest away from the main group (empty as the table was farthest from the door and therefore would be the last to leave once the bad weather had come and past). Sitting down he started looking around, waiting for something intresting to happen. After all when a bunch of men are crammed into one room with both ale and bad circumstances to sour there mood something intressting (and fun!) was always bound to happen.... POST AWAY Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 29 2009, 05:41 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 11 2009, 10:02 PM Post #2 |
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Tigar walked through a random peasants field slowly. He had traveled a long way from his Swampy homeland, and was approaching a port city. Oh, how he was curious as to the customs the warm bloods had in the city. He may even be able to find some good quality food. As Tigar continued trampling through the peasant fields, he stopped, and looked up. Bad weather was coming in, and he did not want to get wet. His rags were still damp from the last rain. Tigar looked around, and noticed some sort of inn building. He quickly ran, trying to keep his hood up, and stopped at the road. He looked both ways, and waited for the merchant carts to pass. He also noticed some unlucky soul almost get run over by one. Be careful and that wouldn't happen, he thought. Tigar then crossed the street, and tucked his tail under his robe. He entered, and was greeted by some strange looks from people, but they dissipated. Tigar sat down at an empty table near the wall by the door, and quietly sat around. On the floor, he noticed a mouse scurrying around, and he quickly and eloquently picked it up. Then, while people were minding thier own business, he at the mouse whole. "Excellent," he said to himself with a bit of an elongate on the X and S sound. Tigar then quietly waited for the weather to cease. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 11 2009, 10:07 PM Post #3 |
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Delatton walked down the road towards the inn. He didn't mind the rain that was coming; in fact, he relished it, as the sun would be blocked out. His many trips to the surface had caused his eyes to adapt to the bright sunlight, but he didn't like it anyways. The monk looked ahead and spotted the cart barreling down the road, barely missing a pedestrian who promptly shook his fist and screamed at it in human tongues. As the cart thundered towards him, Delatton ran towards it and leapt clear over the horse, the driver, and the cart, rolling to his feet as he landed. The monk looked behind him, taking glee in the slack-jawed look on the driver's face as he looked back at Delatton. Satisfied with his little bit of fun, the drow elf decided to head over to the inn. It was as he expected: packed. Fortunately, there was a corner table still unoccupied, giving the elf a perfect place to sit. The appearance magic had worked, and was still working. Sitting down at the table with his water, he magically purified his drink with an under-the-table gesture. He took in the scene as he drank. "Looks like things might get interesting," he thought as he looked around. He inspected the scene a little more, and spotted a surface-dweller that didn't have the look of a common peasant about him at all "Ooh, better keep my eyes on him, that one could be trouble, maybe even for me," ran through his head as he looked the human over from his corner. Delatton wondered whether these dwellers were stupid, or if they simply didn't like to ask questions. His curiosity had been aroused by the human's glowing yellow eyes. Whatever he was, human or no, Delatton would have to keep an eye on him if things in the bar turned hairy. Alcohol, crowding, bad weather, and a sour mood rarely combined for uneventful results. Delatton knew this from previous assignments.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 13 2009, 06:33 PM Post #4 |
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IC: As the minetes seemed to drag on and on John became even more bored. The owner had been ignoring him since he had entered the inn and didn't seem to show any intrest in giving him the ale he had ordered. Bored he reclined in his wooden chair and started scratching simple runes from a vareity of languages into his table with his dagger. Not paying any attention to the world around him he was a bit surprised when he felt something hit his foot and a dull thud came from beside him followed by the sound of a breaking tankard, which could be hardly be heard through the din of the inn. Looking up from his absent minded scratching he suddenly noticed he was staring into the face of a young man who was dressed in a way that suggested he was of moderate wealth , and judging by the deep breathing, soaked clothes and rapid reddening of the face didn't seem to have enjoyed tripping on his foot and landing on his ale. The man pointed a fingure at John and breathed through clenched teeth "How dare you, you filthy peasent, trip Rapheal the fifth?" Waving his hand to disperse the bad odor coming from this mans mouth John replied "Yes, how DARE gravity fell the great man known as Rapheal the fifth. Whose Family was so unoriginal they decieded to give five generations the same name!" This insult did little to stem the nobles rage and the noble drew a rapier and pointed it directly at Johns face. "Now foul knave, I will rend your head from your shoulders for daring to insult me!' John was surprised "Where the hell did you get that rapier? Did-Did you just pull that rapier out of your ass, like your ego?" The Noble was shaking with rage by this point and John doubted the man would not hesitate to use his sword in the next five seconds. The Noble then suddeny blurted out, bearly able to talk through his anger "You dirty peasent, you will pay dearly for your insults. Ah good, those muttering must be prayers as you will soon die by my hand, possibly the only honour you will see in your pathetic peasent life. Now prepare to die..Wait why are you pointing at meOH GOD IM ON FIRE!!!!" As the now flaming Noble ran out the door and into the pouring rain (Much to Johns dismay as the rain would put out the flames as he had not used an overly powerful spell) John went back to his buisness of scratching runes into the table with his dagger, while the collective scrapping of chairs could be heard as almost half the inn moved there tables closer to the door. EDITOOC: Yes I know this post really has no point but we are still waiting on some people and I might as make sure they are not completly lost when they join. Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 13 2009, 06:49 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 13 2009, 06:55 PM Post #5 |
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Delatton watched the display from his corner table. "Hmmph, amateur," he thought as he watched the nobleman burst into flames, "and yet, that one could be useful." With that, Delatton moved from the corner table to the mage's table. "Impressive display there," he said as he sat down with his back to the wall, "but you lack form. You shouldn't have set him on fire right away; you should have humiliated him at his own game and then set him on fire. If I had a 'volunteer,' I'd demonstrate for you." Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Jan 13 2009, 06:55 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 13 2009, 07:04 PM Post #6 |
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Tigar silently watched as the strange man somehow set the noble on fire. Yikes, he thought to himself. TIgar's eyes widened slightly, and he felt that it would be best to be prepared for a hasty exit. As a random waiter served him some ale, Tigar's tail, lovely as it was, began to slip out from under the robe, revealing it to anyone that fancied looking under a "mans" table. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 13 2009, 07:24 PM Post #7 |
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John was surprised by this man offering to teach him and not because usually when he lit someone on fire the only thing people usualy asked him to do was go to hell, no it was because this man was asking if he could teach him! Naturally John was annoyed by this offer. "Form? You say I lack form? Im afraid I will have to correct that assumption." Suddenly standing up he grabbed the nearest person (The innkeeper) by the thoart and started muttering. When he finished muttering the innkeepers body began to convulse, small bulges moving up and down his body. The Innkeepers mouth opened, prehaps to scream but all that came out was some sort of bloody bile. The Innkeepers arms started to flail widely before wrapping around himself in a death like embrace. His mouth opened wider, wider, far wider then any mouth should open. His eyes rolled in his head, filled with terror and pain. Bile continued to pour out but it started to come from his eyes and nose. The convulsions did not stop until several of the mans bones and organs ripped themselves through his body. Holding up the mutilated corpse he said to the starnge man "I call it ode to the human spirit...trying to rip itself out explosivly from its mortal body !" Tossing the corpse to a random cloaked figure "Lacks form you say HA! Id like to see you do better!" As this happend half the Inn suddenly packed up and ran out the door, leaving the few who where too drunk, too afraid or too stupid to there fate (then again these few where also heavily armed). Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 13 2009, 07:27 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 13 2009, 07:50 PM Post #8 |
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"Once again, you lack proper form. You do your finale too early! Toy with them first. Allow me to demonstrate," replied Delatton as he drew the scarring dagger and sai. He looked at the heavily-armed thugs. He doubted the Church would care about one destroyed inn, no matter how many people were killed in it. "They're mine, wizard," was all that came out of his mouth as he engaged the mass of goons. He was clearly toying with them, blocking, dodging, and redirecting their moves with ease until he wanted to kill them. One man flew past the wizard, courtesy of a spin kick, while another got his throat gashed open by the prongs of a sai. He finally concluded his toying around by letting himself get encircled. When they all tried to charge him, he backflipped over them and tossed a massive fireball into the center of them, incinerating the lot of them. Delatton landed on his feet and turned around to face the wizard again. "Here endeth the lesson," he said as his appearance magic dissipated. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Jan 13 2009, 11:51 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 13 2009, 07:58 PM Post #9 |
