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| The Karlminion | Apr 8 2011, 04:58 PM Post #21 |
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180-proof Redneck
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It wasn't until Alba had saved his life that Illyrian looked around and noticed Roarke was no longer with them; fearing the worst he stood up and looked around more closely, and saw the Bleigock had a new set of body parts roiling around inside it. "That... is not a worthy end," he muttered, managing to not be sick. "Not for a man like him." He glanced aside, at the girl who had saved him from another unworthy end. "Thank you, Miss Alba," and he bowed briefly. He regarded his three companions, taking stock of the situation. They were all bolstered and most of the enemy was weakened, save the continued swarm that seemed to be abating momentarily. He heard Bear muttering something; following his gaze he beheld the Admiral de Loco waving his arms about and laughing. The sight threatened to make him sick again, but he mastered himself for a second time. "This will not do, we must be at our maximum proficiency," the Black Mage declared. "Gather 'round, you lot," and he swept his hand through the air, up and down, muttering 'Sacrum' as he did so. Green fog swirled briefly about the four of them, healing their injuries and dispelling whatever disquiet their minds came up with, leaving them healthy and focused once again. "With the Admiral about I have no doubt things will soon take a drastic turn for the worse," Illyrian explained. "We should remain together until this happens; if we split up again the soldiers may separate us too far, and we would be unprepared for whatever that maniac has up his sleeve. Strength in numbers, after all." He turned and regarded the swarm of guardsmen, preoccupied by the monster and by the straggling Lower Valuans. "I have an idea," he said to himself, raising his dagger; the Purple Moonstone in the hilt began flashing as power built up within, illuminating the area around them in cold purple light. "I would much rather be left alone for a few minutes, so we must distract our enemies further. And what better way than to have them fight amongst themselves?" Once the 'stone was bright and cold enough for him (in other words, once frost was beginning to wrap its way down his sleeve), he brought the weapon down in a fierce slash, unleashing the energies in the Moonstone in a swift cloudy wave upon the Valuan soldiers and guards. It swept in a wide arc about the arena, somehow missing the Lower Valuans and engulfing every last armored foe; as it passed the afflicted ones paused, stared at each other, and then chaos ensued as the Panika spell took effect. Some of the men simply dropped their weapons and fled the scene, screaming about bats or wargs or whatever nightmares now plagued them in their mind's eye; others roared to the Yellow Moon and charged their own comrades, hacking indiscriminately at their imagined enemies. Still others ganged up and charged the Bleigock with their bare hands, a suicidal tactic if ever there was one, and for the most part they got swallowed up for their trouble; but the thing was driven away from the four resistors, which was all to the good. "That's that," Illyrian said in a satisfied tone of voice. "Now that we have a minute or so, we can have proper introductions." He bowed formally, but quickly; reprieve or not, one still had to stay on one's toes in situations like this. "I am Illyrian Fortunos Telcondera, second-most powerful of the Most High and Noble House Telcondera, by trade a mercenary and battlemage. No doubt you have heard of me." That taken care of he observed his comrades expectantly, waiting for their own names and qualifications, while keeping one eye on the chaos surrounding them and waiting for de Loco to do whatever he planned on doing. Then again it was just as likely he had only come by to see and didn't plan on intervening, but Illyrian wasn't about to relax his guard either way. |
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| Daiohma | Apr 9 2011, 01:03 PM Post #22 |
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The Ice Fang
