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Post by "The Priest" on Oct 24, 2006 20:16:47 GMT -5
((Refresher. Bring on your best (worst) combatants!))
The Priest awoke from his sleep. Immediately, he moved to the battlegrounds, where he had proven himself multiple times before. He was rusty, for he had been in deep meditation for months. ANd now...
It was time to excersize.
Due unto a quick spell he put upon himself before he began his trance, his muscles didn't atrophy, but his reflexes did. It would take time to get back to his regular self, but he was willing to wait it out.
For now, however, he felt like fighting.
He had revised weapons. No longer did he use the Totem that was a painstakingly large attonement to his power. Now, the TOtem held the weapon he used, a long bastard sword, that was hidden inside. Unseathing it, he jammed the magical object into the ground on his side of the training field, the green crystal causes what little magical power he had to be amplified. Already, he gripped a figurine in his left hand, and words upon his lips began to cause a crackling of energy around him.
As though the gods themselves trembled, the sky grew dark around the holy man, and soon, the ground around him cracked and broke, and soon, 3 demon-esque apparitions appeared from the ground. One was huge, its maw drooling, spikes jutting randomly about his carcass. He looked as though made of pure bone, but underneath the sinewy flesh, lie the muscles of a genocider.
The other two were smaller, but no less evil looking. They hopped around, chittering in some foreign and unnatural language, beckoning for blood.
And then, a fourth came, appearing directly to the left of The Priest. It was a pure skeleton, appearing from nowhere, with a magical staff gripped grimly in its hands. Its face was twisted from hate. A high-pitched screech was let out as it came into existance, the sound of banshees being tortured, the sound of death incarnate in audible form.
The Priest was surrounded with his monstrosities. They formed a pentagram of destruction, the Lurker, the first beast, standing foremost, with the two zerglings behind it to its left and right. The Priest and Loki made up the bottom of the pentagram, and soon, the area between the five began to glow evily.
What would happen there, as the berserker Xenophorms began to chitter, was unknown to any.
But The Priest wanted to test it, and he needed some subjects first....
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Lanji Romano
Apprentice
Ridder
When darkness claims us what remains?
Posts: 65
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Post by Lanji Romano on Oct 24, 2006 20:25:29 GMT -5
Atop a mighty steed in full armor with an owl flying overhead Lanji entered the field of combat in full plate himself his cape snapping in the wind of the evening light. There he was an opponent who had quite a bit of creatures tagging along it was something that was going to be testing the knight's full strength he had no doubt about that. Carefully he snapped that last buckle as he put his mount into a trot and drew his mighty broadsword. The sword that would give him a powerful advantage against these creatures with it's holy runes and blessed silver shimmer. He gazed at the man with a bow from where he sat astride the mount. This man had something about him that Lanji could respect.
An aura of combat and dignity.
"If thou art looking for a challenge then allow me to be thine opponent for this day." The stallion snorted steam eminating from it's nostrils from the cold day as he gazed down at the man his shield at the ready. Lanji was in full armor as was Fiat and both were ready for this challenge. He gave a small smile as he thought over the abilities that he could use for this battle.
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Audric Alaunte
Apprentice
Aandemager
Even if it's arranged you can still do something.
Posts: 37
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Post by Audric Alaunte on Oct 24, 2006 20:38:04 GMT -5
Like a ghost Audric entered the field sensing the black power of this man. Necromatic energies from not only the personal aura but, the necronimicon that the man carried. Audric was intrigued unaware that there was a fellow necromancer in this place that being something that he had wanted to investigate as he walked to the field his book in hand. The man had black power, yes Audric could sense that as he made his way closer and paused seeing a knight-like character declaring a challenge. Wordlessly Audric grounded himself to the land that was below him as he gazed at the man with a look that said he would accept the challenge as well. Whispering words of power he black energies tied Audric to the ground setting up a slow replinshment as he opened a back that crackled with power.
We shall see how this goes...
Audric thought to himself as he whispered several words of power and shimmering dark energy slowly surrounded the young necromancer as he kept himself prepared for the wost.
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Post by Vrac Dudall on Oct 27, 2006 0:27:48 GMT -5
This arena's great. Thanks to the fact that time isn't of real matter Vrac managed to avoid the days curse by being here. At least for now then he saw that a priest wanted a fight. In that case Vrac wouldn't be late to help the others that was against him.
He walked over to them and said:
"'Precious in the sight of the lord is the death of his saints.' Mind if I join you?"
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Post by "The Priest" on Oct 28, 2006 9:29:32 GMT -5
The Priest, who's name was known to none but one, smiled largely as three warriors came forth. Easily recognizable as a Knight, and a Necromancer, by the way they came, the other seemed a little too shifty. He paid little heed to the last man, as he didn't think him grandiose enough to be fought against.
However, as he looked about, he jammed the sword that was in his right hand, into the ground. Plunging both hands into his jacket, in a most arcane and gratuitous fashion, he removed two Modified Beretta 9mm, 'Silver Ballers', form his jacket. Their clips extended down, the normal 9-20 bullet clip replaced to accomadate a whopping 35 bullets. The Priest's insane strength alone allowed him such easy access to controlling these violent weapons.
Within milliseconds, he had already aimed one at the knight atop the horse, who's dodging ability was reduced there, and the other Necromancer. He continued the quiet phrase that was upon his lips as they grinned into a malicious looking beast of hatred, splashed upon his face, a grimace of death and destruction.
Both trigger fingers snapped back.
-Boom-
The echoing sound of the first round was nearly deafening. As his wrists snapped back from the recoil, he immediately pushed them back down, and fired off another round, this time moving the hand that was pointed towards the Knight, towards the sketchy man, who seemed to care not for who the priest was, reciting some sort of biblical phrase.