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Tigar once again, yet sat and watched as the foolish goons were brought down by another wizard type character. Tigar sighed, and set his drink down. He turned while sitting, and faced them, and spoke. "Tell me please, are you quite finished yet?" Tigar said, as he brought down his hood revealing his lizardy face. He then stood up, and walked over to the bar counter to swipe another drink. He doubted the owner would quite care any more. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 13 2009, 08:44 PM Post #10 |
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John blinked, confused by the strangers demonstration. "Wait, you say to toy with them but you do not turn them inside out and force them to live the rest of there lives in horrible agony." Noticing that the stranger had killed everyone but one John began preparing to correct that mistake when this last survivor pulled back his cloak and revealed himself to be An absolutly humongous talking lizard who could rip my arms out and beat me to life with them. He thought as he stared at this new revalation. Wonder if he minds being experimented on? He was just about to ask the lizard that question when he felt a slight pain in his forhead. Apparently the goons who had just been butchered had friends that where nearby and heavily armed and, judging by the fact the fire in the fire place took on a humonoid form, had one or more mages with them. Vaugly aware of the arrow sticking out of his head he turned to the stranger (who had just removed whatever concealing magic he had cast on him and showed that he was one of the mythical dark elves) and said "hey pointy ears, I think this band of homicidal bandits wants a verbal version of your lesson. While you give that in the middle of them with your eyes closed Ill prepare the hands-cut-off-then-animated-to-strangle-there-owners lesson." Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 13 2009, 08:44 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 13 2009, 08:52 PM Post #11 |
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After leaving the cave he hid in once it started to rain, Jaw now found himself soaked, miles away from the cave. "Might as well continue on," he thought. After walking a short distance farther, he saw a large group of people running. Moving forward, Jaw saw a building surrounded by another group of people. "So I guess someone already beat me to it," he thought, "Might as well stick around and see what happens." He jumps up onto a nerby tree to watch, completely forgetting about him being soaked in water. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 13 2009, 09:17 PM Post #12 |
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"I'm talking about having some finesse, human!" said Delatton as he fired up his magic and drew his tonfa (putting the dagger away in the process). "Stoneskin? Check. Mirror images? Check. Ghost armor? Check. Protection from elements? Check too. Time to kick some more ass," thought the dark elf as he thumbed through his mental bag of tricks as a pair of goons charged after him. suddenly the idea hit him "That's it! Here we go!". He started gesturing towards the wizard as the area around him took on a slight chill. "Ekoum! Salaeno! SAMATKA!" he roared. Just a little bit longer and he'd have it cast. His feet were firmly planted, and his mirror images had already started shifting around. OOC: Probably my last post for tonight Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Jan 13 2009, 09:18 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 13 2009, 09:20 PM Post #13 |
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Feeling ignored, Tigar quickly ran for the second floor stairs. He reached the top, and threw some spikes down on the stairway. "I'll be hiding," he said. |
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| Jaw096 | Jan 13 2009, 09:59 PM Post #14 |
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"No, you idiots, let your opponent come to you," Jaw thought to himself, "you'll have the advantage. At least burn the place down first!" Jaw lets out a sigh. "Might as well see how long before they lose...., and if they win.... well, they are too reckless." he thought as he waited there patiently.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 15 2009, 08:20 PM Post #15 |
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John wasn't very preoccupied with the attacking goons at the moment. Mostly because of the large arrow currently lodged in his forehead. Stupid bloody arrow, Im not going around looking like a Rhino! he thought as he pranced around, desperatly trying to pull said arrow out of his brain. While this was happening the goons where more then happy to keep shooting arrows through the windows of the inn. Over ten arrows went into John exposed back, much to his chagrin. "Damn it I. AM. NOT. A. PINCUSHION!" He yelled as his hands started to glow in a strange orange and yellow light. Wheeling around he noticed "Elf-boy" casting a spell and "Lizard-face" making a run for it into the upper level of the inn. With little regard for either of his "allies" safety he pointed his hands towards the encroaching goons. With almost no direct target in mind, great torrents of flame suddenly shot out of his hands (OOC: best way to explain it is that his hands are like flamethrowers with only a very vauge idea of what "directly in front of you" is). The flames created a wall of fire at the front of the inn, temporaly stopping the encroaching goons (or atleast until there allied mage or mages could put out the flames). Flames leaped from this fire and into the ceiling, traveling along it and preaty much lighting the whole ceiling on fire, yet oddly left the stairs intact Hint Hint Mr.Lizard-face He thought as he suddenly noticed a slight flaw in his otherwise perfect strategy (Burn everyone and everything), He had forgotton about the fire elemental, who was quite enjoying the fact that it had even more flames to obsorb. And here I thought today would be fun... John thought as he racked his arrow pierced brain for a solution to this minor annoyance. Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 15 2009, 08:28 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 15 2009, 08:46 PM Post #16 |
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Delatton finished his casting as the homicidal wizard started shooting gouts of flame all over the place. It hurled a volley of large ice lances straight towards the fire elemental. Magically guided to their hot target, every one of the icy projectiles collided with considerable force, completely extinguishing the fire elemental, leaving only a cold dark husk that resembled a man made of charcoal. Looking to the door, Delatton pointed his index fingers at it and uttered a single word. The burst of force that followed blew the door clear off its hinges and out towards the fools encircling the inn. The elf ran upstairs and took a look out the window through a curtain over the windows to get a rough count of how many fools there were. |
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 15 2009, 09:28 PM Post #17 |
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Tigar looked out the window, and noticed numerous mobsters surrounding the inn. Oh why me, why me, he thought. As a flame encroached the ceiling, Tigar ran down the stairs, past the elf running to opposite way, and noticed that the door was blown off his hinges. Ok, there goes the door that was almost stopping the mob, and now they can run in. Lovely. Tigar watched as multiple people from the mob of angry folk entered the building, and they didn't look too happy. They had weapons drawn, and spotted Tigar immediately. As one of the goons drew near, Tigar drew his blade, and ducked under the lumbering goons swing. He then thrusted his blade threw the mans throat, and removed it as he crumpled to the ground. As the other goons became slightly reluctant to strike, Tigar removed an apple sized gourd from his satchel. He threw it onto the ground, and the entire first floor became full of black smoke. Tigar quickly ran back upstairs, into the hallway, and ducked behind a piece of random furniture. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 15 2009, 09:47 PM Post #18 |
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Event: Delatton could see from his window over thirty heavily armed mercenaries and about three mages. Who looked like they where boosting there allies with magic. All of them looked ready to commit murder on a grand scale and perfectly capable of killing an elf, lizard and homicidal mage. Ok now John was pissed. He had about an entire quiver full of arrows lodged in him, an entire mob who wanted his head (regardless of how pointless that would be) and now He couldn't see OR LIGHT THINGS ON FIRE. Luckily the five men who had came into the inn when they had seen the firee die out where now on the floor slowly choking to death thanks to the lizards smoke pellets. Charging blindly into the stairs and up them he confronted the elf and lizard. "Ok now if any of you wish to live long enough for me to use as body shields and fireball practice targets we will need to get out of here and kill all these mercs. Now I hope one of you have a plan because this arrow in my brain is really not helping me." OCC: Last update for the night. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 15 2009, 11:23 PM Post #19 |
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Delatton looked at the human, arrows poking out of every part of his body. "Obaedai! Naebora! Sesklan! he yelled as his protection from projectiles charm took effect. He could tell it was working, as any and all arrows or other stray projectiles that came towards him simply bounced away and flew towards other parts of the room. He immediately blasted another hole, this time in the ceiling, and jumped through the hole and landed on the roof with a flip. He immediately rummaged through a little bag and pulled out several very fragile glass spheres wrapped in very soft cloth. Each one contained what looked like a fine black powder. He tossed four of them, one for each side of the building. Wherever it landed, the sphere shattered and scattered the powder all over the place, giving everyone outside the building a lungfull of Black Lotus petals. Those that didn't immediately collapse and die from the potent poison in the petals lay on the ground convulsing helplessly (They would be like that until they finally grew tired, and a comatose state would soon follow). Black Lotus petals or pollen were the most potent poison available, and Delatton had a set of these spheres every time he took a "trip" somewhere. Jumping back down through the hole in the roof with a backflip. "Hey, pincushion, it's all clear," he said as he waited for the petal dust to settle, after which he started using his scarring dagger to either put the convulsing fools out of their misery, or to carve glasgow smiles into the dead ones. Those that had died from the poison (almost all of them) had black markings around their nose and mouth, from where the lotus petals had entered their system.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 16 2009, 02:29 PM Post #20 |