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Captian Daiohma stood there with the other three fighters. The man who was clearly from the Valuan capital was casting a panika spell. With all the confusion of the Valuan guards now fighting each other and running about as if being chased by their own monsters, now was a good time to take in what was happening and who these people are. Daiohma took note that there where only four of them, yet he was sure that he had seen one other. Looking around he noticed the Bleigock in the area the fifth man was at. He knew the creature was the one most likely responsible for the missing member. Now however was not the time to grieve fallen allies. Looking over at the other three, he glanced at the huge viking. Daiohma recalled the Viking giving his name as Bear. A Blue Rogue, his reasons for fighting must of been to save the other Rouges that had long since escaped. The other two in the party where clearly Valuan, upper Valuan in fact. The man seemed to be a mage, casting spells a lot of the time. As a Captain in the Valuan Armada, Daiohma had heard stories of the Telcondera family. Said to be very powerful with magic. Could this man be one of them? The young girl who was also from upper Valua seemed to be a little worried, Daiohma could not understand why she would fight. She clearly had her own reasons. The four of them seemed to have a moment of peace as the confused guards around the colosseum battled each other and caused panic around themselves. The mage then started to talk to the group. "That's that," Said the Mage, "Now that we have a minute or so, we can have proper introductions." Introductions? Daiohma felt his heart race. Was it not clear who he was? A captain of the Valuan Armada. Does he tell them this? What would they think? As a Valuan Captain he had been responsible for sinking many pirate ships in his time. Its only in the last few month he has started to understand the difference between the two types of pirates that sail the skies. Was it his fault? He had never been outside of Valua before he joined the Armada, he was taught that all pirate are the same. "I am Illyrian Fortunos Telcondera, second-most powerful of the Most High and Noble House Telcondera, by trade a mercenary and battlemage. No doubt you have heard of me." Telcondera! The name rang in Daiohma's head. Why would he be fighting against Valua? Again Daiohma only knew what he was told by the Armada, but these past few months he has started to question the Armada and their ways. Most likely the reason he was now fighting them with this odd group. Daiohma stood to attention, feet together and arms by his side. He raised his hand and saluted. ''Captain Maku Daioh of the 2nd research fleet.'' He lowered his hand and gave a quick smile, ''but you may call me Daiohma'' Daiohma looked away from the group only for a moment to collect his thoughts. ''I maybe a captain of the Armada, but not all of us agree with everything the Armada does, Lower Valuans are still people of Valua.'' He looked at Illyrian and the girl, ''I have to thank you for your help here.'' Daiohma looked over at Bear, '' Thank you for your help too, pirate.'' As he was talking to the group Daiohma had someone else in his sight, in the corner of his eye he could see Admiral de Loco. ''What are you up to this time'' He said to himself under his breath. The captain took a deep breath and saluted again. ''I will assist you all in this battle, I will accept my punishment based on my own actions from the Armada.'' |
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| Raiu | Apr 11 2011, 08:57 PM Post #23 |
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"Your welcome Ser Telcondera." She nodded at the two men, the barbarian of a man calling himself Bear (How approprate) while the man in Officer's Regula gave them the chance to refer to him as Daiohma. He seemed to be about Alihandro's age... "I am Alba Beatriz Adelina, soon to be Alba Adelina de Rodrigo." The young woman shivvered slightly as she saw Illyrian cast a powerful Panika spell over the soldiers which seemed to leave one out of every ten of them still standing. That scared her. Before she could say a word about that sight, however, her attention was drawn (as well as her blood chilled) by an insane cackleing laugh. She turned and, sure as there is lightning in the capital, there was Admiral De Loco, laughing like the mad green haired, fish bowl headed miget that he was, as he looked at the Belgock. Something about the creature drew her eye and immedately she wished that she hadn't looked. The armor, weapon and bones of the missing man of their group were settleing in the gullet of the beast. She looked away before she could see much more but it looked like there were still strips of flesh. She shook off that gruesome image as well as the spike of grief that threatened to spear her heart. "We should leave. Knowing Admiral De Loco, we do not want to be here when what he is thinking happens." She sighed and adjusted her grip on her sword, ready to slash, parray and stab her way out. Edited by Raiu, Apr 12 2011, 12:29 AM.