As the bullets shot forth, another round was pulled, this time, the gun pointed at the other necromancer moved in a fast and deliberate arc towards the Knight, squeezing off another round, as well as the other pistol firing against the sketchy man. Each had two bullets aiming towards them, each bullet aimed approximately at the shoulder, so that dodging would come by hard, especially against bullets.
He then reholsted them, and signalled to Loki, his first pet, the skeleton man. Its etherwordly screech was all the confirmation that The Priest needed, and the beast let off a fireblast towards the Knight, attempting to scare the horse, who would be on edge due to the multitudes of demonistic, but not demon, creatures around. However, none of these creatures moved, except for the largest one, which began tearing at the ground underneath it, burrowing, and lurking...
Regrabbing his sword and lifting it carefully, he looked out towards his enemies.
To end the violent outburst that the Priest seemed to give to his enemies, all far enough away that any practical attacks such as slashing and stabbing, or even throwing, were nigh impossible, he spoke, in a fluent and eloquent manner, his voice soft upon the ears that were ringing with gunshots and flames.
'It is your corrupt we claim; it is your evil that will be sought by us. With every breath we shall hunt them down. Each day we will spill their blood 'til it rains down from the skies'. Now show me you do not deserved to be killed so effortlessly.
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Post by Vrac Dudall on Oct 28, 2006 16:31:43 GMT -5
This was not good. Not at all.
Vrac quickly avoided the bullets by turning into a mist that spread through the area and rematerialised himself behind the skeleton that had shot the fireballs, this time he had his sword ready in his hand. This was the opportunity to try his new sword out since he didn't know what kind of enchantment it carried.
He aimed for the head and hoped that it was something that would help. It seemed like it was since it the edge began to glow in a way that he thought made it holy. The unpleasant feeling it gave him confirmed that and this would at least injure the skeleton badly if it hit.
"See you in hell, friend."
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
Posts: 343
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Oct 28, 2006 17:00:19 GMT -5
((OOC: If you want me to, I'll delete this post, and leave the fight.))
Well, Roy wasn't the best fighter on earth. Not even close. But he saw the fight from a distance, until he saw that vampire Vrac. The pompous, arrogant fool who had insulted him, and his friend Tech. Esiuhoieufe and Ayschoine swirled near him, in the forms of theier respected elements. They were as ready for battle as he was. "I'm going to help that man. Stay here."
They stayed, and Roy bolted off toward the battle. He was moving at a decent clip, about twice as fast as most humans could sprint, as he pulled his left hand back, and drew his staff. As his staff extended, he would slam the end of it into the Vampire's back, sending him sprawling. He had one way to dispose of vampires, but he wouldn't pull that out yet.
"Hey, how's it going, suckface?"
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Post by "The Priest" on Oct 29, 2006 16:36:25 GMT -5
Vrac Only:
As Vrac had dissappeared, The Priest had already noticed, and knew that some sort of either transportation or teleportation trickery was up.
Hot damn was he right.
As the Vampire took time to materialize behind his skeleton, unsheath a sword, and then attacked, The Priest had enough time to move his left arm to the side of the man's head.
Boom. Done.
The Vampire thought so little of his opponent, that he thought him a dullard. No, The Priest had faught against the Beasts, and against enemies far stronger than a petty vampire. If he were to pull the trigger, the vampire's brains would splatter against the side of the wall, the 'Silver-ballers' named such due to the ammo they held.
He considered the vampire out of the battle, and turned towards the remaining two enemies.
((Bad idea, especially since you pretty much had yourself surrounded after that point. I eliminated you in the most humane way possible. I could've sicked the two Zerglings on ye >_>
And that mist thing was quite a powerful move to do quickly, based upon your rank and stats, so I took it that it would take more than a few milliseconds to use.))
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Post by Vrac Dudall on Oct 29, 2006 16:46:02 GMT -5
((OOC: It did. And think about his attitude, he looks down upon humans and mages so it was kind of logical to underestimate the first one he really fights. He won't die from that but it'll take a while to heal and transform into a good state.))
Vrac was shocked how quickly the human understood what he was up to and how quickly he moved. Normaly he wouldn't have had any problems to move but since he was so suprised he didn't have the time to react.
It didn't hurt to begin with but it changed after a while, but he began to heal.
((OOC: I'll be back after 8 posts or so. I think he'll concentrate on Roy then. I'm pretty sure that he'll have to since Roy hates him and probably will attack him to begin with. Am I right, Roy?))
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Roy Atenwood
Mage
So I'm a grumpy seer? Big deal. You're an idiot.
Posts: 343
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Post by Roy Atenwood on Oct 29, 2006 18:04:19 GMT -5
((OOC: Yes, Roy hates Vrac, and will proceed to fight him, and him only. Also, I have a secret vampire-disabling weapon, so be afraid. Also, I'll keep posting while Vrac heals, if it's ok.))
"Holy hell....." Roy breathed. Before he was even halfway to his target, Vrac, the damn vampire had gotten himself blown away. It made him a little angry, but that would be all for the better, once Vrac finished healing. Roy had read up on vampires, after his second "Encounter" with Vrac, and had given him a magic rapier. One he had tried to use against the man who had conjured the creatures.
He walked over to Vrac, and said, "Hurry up and finish healing, so I can set you on fire."
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Post by "The Priest" on Oct 29, 2006 19:08:03 GMT -5
((I don't think you understand... I never shot Vrac. I disabled him, as your technically not allowed to kill anyone in the training grounds. Therefore, if I HAD pulled the trigger, Vrac's entire entity would be destroyed, as a silver round through the side of the head of anything usually spells death.
But, I can agree to 8 rounds of non-attackings, while healing, and then you and Roy can fight.
Meanwhile...))
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