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"That is the end of that, I suppose," thought Jaw, "I wonder if there will be anymore showing up." Jaw thinks about waiting until everyone, still alive, leaves so he can continue on his journey. "That can wait, I would rather follow them; see if anything interesting happens. Besides, it is not like I have any leads." Jaw waits for them to leave before moving into the shadows to follow them.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 16 2009, 04:55 PM Post #21 |
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OOC: To many guys dead to fast Kranford. Event: As Delatton began the work of killing the survivors of his sneak attack the black marking on the bodies caused by the Black Lotus petals began to fade. Small glowing runes began to appear on the corpses. The wounds that had been inflicted on them by Delatton began to heal. With almost little warning there was a great whooshing sound, almost like all the air had been sucked out of the area. The Corpses suddenly glowed in a light that was as bright as the sun. With a quickness born of trained soldiers the former corpses groaned and got to there feet and began to get a bearing on who had dared try to kill them. The one however Delatton had just been about to carve a glasgow smile into suddenly popped his eyes open and wrapped his mail backed hands around Delatton's thoart, content to throatle the life out of him. IC: As John looked on as the corpses suddenly become living again he loudly cursed the arrow in his brain. "Damnit how could I have been so stupid! I should have relized what was going on when that damn fire elemental appeared!" He then yelled to the Elf "Not sure it matters to you at the moment But turns out these guys apparently have two elemental mages or shamans and judging by that whooshing sound and shaking ground Id say they are preaty powerful and very good at summoning air and earth elemenatals! Also by judging by those magic missles heading towards me Id say they have a normal mage with them too!" John yelled as he ducked out the way of the missles. The soldiers had also apparently heard John as well as they began moving to get through the back door of the inn (After all only an idiot goes through the front door, especially since that black cloud of choking gas the lizard had made hadn't disappeared yet) while five mercenaries headed towards Delatton to help there buddy. OOC: yes Im know Im stretching it a bit with what the mages where buffing there allies with but come on. No taking out thirty guys in one post. In fact don't even take out half that in one post. Take out five or less, maybe if the circumstances dictate and its actually plasible and well written. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 16 2009, 05:25 PM Post #22 |
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Delatton easily broke the grasp on his throat, jumped to his feet and stomped his foot into the throat of the human. He jumped over his next opponent and repeatedly stomped his feet into the face and head of the hapless mercenary, smashing his nose to pieces and driving the man's jawbone into his brain. When he was finished with his "stairway to heaven," he immediately jumped towards one guy and grabbed him by the arms, throwing him into the mob of mercenaries heading after him, knocking them over like bowling pins. The dark elf sprinted towards the inn's back door, executing a flying kick towards the nearest mercenary as he did so.
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 16 2009, 06:51 PM Post #23 |
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A Ghiolmey creature raced up stairs and beginning to toss spikes down, watching as blood poured and poured until it covered the entire floor. Wondering what was going on, Multak raced down stairs, missing most of the stips and almost slipping on the blood, surprised by how thin it was. He was greeted by a mass of bodies shaking themselves up and advancing towards a human and an elf. Feeling the power of varied energies and tainted magic at use. Wind and Earth being used most effectively and he could detect that it was coming from two powerful forces. As the masses of bodies rushed towards the human and elf, they fought valiantly with an array of fisticuffs, swordsmanship he had never seen and magic he was sure would shatter him. Running a finger through the blade of his sword, as to strengthen it with magic, he felt a slight drain as the power seeped from his body into the blade. Knocking down a mug of ale onto the floor, Multak bent low pointed his right hand's index and middle finger precisely down the line the ale had spread and where the fighters were. Resting his sword across his right arm, he concentrated and unleashed what he had as a power of energy, lighting the alcohol and putting a thin wall of fire between the fighters. "Who in the name of the holy one is the cause for this!" OOC: I call shenanigans. Edited by mckinnon94, Jan 16 2009, 07:13 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 16 2009, 08:10 PM Post #24 |
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"So they have someone that can bring people back from the dead," Jaw noticed "Which one was it?" he wondered. Not sure which one did it, and a bit mad from that light, he did a dive off of the tree, and landed into the shadows. In his shade form he moved to the magic user farthest back, and used his shadow magic to form a large drill that shot up at the person. Quickly, pulling it back into the shadow, he moves back to the tree he was at, leaving the shadows. OOC: Sorry, if I didn't explain it to well. Basicly the large drill summon stays on the ground, the farther it goes, the wider the base of it is. As it goes out it also spins. Edited by Jaw096, Jan 16 2009, 08:18 PM.
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 16 2009, 11:26 PM Post #25 |
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As the masses of soldiers rush through the wall of fire, many suffering burns which render them incapable of movements. Drawing his sword, Multak cleaved into the two bodies in front of them. Slicing ones head off and with another swift motion dismembering the arm of another. Something grabbed him from behind and starting beating him wildly, taking the power of the air around him using the Energy he pushes the body away with a gust of wind. Running back up stairs to where he saw the others flee, he blows a larger gust of wind in their direction, slowing them down further. "There are too many of them, I have felt the magic in the air weaken, but it is still there controlling the deceased. They will be upon us in a moment" A loud rumbling ensued confused as to what it was Multak looked around at the other survivors, "What was that? There is still magic in the air, these are definitely beings of tainted magic, is it possible that these people may be summoners? Can we be expected to fight beings of Energy?" Edited by mckinnon94, Jan 16 2009, 11:29 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 16 2009, 11:58 PM Post #26 |
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Still not sure if Jaw got the right one, he goes after another one with the same strategy as before. OOC: sorry for posting so little. I should be posting a lot more once I actually get into a fight, or have more events going on. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 17 2009, 08:37 PM Post #27 |
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Event: As the group of armed mercenaries charged into the Inn and immeditaly assaulted any they found inside a sudden silence covered the improvised battle field. This silence was broken by what sounded like a (if it existed during this time) a jet taking off. Suddenly a strong wind, as strong as a hurrican appeared without warning. Two tornados formed then slowly became small man sized spheres of wind with two glowing eyes. A Masive humonoid form of earth clawed its way out of the soil. These elementals immeditaly started using the very power of the elements they wielded and began demolishing the Inn, the mercenaries however where ignored by these monsters and in fact seemed impervious to any of the elementals missfired attaks. IC: As the Inn began to collaspe around him John Immeditly did what any sane person would do, leg it downstairs, right into the waiting arms of the mercenaries. A mercenary swung his sword, bearly missing John as he doged out of the way and grabbed the man by the face. With a quick spell the mans head exploded between his fingures, spraying everyone in the room with bits of skull and brains. John gave a quick chuckle as the Mercenaries faces convulsed in a look of disgust and horror before he kicked there headless friend into the chest of the nearest Merc. Ducking under the wide swing of one merc armed with a mace he did a slight roll, kicking the legs out from anouther Merc. Pushing the stunned merc off him he Immeditaly getting to his feet he made a mad dash for the front door. Im Home freeOH SHIT! John thought as he saw that he had run into the direct line of sight of three elementals and there respective summoners. Relizing that he had nowhere to go he drew his slightly rusty Bastard sword, his left hand bursting into flames as he did. "Well then lets do this the old fashioned way." John said as he began listing off all the anti-mage spells he could remember in his head. |
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 17 2009, 09:50 PM Post #28 |