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| Jet Blackbeard | Apr 14 2011, 05:12 PM Post #24 |
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aka Bear
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(OOC - This begins the second stage of the event. Now the Boss Battle truly begins. Keep in mind that the objective here is to survive until the third stage. Be creative with your responses and try to roll with the punches.) "Bear. I'm a Blue Rogue." The Viking stated simply as his introduction. The small group he now found himself in seemed to be a fairly skilled one. Two warriors backed up by a pair of mages would give them a strong mix of physical and magical attacks to employ against whatever threat awaited them. And thanks to Illyrian's healing spell they were all in good shape to deal with it now. The Bleigock's path of destruction continued unchallenged as the addled Valuans milled about it in a confused herd. Soldiers and citizens alike struck out at one another almost at random while others simply chose to escape in whatever direction their beleaguered minds reckoned would lead them to safety. In either case the sewer-spawned monstrocity was eating its fill from their ranks with little or no offense being offered in return. "Maybe we should do something about that thing." Bear suggested. To his mind being devoured by the creature was a fate that not even his enemies deserved. The people of Lower City certainly didnt and Bear made the decision to lend them his aid. Bear turned back and began circling around to attack the Bleigock from the rear. But before the Viking could make his move the large set of double doors that led out into the street in front of the Coliseum swung open. The tunnel beyond was cloaked in shadows but a low rumbling sound could clearly be heard echoing from within. Bear paused for a moment, straining to see into the gloom. Suddenly the darkness was lit up, if only for a second, as a loud clap of thunder boomed within the tunnel. Bear recognized the sound easily. "A cannon?" He gasped, throwing himself to the ground. Suddenly the Bleigock's sacklike body exploded in a shower of gore. Stomach acid, blood and the half-dissolved corpse of Roarke Blackfire splattered down upon the ground, forming several malodorous puddles and splashing Bear's back with ichor. Then, the sound of maniacal laughter broke in, drowning out the rumbling noise. It seemed that Admiral Deloco was about to join the party. ~ From out of the tunnel rolled a mechanical monstrocity that could only be described as a fusion of an armored soldier and a tank. The machine's upper half did indeed favor a human warrior, save for its massive size. It was armored in oversized plate mail and carried a spike-studded mace of epic proportions in its right hand. Tendrils of smoke curled from the wrist of its left arm and, upon closer inspection, it appeared that a small cannon had been integrated into its construction. Sitting squarely atop the shoulders was a great crested helm. A pair of brightly glowing orbs burned from its depths. Below the waist the machine appeared to be nothing so much as a small tank. Even now it rumbled forward on a pair of triangular threads turned from within by a powerful engine. Smoke stacks mounted at its rear belched black smoke into the air and the same rumbling noise that had been heard before issued forth from within its frame. Mounted out in front of the tank treads was a solid impact guard studded with lethal spikes. As the surprised group looked on the machine rolled forward, crushing the Bleigock's (and Roarke's) remains beneath its treads. It came to a halt a short distance away and a square speaker that protruded from its breastplate crackled to life. "Ahem, testing....testing. Ah! Ah hahahahahaaaa!!! I was ordered by Her Majesty to deal with your petty little uprising but I suppose I should be thanking you instead!" The voice of Admiral Deloco echoed from the speaker. "You see, this is the perfect way to test my latest invention and I've decided that you fools are going to have the honor of assisting me!" Without warning the machine's right arm rose and fell, digging a deep hole in the space that Bear had been occupying only a couple of seconds earlier. The Viking rolled aside, narrowly avoiding an attack that would have crushed him flat had it connected. "Gyahahahahaaa! That's the spirit! Give my new Gladiator a good workout!" Deloco's voice cackled again. "What better way to work out the bugs than to squash all of YOU like bugs?" Bear quickly surmised from the size and shape of the Gladiator that Deloco was not actually inside of it. More likely he was controlling it remotely from somewhere else. His estimations were cut short as the machine's left arm also rose. The mighty cannon housed within that arm had blasted the Bleigock to pieces with a single shot. Now it was being pointed directly at the other three members of the group. "Aaaaaand......FIRE!" Deloco barked through the speaker. With a flash of light and clap of thunder a second cannonball was unleashed. It sped unerringly through the air, colliding with the ground in the midst of the trio. A half second later it exploded. Edited by Jet Blackbeard, Apr 14 2011, 05:28 PM.
