View Full Version : [M] RPA Death Match (Still accepting until the first game over player)
Mature- Death, blood, gore, swearing advised. Holy shit this is really in it's third rotation!!!Whooot! Three years successful we can do it!!Hopefully after this one the lay out will be so clear admin and mods will be able to run it as their own as something real. (This was supposed to be done right after the big writing thingy in April but life happened I hope you guys can forgive my tardiness)
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True Legends
2011 Winner
Merry Gentry - Admin extrodinaire.
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2012 Winner
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Award Chart
Excellent
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Merry G
Inn Keeper
Pheonix
Sharp Shooter
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Humiliation
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Head Hunter
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Dark Potato
The Score Chart
Death of Korzan
Sergeant Vance Lexicon (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007)
Miranda Tyranius (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050)Mortimus Grim (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539115&viewfull=1#post1539115)
The StoryTeller (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523)
Kuren, The Eye (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)
Kuren, The Eye (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)
Rocky (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008)
-Deceased-
Luigsech (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058)
Mol Èster (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058)
DYNO MITE!! (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)
Count Ivan Lupei (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)
Christo (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)
The rules AGAIN!!!!!
These are important as they don't exactly follow the rules of role playing as you know them.
No double posting!
There have to be 2 posts between your post and your next post.*Gives everyone a chance. And stops the game from moving too quickly.*
Don't get upset when someone controls your character in their post, you are allowed to do that to make your post good, remember it's about having fun and having complete writing freedom.
Kill posts(Or fragging posts) are only allowed on a player's third tag
If by any chance you run out of Attacking posts then, that's it. You are not dead but you are incapable of posting until the game ends, there is a way to avert this but you'll learn it later on.
Tagging posts inflict some form of damage or impact, but do NOT kill. (Ie you injure the character you are attacking but never kill them)
Killing posts kill a character opening them to a respawn.
Characters respawn automatically, either on their own or by A GM or my CO-GM if it's taking too long.
Remember
Attacked once Lose a tag
Attacked twice Lose a tag
Attacked the third time, Lose Tag and Frag(Life).
Very important rule - Have fun.
Additonal Rules I have thought up since the last Deathmatch
If you do not post in ten days of your last post you will lose a frag. If fifteen days pass without a post you will instantly die and the last player to attack your character will gain your attacks.
Other players are allowed to join in once the game starts but you will gain an equal number of attacks/tags/frags as the player with the lowest Tags/Frags.
I say it again!
Very important rule - Have fun!!
DO NOT POST!!
In a land far far away there's a space observatory it's structure basic, a circular tower reaching up into the skies. All across it's millions upon millions of processing units running in unison taking in trillions of loose flying data packets in light and radio wave format taking in and analysed, entire teams numbering in their thousands upon levels upon levels working from decoding encryptions and languages never once before heard.
But the superstructure was destroyed via sabotage, the culmination of half a century of work the insurgent's efforts.
From the generators the first of the explosions burst, a chain reaction created a straight line of horrific death rising in numbers in the space of a few moments.
Electric surges ripping through teams and entire families stationed theres, killing thousands in different ways as the destruction flowed to the top before imploding.
The gods had moved back the clock to the perfect time of the murder and destruction and set the stage.
Death and destruction flow through the structure in a permanent loop. Resetting itself every few seconds, the cries of the desperate, the screams of the brutalised echoing and repeating.
Steel that melts, reforms,
Rock that gets moved, returns to it's place.
Entire structures destroyed return as though having never left.
Souls torn from their bodies of the inhabitants are violently thrust back.
Horror finds itself returning to the from the moment the gods have cut.
This is your new home brave warriors.
You have been selected, this is your new home. Make something of it.
Welcome to the observatory.
The Layout
These are postable locations.
This saves us from trying to understand where the hell your character is in a post!
Just in case someone forgets to describe that fully,
feel free to mention it directly should the need come.
The Observatory.
Is a circular building very much like a european design windmill, roughly the size of the empire state building.
1.
The Stairway.
This at one point in it's history was the crowning design measurement of the structure, a spiral stairway large enough to hold two trucks side by side. Originally there had not been a wall covering the observatory but interplanetary battles have led to such. The stairway is still used as a good alternative to moving from level to level as the low gravity of the outside world produce a far more enjoyable atmosphere. And also battlegrounds.
But thanks to the destruction the vibrations caused have created a downpour of rocks and debris that can be blinding if you get dust and sand in your eyes to massive crushing rocks, breaking and crushing those unfortunate to be caught outside.
But most frightening of all is the electrical surge that flows up in a spiral up the stairway to the ceiling that so fast moving it, slices men to pieces before they release they're dead.
2.
The Outer Realm
This is the world behind the cover of the observatory.