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OOC: What Immortal? No fwoosh!? Rumbling ensued the other human had rushed down the stairs, Multak got up to follow him, but as he got up. There was a loud rumbling and vibrations and Multak fell back, crashing through the floor and landing in a small heap of rubble. Immediately a man grabbed Multak by the throat and began to throttle him. Desperate to escape his grasp, giving multiple blows into the mans stomach but to no avail. Thinking fast he stretched out his hands and pushed against the mans chest and he flew across the room. With a mug of ale nearby he took control of the ale inside and sent it flying onto another man's eyes, leaving him blind long enough for Multak to make a break through. After pushing his way through a group of bodies, Multak was directly behind these three beings of Energy. Composed of Wind and Earth, although they were confronted by a man who seemed to have a control over Energy himself. Drawing his sword and driving it into the man who had just tried to attack him, Multak ran his fingers down the side of his sword. Reinforcing it with magic and giving it the power this weapon needed to fight these beings of Energy without exerting too much of himself. Bringing his sword high above his head he cleaved the nearest being of wind diagonally through, not too much help as it just reformed itself easily. "Fuck" Turning his attention to the being of Earth and setting part of it's body on fire, pumping it with wind to keep the fire smoldering. Edited by mckinnon94, Jan 17 2009, 10:28 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 17 2009, 10:17 PM Post #29 |
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Delatton's flying kick sent him sailing through the air into the side of a merc's head, smashing his skull with a sickening *crunch.* Upon hearing the summoning spells go off, Delatton decided that he shouldn't be dealing with the amateurs at the back door, promptly killing them with either a scarring dagger to the chest, a kick to the jaw, or a sai prong to the throat. Once the lot of them were dead, he snapped his fingers, going invisible. He sprinted around the side, and spotted one of the summoners. "Kill them and the elementals are gone. Looks like my work is cut out for me then," he thought to himself. Considering that the first summoner was too busy maintaining his magic, he never noticed the rustling grass in his direction. All he probably felt shortly after were a pair of hands grasping his head, followed by a nasty crunching sound as the summoner's neck was snapped in half. The unfortunate side effect was that Delatton's invisibility had been broken by the snapping. He immediately surveyed the situation and looked around for the other summoners. |
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 17 2009, 10:24 PM Post #30 |
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Tigar quickly gutted a mercenaries neck with his tanto, and looked outside. His jaw dropped, and he went to close the door. But somebody had to kick it off in the first brawl. Tigar quickly ran inside, and ducked behind the bar, praying for the bad things to go away. |
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| Jaw096 | Jan 17 2009, 10:32 PM Post #31 |
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"This is becoming too boring," thought Jaw. He summoned a shadow sword, and with it, he charged at the mercs. Quickly decapitating one of them from behind, he charged at another. The merc, noticing Jaw, swung his sword downwards. Jaw effortlessly swung his right leg and body to the left, barely dodging the blow, then moved his right foot on to the blade, keeping it in the ground, followed by a horizontal slash to the throat. Jaw looks around to get an idea of who all his allies are. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 17 2009, 11:11 PM Post #32 |
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OOC: Heres what the elementals look like ![]() Air Elemental ![]() Earth Elemental Event: Delatton's killing of one of the Shamans unfortunally did not have the desired effect. Instead of disappearing one of the air elementals began to start expelling lightning, the swirling winds that made up its body darkening and growing in size. Yep it now had nothing controlling it. It turned its gaze apon Delatton and decieded it would reward the one who had freed it by frying it with lightning and skining it with hurricane force winds. Jaw: Jaws killing of two of the mercenaries defiently made the mercenaries even more willing to brutally kill everything that they could see. Two Mercenaries charged Jaw with long swords, magical runes glowing in front of them. Enhancing there abilities and natural resistance. Jaw was now in possibly one of the toughest battles of his life. Tigar: Tigar's hiding did not go unnoticed, as he found out when a merc with a mace smashed the front of the bar in. Yelling a crude battle call the Man brought his mace high into the air content on bringing it down on Tigars skull. IC: John rolled to the side as the large earth elemental swung a giant fist down towards him. As he got to his feet he noticed the side of the elemental burst into flames from a spell casted by a newcomer. However this had absolutly no effect on the mostrousity. The monster swung anouther giant fist towards John, however this time he was ready. When the fist hit the ground John leaped up onto it and started running up the elementals arm, Impaling his bastard sword in the creatures and pulling it along as he ran up towards the creatures head. When he got near he wrenched his blade free and swung it towards the elementals neck, the blade bearly stuck. Using his momentum he swung him self up onto the creatures head. With a loud "FWOOSH!" the flame that had encased his left hand traveled down his blade. In a single motion John drove the tip of his blade into the elementals head. From that point spider like cracks of flames spread across the elementals body. John drove the blade deeper into the creatures head and the cracks flared in a brilliant light. With a loud boom the entire elemental exploded, raining pebble sized peices of flaming elemental down around the area, unfortunally doing little harm. As John straightened himself up from the rubble that was the former elemental he bearly had time to deflect a magical attack from the mage whose elemental he just blew up. Suddenly he noticed the mage hold up a scroll with some strange runes written on it. The runes glowed and the paper disappeared in a puff of smoke. The runes suddenly appeared apon the ground in a circle twenty metres in diametre. Along the edge of this circle a magical barrier that could only be broken by the most powerful of spells sprung up. Isolated from his allies John turned to face his adversary, A mage wrapped in expensive robes and had a platemail breastplate and a full face concealing helmet with a decrotive plume. Great John thought as his sword and hands where enveloped in dark purple and blue flames. I just got draged into a wizards duel OOCEDIT: By the way Im trying to drag out your fights so we give Bob enough time to join. So yeah, remember Bob still has yet to join. Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 17 2009, 11:55 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 17 2009, 11:29 PM Post #33 |
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"Hmm, is that it?" Jaw laughed as he thought. With a smile on his face, he went through the ground. Two pillars quickly moved up from the ground. Lauching the two mercs into the air. Jaw then summoned two tentacles, and use those to grab the two, while still in the air. He then made the tentacles pull themselves into the ground quickly, making the mercs hit the ground a bonecrushing speeds. He then repeated this several more times before have the tentacles spin around and release the mercs. Sending them flying in different directions. Jaw then returns to the surface. |
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| J0hn185 | Jan 18 2009, 12:37 AM Post #34 |
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OOC: WTF?? This RP shows to many or too overpowered characters, you can't possibly do that. Common, this takes the fun out completely. Think for a little bit, would a shaman or a mage cast a powerful ravaging elemental that could potentially destroy his own city? This looks more like WoW rather than the middle ages. |
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 18 2009, 11:33 AM Post #35 |
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OOC: Like he said, everyone will get a chance to be the GM, don't like the way he does it? Then STFU. Also, I'm enjoying what Immortal is doing, allows for alot of creativity, or are you all to close-minded and want what to do laid out for them in a perfect little path? IC: "Ah fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" Multak repeated after neither his melee nor fire worked, one of the beings of Wind started going berserker lightning shooting out of it, burning the place down. One of the bolts headed straight at Multak lifting his sword it took the electricity and it surged into his body. Think fast or you are going to die! thought Multak, he concentrated his will. Took a breath and stretched out both his arms towards the Wind elemental firing the lightning straight back at it. Panting he staggered, that required more power than he would have liked. He fell to the ground and staggered back to his feet slowly, just in time to see one of the Wind elementals combust. Thank goodness... momentarily forgetting about the others. That almost cost him dearly as he had just enough time to roll away from the earth elementals blow, but not without him making a gash in his side. Getting to his feet he saw the man he was previously fighting beside engaged in a battle of Magic with one of the summoners, he wanted to attack the summoner and put an end to this, but he was raised to respect the ways of a wizards duel continuing his battle with the elementals, praying to god someone would help. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 18 2009, 03:10 PM Post #36 |
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OOC: actually, my guy can melee the air elemental. Ki strike, remember? Delatton looked with annoyance at the results of his handiwork. "These guys really are amateurs. No self-respecting wizard would have a summons as flimsy as this one!" he thought as he enacted his elemental barrier and protection from outsider spells. As he had figured, the elemental's winds couldn't do crap to him thanks to the outsider protection, and his stoneskin kept himself from getting flayed by bits of gravel and dirt. Delatton then started pegging the thing with lightning balls that he summoned out of the air. As he expected, the air elemental let out a deafening roar of pain as the air inside him rapidly expanded and contracted due to the lightning. A few more and down it goes. Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Jan 23 2009, 11:41 PM.