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| The Karlminion | Apr 15 2011, 04:30 PM Post #25 |
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180-proof Redneck
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Illyrian nodded as each of them introduced themselves, and a rare smile crossed his face. Not a smirk or a sneer, but a genuine smile; it briefly highlighted the fact that he was actually quite handsome, in a dark sort of way. "The honor is mine, I'm sure," he replied with a nod of his head, "to oppose oppression alongside brave ones like yourselves." He thought about how corny that just sounded, and looked away toward the Bleigock; Bear was right, perhaps they should do something about that... Until something was done about it for them, at least. "Aw, no Executioner?" the sorcerer grumbled. "It's always the Royal Beheader that the heroic pirates fight after rescuing their friends and finding the girl... stupid Deloco, screwing with the rules of narrative." He watched as the hideous machine rumbled into sight, coughing and belching smoke and making a most hideous racket; truly the Admiral was quite off his rocker, to have devised something like this just to take out four people and their mini-rebellion. Although the usual Valuan trick of throwing bodies at the problem had failed spectacularly, in this particular instance; remembering that, Illyrian stooped down and wiped his dagger clean on the robes of a fallen Spell Warden, while Deloco was still ranting and raving about how they were all going to die horribly. "By the Moons, would you shut up already," he grumbled, trying to ignore the madman's voice. Bear seemed to be in trouble, though, and the machine was finally getting down to business. Illyrian wasn't about to stand around, though, so while the thing was still jabbering he went around behind it, to the remains of the sewer monster and their one-time ally. Both were pretty well crushed, but Roarke's poleaxe had somehow survived the assault and was off to one side. It was forged of some strange black metal, and was of course quite heavy; were it not for the spell Illyrian had cast on himself and the others earlier he doubted he would even be able to budge it. As it was he could drag it along, and made his way over to Bear. "I am certain our fallen comrade would have been honored if you were to take up his blade against that foul machine," the sorcerer explained, dropping the weapon at the Glacian's feet and panting a little. Bear was affected by the spell just as they all were, essentially combining Quika and Incremus; Illyrian was certain he would have no trouble wielding the mighty poleaxe. "Now," the Black Mage muttered, turning to the tank-thing just as it was firing at the ground between Alba and Daioh, "let us test you, abomination." He raised his hand, muttered 'Electres' and sent a line of electricity arcing toward Deloco's invention; machines were vulnerable to electricity, after all, weren't they? |
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| Daiohma | Apr 16 2011, 07:00 PM Post #26 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma watched as Bear closed in on the Bleigock. He was ready to jump in and help but kept his distance from the monster. He knew all to well what a Bleigock was capable off, after all he was a captain of the Valuan Armada. A thought ran across his mind, do the other countries use such vile monsters to dispose of their dead? Just as this thought appeared there was a loud sound, a sound that he had heard a hundred times before in the midst of battle. The roaring sound of a Valuan tank. Was it his own men coming to help? No, they would not dear to oppose the armada. The sound got closer, something was not right. This noise was far to loud to be a single tank, but sending in more than one to deal with the four of them? That would surly be over kill, even for the armada. Daiohma turned in time to see the coliseum doors fly open, darkness was all that stared back at him. He glanced up to where Deloco was once standing. Gone, Daiohma knew he must be the one behind this. Just then a loud shot was heard from the door way, the common sound of cannon fire. Before He knew what was going on the Beligock exploded into a thousand pieces, blood covered the coliseum. Blood of the Beligock, and them who it had devoured. The noise of the machine started up again as the monstrous tank rolled into the coliseum. Just from looking at the contraption Daiohma knew it had Deloco written all over it. Before Daiohma had time to judge the situation Bear was already on the attack. This would be the first time Daiohma had fort side by side with a pirate and others who are not part of