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 18 2009, 10:05 PM Post #37 |
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Tigar was suddenly interrupted by a mad man with a mace. He broke the bar he was hiding behind, and redied for a strike against Tigar. Feeling angry, very very angry, Tigar lept under the mans blow, grabbed his neck, and ripped out its innards with his sharp teeth. As blood ran down Tigar's face, the taste of new blood drove him semi-primal. Tigar grabbed the mercenaries now decapitated head, and ran outside.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 24 2009, 01:36 AM Post #38 |
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OOC: Sorry for the wait everyone but I had exams. Tigar: Tigars head biting escapades did not go unnoticed by the rest of the mercenaries and they charged after him. Of course they where more then surprised to see several of there compatriots dead, an insane elemental, there leader locked inside an impervious magical dome doing battle with another magic user and the rest of there members doing battle with what could be honestly describe as the most random collection of entities they had ever seen. With several course battle cries this band of ragtag mercs charged out of the inn in a great swarm, content to avenge their fallen comrades. Delatton: The Berserk air elemental roared with pain but it was not done yet. It started to gather all its energies inside it body. Its form became incredibly less distinct; it started to look more like a sphere of clouds and lighting then an elemental. The clouds directly above it started to darken and swirl around. With one last roar a massive bolt of lightning came down from the clouds and struck the elemental and in a last ditch attempt it launched a concentrated blast of lightning at Delatton before exploding in a blast that floored anyone within ten metres of it. Multak: Unfortunaly no one was coming soon to help these way-word adventures, so they had better do there best to survive! As Multak finished with the elemental three mercenaries charged each armed with either a large axe, long sword and war hammer respectively and they looked like they where out for blood, Multaks blood to be specific. Jaw: One of the mercenaries hit a nearby tree, cracking his head open like a watermelon filled with brains and bits of skull. The other mercenary however landed a bit more softly. Getting to his feet he charged at Jaw, content to avenge his slain friend. IC: John wracked his brain, trying to remember all the details of a wizards duel while keeping a steady stream of spells to match that of the other magic user. He remembered that wizard’s duels locked the two combating magic users in a magical dome that could only be broken when the casting mage breaks the spell (thus if the casting mage loses the opponent will be forever trapped until the opponent expires) or a spell strong enough to break the circle is cast. Well I’m screwed John thought as he barely dodged a giant ice ball, sending several of the arrows lodged in him deeper into his body (though he didn't notice) before continuing his magical barrage on the enemy mage. I’m definitely having a bad day John thought. OOC: yes I know small but its 1:30 AM as I write this up. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 24 2009, 02:00 AM Post #39 |
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"Just like the training rooms at the citadel," thought Delatton as he flipped to the side as the lightning blast surged past him. What little bit of it hit him was completely absorbed by the elemental barrier, but he felt the heat of it sure enough. Coming to his feet after he was done dodging, he spotted a halfie getting accosted by a trio of salty looking dudes. He decided to lend a hand and executed a thrust-punch (Resident Evil 4 Albert Wesker style) on one, causing him to go flying back into the wall of the inn with tremendous force thanks to Delatton's augmented strength, pasting the guy's innards. The next one was the recipient of a jumping flip-kick that at the very least had knocked the guy out cold, but more likely had snapped his neck from the force of it. "You're welcome," he said to the half-elf as he took a running jump towards one of the mercenaries engaging the lizard-man, executing two "stairways to heaven" (repeatedly stomping on their faces and heads while the guy's still standing, naturally you have to jump to do this) on two of the assailants. He ended his acrobatic display by executing an air throw on another mercenary, tossing him with tremendous force into the wall of the inn, with predictable results (pasted innards and a very unhappy dead sucker). Edited by Kranford T. Butcher, Jan 24 2009, 01:29 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 24 2009, 11:00 PM Post #40 |
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As the merc charged at Jaw, Jaw charged up tainted magic into his hand. Waiting for the merc to get close enough to where Jaw was just barely out of his range before releasing it at his head. Just as Jaw was about to release the ball of tainted magic, lighting appeared and it just so happened to blind him for a second, and disspelling his tainted magic. "Shit!" He yelled while attempting to dodge the merc. The merc was able to cut Jaw's left cheek and part of his throat, making his jaw hang open. With pure rage in his eyes, he jumps back to give himself some distance, and engulfs himself in a shadow sphere. The sphere begins to change its appearance into a humanoid dragon with blood red eyes. Four tentacles appear from his back and grab the merc's arms and legs. Jaw flys high into the air, bringing the merc with him. Then pulls the merc toward him, grabs his chest, right where his heart is, and falls at full speed into the ground. Standing over the corpse, the shadow form falls off of Jaw with his wound now healed.
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| J0hn185 | Jan 24 2009, 11:52 PM Post #41 |
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O.O.C: this actions are BEFORE all of you meet. This is almost Irrelevant but I just can't appear out of nowhere. Tioler began his trip, to find his father and the secret of his people, the Ancient ones. The village and the surrounding country side was everything he knew. It was time. Feeling a little bit excited and scared, he bid farewell to his mother. Before the journey he got himself a map, where he would chart his journey and discoveries. Checked the inventory twice, had the enough tools to survive. He knew he couldn't carry food, and he would find it on his way. The walk from the village was awkward for him. For he knew that when he came back his mother would no longer be in this world, for she was human. After some hours of walking he found a creek, he decided to make camp. As he was quite hungry, he went for some hunting. The creek and the surrounding forest offered quite a sight. The greenest grass, tall pine trees, birds singing in a peaceful tone, after waiting some time he spotted a deer. Moving silently like a shadow, minding his steps for dry wood or for anything that might sound too loud to scare the beast. He got to a place where he could kill it. Loaded his bow and shot it with a silent discharge. The deer found a quick death, and Tiloer got meat for the journey. ... After some days of journey, Tiloer found no signs of Civilization. So he climbed to a tall hill. From there he was able to a grand port city. But something was wrong, he sensed strong magical powers emanating from an alight building pretty close to him. As he walked down, he saw what it seemed to be a battle. He was able to separate the two fighting groups, some humans, heavily armed. And a group of strange people... a lizardman, for what it seemed. Two elves, one much darker than the other one. Two humans, one seemed...dead. He noticed that one that was struggling against a raging human, but as one of the humans attacked the other, this one transformed into an ungodly monster, grab the human with one of the tentacles, flew and landed with him. He was astounded as he saw that, and decided to help this group. Grabbed his bow and started shooting against three mercs charging against an elf. -"First shot, second, third.Dead. He put away his bow and charged with his sword. |
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 26 2009, 08:13 PM Post #42 |
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Pushing off one of the mercenary's bodies, all three of them with arrows protruding from them. He lifted the arrows with Magic, cleansed them with Energy and floated them back to his savior. "Thanks" Spoke Multak "And your name is?" Realizing that there was no time for pleasantries, dashed off out of the inn, from the chaos and destruction that was inside. Only to be encountered worse outside. Out of the Frying Pan Into the Fire Multak was pushed back against the outside wall of the inn. The rest of the remaining mercenaries was standing there encompassing him. He was out-numbered, but in no way was he out-classed. These mercenaries had no experience in magic, and were just simple brutes to him. He had two choices, go back in the inn for reinforcements, and have the entire party of warriors cornered by the mercenaries, and risk damage by the wizard duel going on. Alternatively he could stay out here and fight, prolonging the inevitable and buying the others more time to rally and fight back. In his eyes he chose the easy option. Rising stones from the earth, he pushed stones through 3 of the mercenaries heads. Incapacitating them immediately. Others rushed him, he set flames straight through the chest of one and drew his sword. One. Two. Three. Dropped dead. One last rushed him with a Longsword, fighting back, parrying blow after blow, looking for the perfect gap to slice. The mercenary went to lunge at Multak, he easily parried the blow to the side bringing his sword up in one swift motion and decapitating the mercenary. "Warriors far greater than I, Mages with the powers to change the tides of the sea, and control the rush of the air are inside these walls. Do you wish to trifle with beings such as these? DO YOU!?" After waiting what seemed like a minute, Multak wasn't sure whether the mercenaries were deciding on fleeing, attacking, or meeting reinforcements and he smuggishly said "Are you guys done thinking? Or should I heat up a snack?" Edited by mckinnon94, Jan 26 2009, 08:14 PM.