the Armada. For once he would have to fight as a team and not a captain. He looked over the machine as it was attacking Bear, no sight of a obvious weak spot. Just then it seemed as if Bear was in trouble, the Machine had him cornered. Daiohma was about to run and help when he noticed Illyrian had gone, he was already with Bear to help him. The machine turned towards Daiohma and Alba just as Illyrian turned to face the machine. Deloco's monster raised its cannon arm within time to Illyrian's own arm. It seemed like they where in harmony for a second, the machine charging its cannon as Illyrian charged what seemed to be a yellow type of magic. "Aaaaaand......FIRE!" Deloco's voice was blasting across the coliseum, and the cannon was facing Daiohma and Alba. At the same time Illyrian let out a spell of Electres towards the machine. With not much time to act Daiohma leaped out of the target area but was caught in the outer rim of the blast, as he was flung into the air towards as steel wall he swung his clawed gauntlet into the metal. His claws dug into the wall and he slowly slid down to the ground. The blast was too close for comfort, he had a look over to the crater where he was flung from. Was Alba OK? Did she get away too? Daiohma was sure if she made it this far she would of got away some how too. He had a quick look over himself, everything seemed fine, the only damage was that to his shoulder armor, his emblem was burnt from the blast. ''At least Deloco can't tell which fleet I belong to now'' He muttered to himself as he looked over his shoulder at the machine. Daiohma stood up and faced the direction of this monster. That's what this thing is, not a machine, its a monster created by a mad man. Daiohma ran towards it, he would not let it destroy his allies. But as Daiohma started to run towards it another thought came into his head. ''What am I doing?'' He looked around as he ran towards the machine. The people from lower Valua seem to have gone, and the guards where slowly backing down. His job of keeping the people of lower Valua in order was done. Why was he still fighting? He stopped in his tracks. He could turn back to where the other captains and guards where headed. The confused captain looked at Deloco's machine and then to the others who he had for this short time be fighting with. He knew that the pirate should be imprisoned and the Valuans should be brought in front of the empress. But Daiohma did not care. Something inside him told him that these are good people, and he should fight for their freedom too. ''Prepare yourself you vile monster! For this will be your only battle!'' Four against a monstrous machine that was obviously build for nothing but destruction. The odds against them, but Something was making him want to keep on fighting. Daiohma once again ran towards the machine. |
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| Raiu | Apr 18 2011, 10:52 PM Post #27 |
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It was when the Belgock was destroied that everything started to blend together. She remembered a loud boom that threatened to deafen her as well as the Belgock exploding. That was clear. It was also clear that she was frozen where she stood, scared out of her wits as De Loco's newest war machine revealed itself. After that, she could not really be sure. She believed that the cannon had been aimed towards her and it fired. Given the fact that she was alive, if tumbleing towards a pile of corpses and having the ends of her hair burnt to hell. She guessed that her body told her to run and she had been blown off her feet when the shell went off, either extremely lucky or delaying the inevtiable. She didn't dare to open her mouth to let loose and expletive, she didn't want to bite off her own tounge as she rolled. One of the last thoughts to go through her head before she hit the pile was 'Crap.' She hit the pile and blacked out for a few moments. When she came to she noticed that her sword had left her hand, most likely she had ditched it in her roll. Good thing too, she would have skewered herself with her sword otherwise. The second thing she noticed that her dress was on fire. She beat her hands against the burning fabric, putting it out without too much of her leg being reveled. It was another crime, the dress had been quite beutiful and now looked like something a tramp would wear. Can't be helped. She looked around, trying to find who was still alive and what was happening. The headache didn't help, nor did the various pains that were shooting up her back. |
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| Jet Blackbeard | Apr 20 2011, 11:11 PM Post #28 |
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aka Bear
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When most people first met Bear they judged him based solely on his appearance. One look at the furs he wore and the axe he carried was usually enough to earn him the label of "barbarian". The phrase "all muscle and no brain" was another assumption people made concerning the big Glacian. But those people were wrong. It was true that Bear relied mainly on brute strength to see him through tough situations but he was far from a mindless brute. The Viking had learned that the key to his victory lied in knowing precisely when and where to apply his strength. Bear was no military strategist by any means. His tactics were almost always based on simple observation and common sense. And from the moment Deloco’s war machine had arrived that’s exactly what he’d been doing; observing it. While Deloco was making threats Bear rose to a crouch, careful not to draw attention to himself. He could plainly see how the Gladiator would try to attack him and the others. The spikes mounted on its lower half were there to skewer anyone who crossed the machine’s path. They would add lethality to a simple charge forward. As if being crushed beneath its heavy treads wouldn’t be bad enough. Then there was the cannon. From Bear’s position on the ground he could see it very clearly. A weapon strong enough to obliterate a monster the size of the Bleigock in one shot wasn’t one that any amount of armor could protect against. Plus the cannon could be fired from a distance. That would make it more difficult for them to stay out of harm’s way. But if the arm that the cannon was attached to was put together like the arm of a human then the cannon could only be fired in a ninety-degree radius along the front and side of the Gladiator’s right half. Now that Bear thought about it he was within that ninety-degree area right now! With that realization he scuttled quickly around behind the machine, an area that he reckoned to be the safest. From that vantage point the Viking got a better look at the mace the Gladiator wielded in its other hand. “Hmmm……” Bear rumbled as a plan began to form in his head. But before it was fully thought out Illyrian approached him, dragging a heavy object. "I am certain our fallen comrade would have been honored if you were to take up his blade against that foul machine," he said, offering the object to Bear. The Viking’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he examined the strange polearm he’d been given. Its design was unlike anything he’d seen and its blade appeared to be made of black stone almost identical to moonstone. Could this be some of the fabled Black Moonstone he’d heard rumors of? Bear’s attention was snapped back to reality as Illyrian launched his magical assault against the Gladiator. The bolt of magic struck against the machine’s armored back and broke apart, sending smaller arcs of electricity snaking across the metallic surface. A heartbeat after the attack the area around the Gladiator erupted in a spray of sand and gravel. Bear shielded his eyes against the flying debris and when he could see again he expected to find the machine lying in burning pieces upon the arena’s floor. Instead the Viking now found himself standing face-to-face with the Gladiator. A circular patch of ground around it was torn up. Bear gave a silent whistle of grudging appreciation. For a bulky machine Deloco’s invention was certainly agile. Pulling a 180-degree turn like that from a standstill was pretty impressive. Once again DeLoco’s maniacal voice crackled through the speaker. “What kind of fool do you take me for you….you….fool! Kyahhahahahaaaa!” He cackled, now obviously speaking to Illyrian. “The first thing any engineer who lives beneath the Yellow Moon learns is to insulate his equipment against electrical discharges!” In yet another impressive display of maneuverability the Gladiator launched its counterattack. Sand and gravel spewed out from beneath its treads as it leapt forward, gaining speed quickly as it charged towards Bear and Illyrian, intent upon running them down. Bear lunged aside, ducking low as the mace swept over his head. As the Gladiator past the Viking thrust his new weapon into its flank. Roarke’s mighty weapon lodged between two of the sections of the Gladiator’s tread and was violently ripped out of Bear’s hands. In a shower of sparks the Darkmoon wedged itself beneath the frame, bringing the right tread grinding to a halt. The left tread was still rolling at full speed however and this imbalance caused the Gladiator to swerve to one side and spin in a half circle. Illyrian was out of harm’s way for the moment and Bear took