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| EmperorBobV | Jan 26 2009, 11:03 PM Post #43 |
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The previous night (the 8th of April): Late that night, Jean and the merchant reached their destination, the port city of Rema. "Thank you sir. I wish you luck on your travels" Jean said before leaving the merchant. Jean had been planning on going to the tavern in the hope of collecting more information, but the ride with the merchant had taken much longer than he expected, and it was past midnight, so he decided to get some sleep. Jean went into a nearby inn (OOC: Not the one where the battle is taking place at), and payed for a room. Before he went to sleep, he added an entry into his log book... --- Jean awoke the next morning to a loud scream. He sat up quickly, fearing that he had been the cause. He looked around and noticed nothing out of order. Hoping to hear anything that might explain the scream, he realized it was raining out. After a few minutes and being unable to discern anything more from the voices, Jean cast spell on himself to dispel the rain (OOC: 'Cuz walking around drenched isn't anymore fun for an Inquisitor then it is for anyone else), and quickly made his way outside of the inn in time to see a group of people run past, shouting something about an elf and a guy with glowing eyes...Jean saw a pillar of smoke rising in the distance. Duty calls...I guess I'll have to put off my quest for a little longer... Jean thought to himself as he headed for the other inn. As he got closer, he saw the three elementals, two air and one earth Just my luck...now I have to deal with those monstrosities.... He began to sprint toward the battlefield, hoping to get there before the elementals caused too much damage. He hadn't made it far when one of the elementals seemed to grow, getting darker and throwing lightning wildly. What's this? he asked himself. Before he could reach the battlefield, the three elementals disappeared, one by one. The earth elemental went first, exploding into chunks of flaming rock. Looks like a fun fight... the voice called out suddenly. Great... The large air elemental went next, exploding from what seemed to be it's own bolt of lightning cast back on it. Let me out Jean, I want to play. the voice said gleefully. Jean ignored the voice, and continued toward the battle. The third elemental began to expand and suddenly there the bright flash of a massive lightning bolt, followed by the explosion of the elemental. The destruction of the three elementals only made Jean move faster, because only people of great power would have been able to take them down so quickly, and there was no telling which side those people were on. Jean, you can't hope to keep me locked away inside your head forever. Just give up now and save us both the hassle. Again, Jean just ignored the voice. Jean was close enough now to pick out the combatants. It looked like there were two human mages facing off, and an assortment of other creatures facing a much larger group of armored human soldiers or mercenaries, along with a fairly large number of dead bodies lying around. At least it doesn't look like there's a necromancer in either party... Jean thought to himself, still ignoring the taunting voice in his head. Yes...Lucky you. Oh wait, you're already fighting a necromancer. And losing terribly. the voice sneered. Suddenly, one of the mages put up a barrier around the two of them, presumably because he felt he had the advantage in a one on one duel. Once again, Jean increased his pace, relying on divine magic to keep his legs from tiring. Jean finally reached the inn as a new combatant joined the fray. This one looked human, but was clearly on the same side as the two elves, the lizard, the shade, and the undead mage. One of the elves yelled something, but Jean didn't pick it up. He was too distracted by the voice, the new combatant, and the two dueling mages to pay much attention to the elf. Jean continued on to the center of the battlefield. "HALT," he bellowed, dispelling the magical barrier and all the other magical effects in the area, including his rain displacement spell. "I am Inquisitor Jean LeMaistre. Now, who is going to tell me what is going on here?" |
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| Jaw096 | Jan 26 2009, 11:30 PM Post #44 |
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Jaw looked over to see who was wanting to know what was going on. "Isn't it obvious?!" he thought. Making his way to Jean, so he can answer his question, Jaw gets one of the mercs attention. As the merc tried to decapitate Jaw, Jaw quickly ducked, summoned a double bladed shadow sword, stabbed the merc in the gut, and cut him open. Jaw then walked right up to Jean and simply said, "A war!" Jaw then turned around, headed to the nearest merc, and summoned spikes from underneath him. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 27 2009, 05:58 PM Post #45 |
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The Count
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"Isn't it obvious? Somebody spiked the drinks, and now the bastards gotta pay!" roared Delatton as he executed a three-hit combo on the nearest mercenary with his tonfa, cracking the fool's skull open before finally sending him into the wall with a hit to the sternum. Another merc attempted to hit him from behind and bash him with a mace. Delatton spun around, managing to block the weapon with his sai. The only problem with that is that the force of the blow still knocked him back and off balance. "Oh hell!" thought Delatton as the guy moved in for the kill, "but he's too confident, he thinks I have no surprises left. What a fool he is..." Delatton indeed had a surprise left; as the merc came running at him to deliver a crushing blow to the head, the monk dropped to the ground and tripped the guy up with a leg scissor takedown, knocking him face-first into the ground. Delatton hopped to his feet, elbowed a mercenary behind him, and jump-stomped the guy he had knocked to the ground, crushing the guy's head. Delatton quickly surveyed the situation around him, taking a look to see how many more of these misbegotten fools there were that had tried to spoil his day. |
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 27 2009, 06:25 PM Post #46 |
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Tigar quickly ran out of the inn, as he was chased by the mercenaries. Running around everyone else fighting as fast as possible seemed to have them focus their attention on less swift prey. As Tigar quickly ran in circles, he was caught up with by one of the mercenaries. As the mercenary swung his sword, Tigar quickly ducked under it, and grabbed the sword out from under him. As he threw the sword away, he picked up the mercenary by his throat, and lifted him a foot in the air. As he did this, Tigar felt the rain on him cease. As he looked around, he saw someone as he yelled out that he was an inquisitor, and inquired as to what everyone was doing. He also yelled STOP!!! Tigar turned to the mercenary, punched his nose and let him fall over. "Well, I'm currently fighting for my life because the mean zombie person had to explode the innkeeper. Then that dark-elf just had to burn those mercenaries, and make those elementals blow up. Then those random other people showed up and unquestionably joined in fighting the people like some sort of children's game. Also, I am Tigar." |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 27 2009, 08:34 PM Post #47 |
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OOC: you know I havn't exactly made it obvious that my charecters undead. Just able to function with several arrows lodged in my charecter. Multak: Just as Multak finished his sentence a Merc swung a broadsword at his head, hoping to rend said head from Multaks shoulders. Jean: Jeans voice was not heard by the mercs who continued there attack. However the sudden appearance of anouther stranger attracted the attention of one merc with a warhammer, who with a hoarse battle cry charged at Jean, who blinded by bloodlust could not defrentiate friend from foe, Jaw: The merc Jaw had summoned spikes under dodged out of the way and avoided being impaled. The Merc then rolled to his feet and with axe in hand charged at Jaw. Delatton: Though the mercenary he had elbowed was winded he was not down for the count. Mustering his strength he (with a dagger in hand) tackled Delatton (before anyone complains he rolled a 20), knocking Delatton to the ground and raising his dagger high into the air like a priest of old, prepared to purge this foul demon-spawn elf from the world. Tigar: Delatton wasn't the only one who was tackled, as Tigar found out when one merc jumped on his back and tryed to stab him with a knife while anouther charged him with a halbread. EDIT: Tioler: After Tioler had shot off his arrows he of course attracted the attention of several of the mercs. One Merc in particular, armed with a heavy mace, charged at Tioler, ready to smash Tioler into a chunky paste. Event: The mercs knew there was only a short amount of time before the battle was decided and frankly it wasn't going in there favour. With one move born out of desperation the remaining mercs charged this group of strangers. Hoping that this desperate act will tip the scales in there favour. IC: John dodged anouther Ice ball and returned the favour in kind with a fireball. The enemy mage waved a hand and a barrier blocked the fire ball. The mage suddenly held both hands out in front of him and started chanting anchient words that did not seem to fit the human tongue. A beam of bright light suddenly shot out and would have hit John had he not put up a barrier. The force of the spell did force him back a few feet, almost making him hit the magical dome, which would have been a bad idea. Even for him. The enemy mage however was not content with just knocking back his combatent just a few feet, oh no. He started chanting even more feverishly, the power of his magical beam of light now being added by both bolts of lightning shooting from his fingure tips and magical missles shooting up from the ground around him, orbiting there creater before shooting out towards John. Yet John was not beat. With almost disturbing casual gestures he too pointed both hands at the enemy mage and started chanting spells, one after the other. yet he did it much more quietly, as almost as if he was trying to remember the words from a book or a quote. Suddenly Jets of black flame shot out from Johns hands, meeting the Mages energy beam in mid-air. Bolts of red lightning encircled John and then suddeny arced towards the magic missles, exploding them long before they got to John. The Mage relizing the danger of this new spell focused all his magical energies into his energy beam yet as he did the flames seemed to intensify. They started spreading down the energy beam like how normal flames would, consuming it like wood. The flames started to draw closer and closer to the mage, panic started to appear in his eyes, but he continued his spell, desperatly trying to win this magical tug of war. However it was obvious the end was nearWHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY FWOOSH?!? John screamed in his head. All of the sudden his flames, the beam, the barrier, ALL MAGIC HAD DISAPPEARED! John looked around for the cause of this fun ruiner and saw a new guy show up and started screaming for everyone to stop before he was attacked by a guy with a warhammer. John turned back to the enemy mage, who had overcome his surprise at his good fortune, had drawn his blade (It was a long sword). John Picked up his bastard sword (he had dropped it in all the excitment) and the two mages started circling each other, hoping to find a weakness in the others swordsmenship. All of a sudden they charged at each other, sparks flying as steel met steel. Both backed off then struck again, repeating the exchange time and time again. Blades whirled and John bearly missed a blow which almost got himself beheaded. The two mages, tired of these constant parries lunged at each other, neither missed. As both mages slumped, there blades through the others chest, John looked into the eyes of his combatents eyes and laughed at this mages stupidty. As he laughed his scarf fell from his face, revealing his hallowed cheeks, yellowed teeth and overall very dead looking appearance. The enemy mage looked on in surprise and managed to gurgle over the blood pouring from his mouth "Who...What are you?" "Im ADeadMan." John replied. "Really?" The mage asked. "No, Im John. Wanna be best friends?!" Before the enemy mage could respond however John wrenched his sword into the sky, cutting through the man like butter. As Fountains of blood sprouted from the body John Kicked the dead mage over and pulling the mages sword out of his chest and tossing it away John said; "Some friendships are just not meant to last." Edited by Immortalblade, Jan 28 2009, 02:16 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 27 2009, 09:21 PM Post #48 |
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"Hmm, you have amazingly quick reflexes," Jaw thought as he began to wonder how he was going to take down this guy. Jaw then waited for the merc to get 5 feet away from him before using the guy as an experiment. Once within range, Jaw turned the ground the merc was running on into a sticky substance, something that wouldn't let go. The merc tried to cut it, but once he hit it with the axe, it wouldn't let go of it. With the merc now immobile, Jaw summoned a net that completely surround the merc. The net formed a complete sphere. The merc screamed in pain for minutes before he stopped screaming. Jaw released the merc from the net. The merc had now become what Jaw was except he had no control over his actions. Jaw commanded the merc to attack the other mercs. |
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 27 2009, 10:23 PM Post #49 |
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The Count
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"Damn this fucker's tough. They usually go down easier," thought Delatton as he hit the ground with a thump. "Sorry bub," he said to his would-be slayer as he gave him a flurry of punches to the solar plexus, "but it's the wrong time, wrong place, and you're the wrong face." The wind was knocked out of the mercenary again (and knocked dizzy by the sudden release of ki energy that had accompanied it), causing him to drop the dagger and fall to the side. It was then a simple matter for the drow elf to reverse positions with his foe, hopping onto his chest so that the man's arms were pinned. Delatton pulled out his scarring dagger, stunned his foe with a palm strike to the head, and gave the man a quick glasgow smile before hopping up and kicking him in the chest, hard. The dark elf looked with glee as the disfigured man writhed around in pain on the grass, his mouth pouring blood. Delatton then finished him off by slitting the man's throat with his own dagger. |
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| EmperorBobV | Jan 27 2009, 10:32 PM Post #50 |
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Jean saw the shade making his way toward him, and turned to face him, expecting a fight. He quickly cast a magic armor spell just in case. But when the shade reached him, he gave a completely unhelpful answer to the question, and turned away. What a shame. Would have been a fun fight. I guess there isn't much point in trying to quiet you so I can concentrate? Jean replied. Oh, of course. What was I thinking. Go ahead, concentrate. The voice said sarcastically, Oh, and while you're at it, give me control...or at least let me kill our friend with the warhammer. Jean hadn't even noticed the merc with the warhammer coming at him. How did I miss him? Jean thought as he stepped out of the way of the merc, bringing his staff down on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious (OOC: Jean is avoiding killing till he gets more information). Finish him you coward. Jean heard both the lizard and one of the elves yell answers to his question. Of the two he decided it would be easier to get information from the lizard. Jean looked around to be sure no one else was heading toward him, before preparing a teleportation spell (OOC: Kind of makes you wonder why he ran the whole way here doesn't it?). It didn't take long, due to how short of a distance he was traveling. Jean faded away and reappeared next to Tigar (OOC:who was like 25 feet away...). That may have been one of the biggest wastes of power I've ever seen...Nice to know I'm rubbing off on you Ignoring the voice, Jean *removed* the merc from Tigar's back, tossing him at another advancing merc. Before more could try a similar strategy, Jean threw up a barrier behind himself and Tigar. "So, can you explain to me what's going on here?" Edited by EmperorBobV, Jan 27 2009, 10:42 PM.
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| Jaw096 | Jan 27 2009, 11:08 PM Post #51 |
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EDIT: Sorry, about that. I won't try to do it again.
Edited by Jaw096, Jan 29 2009, 05:39 PM.