the opportunity to move back behind the Gladiator where Daiohma was approaching. “Wow, that thing must have one heckuva powerful engine to be able to move like that!” He shouted above the sound of metal grinding against metal. Suddenly the Darkmoon finally broke free from its bind and was sent whirling end over end across the arena. It struck one of the large wooden doors with such force that half of its length was buried in the wood. No fair amount of pulling would be able to free it now. “Kyahahahahahaaa!!!!!” Deloco’s voice cried in exultation as the Gladiator sped off across the arena. It paralleled one wall, turning a wide turn as its operator regained control. The machine’s momentum lifted it up onto one thread for a few seconds before it finally righted itself. Now charging at full speed Illyrian was once again in the Gladiator’s path of destruction. “DIE!” Deloco screeched. At his command the cannon came up and zeroed in on the spot where Bear and Daiohma were standing. “Not again!” Bear sighed. Then, turning to Daiohma, he spoke quick instructions. “Let’s split up! See if you can help the girl!” He suggested, pointing in Alba’s direction. “I think I have an idea but I’ll need the wizard’s help!” As cannon fire rang out for a second time Bear dashed off, heading away from the others. Behind him the ground exploded as another cannonball struck. The Viking could only cast a glance over his shoulder in hopes that Daiohma had avoided the attack as well. Edited by Jet Blackbeard, Apr 20 2011, 11:22 PM.
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| The Karlminion | Apr 22 2011, 12:43 AM Post #29 |
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180-proof Redneck
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"So much for that," Illyrian muttered as his attack proved fruitless; in truth he knew little of inventions and engineering, and wouldn't have known what a decent Valuan engineer would have taken precautions against anyway. Privately he resolved to remedy this flaw in his practical knowledge; such studies would doubtlessly come in handy if he ever found himself against another machine. While these thoughts occupied his mind, he was warily watching the machine and gripping his Red Moonstone as a plan took shape in his head. He stood his ground as the thing roared forward, part of his mind marveling helplessly at the astounding speed but the rest of it absorbed in cold calculation; his green eyes never stopped moving across the thing, though he dodged aside at the last minute and avoided coming to harm. He picked himself quickly, watching as Bear made an attack with the huge poleaxe, and wincing as it was yanked out of his grasp and lodged irretrievably into the wooden posts of the entryway. "I guess I could burn it loose," he said to himself, watching the machine careen around the edge of the arena. "But no... that would take too much time, which we don't have." Once again it bore down on him, but the sorcerer was ready. His hand had been concealed behind his back, to hide his actions from Deloco, and again he stood his ground fearlessly until the last minute. "You do not scare me," he said to himself, green eyes burning from his intense concentration. "You cannot hold a candle to the mighty Gigas weapons, or even the least ship of the dessicated Armada. Now please shut up. And as the machine came within range, he brought his moonstone out and leaped aside, twisting his body as the thing brought its cannon around. 'PYRULEN!' he screamed, flinging the pinpoint ball of fire that preceded the massive explosion of the spell at the cannon's bore. With any luck it would slide straight in, impact and explode, disabling that weapon if not knocking the machine for another loop. He had no time to make sure his aim was true, though, as his landing was less than stellar; in twisting about to ensure his shot he had not braced himself properly, and landed awkwardly on his arm. "Argh!" he cried, scrambling to his feet, clutching his arm with the hand that still gripped his moonstone. That was his dagger hand, too; he'd not be slicing and dicing any enemies up anytime soon, and he did not have time to concentrate on a healing spell. They had to stay on the offensive. Wincing, the sorcerer turned as Bear came up. "My arm," he panted. "Think I- twisted it." He'd be suicidal to close into dagger range with that contraption anyway. |
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| Daiohma | Apr 22 2011, 03:22 PM Post #30 |
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The Ice Fang
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Daiohma watched as he moved towards Deloco's monster tank. The other two members of their team were putting up a good fight against this tank. All of a sudden there was a loud noise, Daiohma turned to see dirt and sand tossed around the arena. The huge tank was moving around at speeds that tanks should not be able to move at. The tank now had its back to Daiohma. He looked over to see if he could find any weak point on its back, but it was too far away to see. “Wow, that thing must have one heckuva powerful engine to be able to move like that!” Daiohma could only just hear Bear's voice over the loud noise of the tank's engines. He looked back over at Deloco's tank, ''The bigger the engine, the bigger the explosion.'' Suddenly there came a loud noise, that of metal ringing around the coliseum. The noise was coming from the tank. Daiohma stopped in his tracks as a huge black weapon went flying out of the huge tank and across the coliseum over the top of his head. He turned to see the weapon become stuck in one of the wooden doors that were around the coliseum. He had seen the weapon before, only for a brief moment. He noticed it was the one that their fallen comrade was using. Daiohma and Bear looked on as Illyrian was fighting on. It looked like he was using Red Moonstone magic on the tank. Daiohma and Bears moment of peace endded as the tank turned towards them both with its cannon arm stretched out. It's aim was dead on Bear and Daiohma. “Not again!” Bear sighed, He told Daiohma that that it would be in their best interest to split up for now and that he should take care of the girl. Daiohma had almost forgot about her! He was only used to fights were every team member was in formation. 'I think I have an idea but I’ll need the wizard’s help!” Bear called out as he started to move backwards, He and Daiohma knew what was coming. Cannon fire rang around the coliseum as Deloco's machine fired at them. Bear was already dashing off away from them as the cannon went off. After his first close encounter with this cannon's fire power Daiohma was ready for it. As the sound of the cannon exploded from the gun arm, Daiohma dashed away from the danger zone slashing his clawed gauntlet across the ground. ''Crystali'' As he called the spell the floor below and in front of him became covered in ice. Using his metal boots like skates he gained speed dashing across the ground. The power from the blast of the cannon striking the ground behind him forced him to go even faster across the sheet of ice. As Daiohma was rapidly coming to the end of the ice he called out once more, ''Crystali'' This time swiping his gauntlet up into the air. This caused the ice to form a small ramp that shot him high into the air. As He started to fall he saw what looked to be Alba in the distance. Gaining speed as he came back down he moved his body into a forwards position. His purple moonstone started to shine. ''Crystales'' He called out, the ground below him started to freeze. Suddenly a huge icicle shot up from the ground. Daiohma landed on the tip of the icicle using his metal boots to slide down to ground level. He had landed only a stones throw from were Alba was sitting. Alba was covered in dirt and her dress had been burnt. The girl looked to of been in shock. Daiohma looked around, nothing but bodies on the ground around them. He could not begin to imagine what was going though this girls head. He slowly put his hand on Alba's shoulder so not to startle her too much. ''Hey, Alba isn't it.'' He asked in a soft voice. ''Its me, Captain Daiohma.'' All he could do now was make sure that Alba was not seriously hurt. As he waited for her to respond he looked back over his shoulder to see that Illyrian was on his back. He was holding his arm as if he had hurt it somehow. Bear was close by to Illyrian so Daiohma did not have to worry too much, after all bear was such a big guy that he could carry Illyrian if needed. He watched as the machine moved around at such great speeds. He looked back at Alba and started to worry, what if the tank spotted them and rushed over here!? That's when the trail of ice that he used to escape its cannon blast caught his attention. He looked down at his gauntlet, the Purple Moonstone glowing bright. Daiohma stood up and slammed his gauntlet into the ground. ''Crystali'' He shouted as ice covered his gauntlet and ran into the ground. The whole area around the two of them became covered in ice. Daiohma looked up over at the Machine, ''that thing looks like it could properly run on ice just like land, but there could be that chance Deloco did not plan for it.'' Just in case it did he turned back to Alba once more. ''Sometimes the only way out, is to fight on.'' |
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2:36 PM Jul 11