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| Immortalblade | Jan 28 2009, 01:47 PM Post #52 |
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OOC: Jaw for the love of..... Please do not do two posts per update, only one. You still do not know if you are succesful in anything you do yet. |
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| Sintrion | Jan 28 2009, 02:37 PM Post #53 |
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Overlord of the Underworld
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"... And to think that, at one time, I had hope for this pathetic sprawl." Every vantage point possible had already been scouted, and by the time combat had started, Xunaere was already at the highest possible point he could find. he stood atop the tavern's top floor, staring straight down at those engaged in battle with his usual cold look. He'd assessed the potential for danger in each one, finding that while the mercenaries (he'd assumed) had the greater number, those they were attacking held the greatest potential for victory. It was... Marvelous, almost. One specifically, the Juggernaut of a man who could still breathe with multiple arrows lodged in to his body, had caught his eyes much more so than the others. But contemplation is a waste of time if not used. It was the teachings of his deceased mentor, and the words burned in his mind each and every day. They'd saved his life countless times; now, they would do the same. (Activate Quick-Draw Taught Ability / Feat) Xunaere's blades came in to his hands at such speeds as to cause his arms to appear as blurs, using the enchantments upon his large leather boots to bound off of the tavern's rooftop in a backwards swan-dive flip with his arms spread wide and legs locked together. His descent from the sky was companied by an oddly well-timed screech of a Chicken Hawk off in the distance, flipping around once to land with his saber aimed directly downwards. The mercenary Jean had subsequently tossed off of Tigar's back was his target, and the rate at which he fell combined with the force of his thrusting, magically-hardened adamantine dagger could, in all probability, punch through any armor the man happened to be wearing. The trick was recovering from the fall (though, he was safe from much of the impact and harm, being cushioned by not only the mercenary himself, but the enchantment upon his boots) quickly enough to set up a guard for any opposing retaliation. OOC: I hope I've not conflicted with anything set-up by doing this. |
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| mckinnon94 | Jan 28 2009, 04:37 PM Post #54 |
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One merc accepted the challenge and swung the mace at Multak's head, bending back, the mace missed and dropping to the floor Multak sweeped the mercenaries legs. Making a small gash in the marines arm, he leaned over till they were face to face "Just a hint, you may want to run away now." getting off the mercenary Multak watched him flee the scene, but not without his own souvenir of the fight that he will carry forever. After he was done fighting his body started to sting, all the places were there were cuts, bruises, slices, gashes all hurt tremendously. Multak bent over onto his knee and pumped magic from his hands into these wounds to dull the pain. |
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| Chrome | Jan 28 2009, 08:59 PM Post #55 |
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Issam moved through the city, using the rain that was falling to help move quickly. In the distance, he saw an orange glow through the pouring rain. He jumped onto the wall of a nearby building and scaled it, then jumped from building to building until he was able to see the building on fire, an inn. There were mercs inside and around the inn. Though he was unsure why it had not been abandoned yet. Even with the rain, it was obvious that it was going to collapse soon. He wondered why those inside did had not left. He slid down the side of the building he was on and crept forward. He ducked down to keep himself hidden in the rain, and peered forward. He saw a magic duel arena. Where there was one mage, there were usually several. He saw an inquisitor toss a merc away from himself and into another. He then brought up a barrier to protect himself and a lizard man whom the inquisitor seemed to be questioning him. Issam moved forward slowly towards the two. He drew his hidden blade, then to conceal himself, stabbed the two mercs that the inquisitor had tossed aside, puncturing the first man's lung to keep him from screaming, and did the same to the second, gently laying each on the ground to make as little noise as possible, and with the falling rain and the crackling of the burning in was made much easier. Still keeping to the shadows, he moved away from the now two dead men, and around, keeping just out of sight, but close enough for him to hear the conversation between the two inside the shield. (OOC: I hope that's okay.) |
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| J0hn185 | Jan 28 2009, 09:55 PM Post #56 |
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As Tiloer charged with his sword he rapidly noticed a huge merc charging at him. He knew he couldn't beat him in a charge. so he ran quickly. He spotted a merc with a pike. He quickly killed him by the back. Took his pike and waited for the merc. As it was slowly coming his way he waited for the right time. The merc, in an outgoing rage just kept coming, and when it was just a few feet away he jumped to kill Tiloer. Before the it could react, he was already stabbed by the pike, hanging in the middle, making a slow, painful death. The screams of the merc where a pity, cause he didn't want to kill him. As he was dieing Tioler killed him so he wouldn't suffer anymore. As he realised, another had joined the battle, he didn't had time to observe the newcomer. Just as long they don't try to stab me it's ok. Out of nowhere another merc was charging, he didn't hesitate, and quickly beheaded him with his long-sword. These are no match, they are just payed militia. This is wrong. |
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| cah318ery7 | Jan 28 2009, 10:04 PM Post #57 |
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Tigar looked in awe as the new person teleported 25 feet and took care of two mercs advancing on him. The stranger then put up a barrier and asked him to explain everything again. Tigar took a deep breath and spoke. "Well, I walked into an inn, and there was this guy that made this noble run away, then he blew up an innkeeper with his hands, and torched the inside of the inn and some mean people. Then that dark elf destroyed two giant things made of clay, and these random people started helping us battle these mercenary like people. Then you came and yelled and am listening to me. At least, I hope you are." As Tigar spoke, he observed a shadow pierce the mercenaries that were thrown on the ground, killing them. |
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| Immortalblade | Jan 29 2009, 04:49 PM Post #58 |
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OOC:Ill be handling some of you in groups because the fight will probably be over soon judging by the rate you are all going at. Anyways yeah fight will be over soon. Jaw: Jaws Puppet did not last long, being quickly killed by an arrow through the brain. Before Jaw could make any reaction however his legs where knocked out from under him by a merc with a spear. The merc raised his spear, ready to impale Jaw on it. Delatton: Two mercs, one armed with a sword the other with a crossbow (the same crossbow that killed Jaws puppet) noticed Delatton's bit of fun and prompltly charged and opened fire on him, ready to avenge there fallen comrade. Xunaere: Unfortunaly the mercenary had preaty quick reflexs and rolled to his feet before Xunaere could get near. As Xunaere fell towards the spot where the mercenary had been the now currently very pissed off merc pulled out his broadsword and prepared a swing towards the spot where the mercenary believed Xunaere head would be! Multak: Unfortuanly the merc who Multak had scared off was only running off to get friends. With a dagger in hand and one of his fellow mercs with a double-bladed axe behind him, he charged at the injured Multak, No thought of ever surrendering to these adventures ever crossing there minds. Tiloer: Of course the Mercenaries where not helping Tiloer in his peaceful thoughts. As Tiloer thought about the moral right about killing these mercs, a mercenary pulled out a matchlock pistol and took aim at Tiloer's head! Issam, Tigar, Jean: Issam had better work on his entries because his actions and the apperant ease at which Tigar and Jean where talking in the middle of a battle certainly garnered the attention of five remaining mercs, two armed with long swords, one with a mace and two with crossbows all charged and opened fire respectivly. As the two long sword equiped mercs moved in to kill Issam, the mace merc and two crossbowman started hammering away at the barrier. If nothing is done soon the barrier will disappear. Event: There are only the mercenaries in this post who are currently still alive. All others are dead. Whatever your actions by the next post the fight will be over. OCC: Short post is short. Next update, as always, will come after you all post. |
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| Sintrion | Jan 29 2009, 05:29 PM Post #59 |
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Overlord of the Underworld
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There was a very good chance luck was on his side, but at the moment, he didn't seem to hold much care for those thoughts. Already in the correct position, the moment the Mercenary had moved away and come to his feet, Xunaere had pitched forwards and rolled out of the way, quickly coming up on to his feet with his saber striking upwards in a quick, horizontal slash that cut deeply in to the underside of the mercenary's left arm. Using his new-found grip, he pulled, the serrated edge of the blade carving in to the bone and giving him a firm lock upon the man's body to pull himself up with. Just as he came forwards, he spun around the mercenary's back, a tactical maneuver done to avoid any oncoming retaliation during face-to-face melee combat, his knife swinging in to a reversed grip as he brought it around and downwards in a wide arch, the weapon lodging itself deeply in to the upper portion of the man's right shoulder. The position was perfect; he brought his saber-arm upwards, twisting it as well in to a reversed grip that brought the man's arm up and over his head, twisted and bent at an odd angle. A shift of his weight and a quick pitch forwards brought the man from his feet and on to his back. Balanced on one foot, he used his Tiefling-granted flexibility to draw his foot backwards, and thus upwards, in a scorpion kick that struck the back-most portion of the mercenary's groin, extra kicking power sending the human flying over his back and through the air like some form of rag doll. The pain for him didn't end there, however; the action of flipping the man over Xunaere's body had caused extra damage that would be incredibly painful and possibly scar him for life. Not only did the dagger drain the mercenary's life force, but it cut forwards and out with the act of flipping, carving straight through the man's collar bone and thus exiting out of the right-most portion of his chest. His serrated saber had caused similar damage, save to the man's arm, shredding clean through the bone and severing the man's hand off a few inches below the elbow. A brutal yet efficient form of swordplay, indeed. Edited by Sintrion, Jan 29 2009, 05:32 PM.
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| Kranford T. Butcher | Jan 29 2009, 07:38 PM Post #60 |
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The Count
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"Oooh, now it becomes a threesome!" thought Delatton as he snapped his fingers, activating a spell sequencer consisting of a strength-enhancing spell and a charge of stoneskin. He had activated it in the nick of time as the crossbow bolt simply bounced off of his forehead as the mercenary with the sword came charging in. The drow elf drew his sai and caught the human's sword with the prongs as he tried to slash down on Delatton's head. A quick arm movement disarmed the man, and was promptly followed by a spinning kick that tore the man's head right off. Another kick soon followed that launched the new corpse at the crossbowman. The human dodged, but was off-balance, giving Delatton the opportunity to run up to him and knee him in the face, shattering his nose and knocking him back ten feet. The drow elf finally walked up to the hapless foe, got him on his knees while he was stunned, and rather ceremoniously snapped his foe's neck, letting out a roar of exultation as he did so. |
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