This was meant to be the structure's first line of defense. There are no actual walls, only a massive circular perimeter of vehicles and towers. Capable of producing a solid wall of fire on incoming fighters. All rendered useless as the attack came from the inside, most towers stand useless as the carnage ensues.
There's basically a moon level of gravity here, all weapons there and vehicles are usable.
From here there's really only two ways in, the docking bay up high and the main entrance which could fit a school(not the school bus) inside, though having said that the door are in malfunction so they open and close regularly to a glitch and the time loop itself, so don't be crushed by them.
3.
Vehicle Entrance
The vehicle Entrance. This is actually the main entrance of the building itself but with the gravity surges from the gravity field which is now a murderous weapon, the out of control turrets, the hard to time slamming door and the electric surge that rips through people like one ply toilet paper.
4.
The outer wall.
Surrounding the core of the observatory is a solid wall. Over a meter thick and coated with thick steel alloys on both sides there is a wall of activity happening withing this wall so much so that it is capable of creating two very separate battle grounds.
On the outer walls in a in active slab of lifeless metal which has a field that opponents are capable of walking over as the wall is one one can walk on with ease, no matter the size.
5.
The Engine Room
The Engine room was once the lives blood of the structure using high risk technologies to create the resources needed to keep the structure running. Now it's a molten hell hole with heat so intense it will melt the face of any man who takes a wrong step within and is prone to core bursts which increase the tmep to impossible highs sending a massive burst of heat that will, of course, melt your face off.
6.
The Gravity room
(Ground Floor)
This is the second lowest point of the arena and also the ground floor. So ground floor and floor below.
This was the home of the generators that kept the structure running smoothly, now it is one of the primary causes of death and in irregular locations on the ground floor where the earth will sink in on itself and anything above it will be almost instantly crushed by it's own weight.
7.
Inner Walls
The inner walls are the inner part of the walls that cover the main center of the observatory. this part of the structure is most impressive for it's individual movement base gravitational control. You can run up this wall, jump(at high speed) cross this wall. You can even float cross it. It's all about the intent in your last step, think of it like a Nintendo WII board thingy times a million.
The most frieghtful thing to worry about here is debris, the electric surge that runs fastest and most frequently there and the ships that were once settled in the docking back that have been launched into the structure itself.
8.
The Control Room
This is the largest room of any of them and it is also the highest point of the tower with reading going through there mostly.
But the roof is torn through and most who do not have a strong hold on the ground will be pulled out into space. Those who can stay in room without being pulled out have more than watching hundreds of soldiers and officers being dragged out into space there appear to be heavy pulses burst through the room every few minutes, very close to sonic waves punching on the body and making it hard to move.
9.
The Docking station
The station where large air craft entered and left, moving continuously very much like a busy air port terminal only electronically control arms move and pick up spacecraft and dock them to the locations most convenient for cargo pick up and transfer. As the majority of cargo is moved in and out of the station here this is the location with the highest level of security with turrets looking out and looking within the docking station. It was the height of protection for the people inside.
Now it is a death trap with arms pulling and throwing crafts of all sizes in all directions and turrets aimed at everything moving it is nothing more that a spectacular slaughterer house.
10.
Record Rooms
This is by far the most complex internal structure as it makes up the entire internal structure. Of the observatory. Once it was beautiful, gleaming before the walls were placed over it, it was a simple structure with it's stairway on the outside and a view to the universe outside. No it is nothing more than a busy structure within a structure where busy bees work like a hive mind with over thirty levels in wide floors filled with data.
At the moment electrical surges are igniting what were once considered to be structural marvels, blowing the load bearing pillars while not killing anything in its path The surges rise from the bottom but from the top floors the pillars explode dropping each level down crushing itself down.
The chaos is intense, the stress if not the get caught in the surge and not to be caught in the debris.
There's a not of things to fight, a great deal of ways to die and many many places to spawn from once the killing starts.
If you are lost as to how the deathmatch works:
Example of past battle one. (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=13298)
Example of past battle two. (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=28337)
Opening posts
These are your introduction to the arena. Basically posts moving your from your past locations to your current ones. Its kinda where you set your character up and pick a spot to kick off from. Use it.
But once you post do not post again.
Just put at the top that this is your intro post so there's no confusion.
I will give everyone ONE week to do their opening posts.
At the first minute of Tuesday, well my Tuesday CAT. I will make the battle's openign post and IT"S EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!!!
No you don't have to wait for me to post. It's the third battle so the format should be pretty clear.
HAVE FUN!!!!!!
DoughGuy
07-10-2013, 04:19 AM
Intro Post
Here ... let me show you fool
The screams were defeaning. Officers and soldiers were torn from the room and flung into the void above him. There was no hope for the fools yet they tried regardless, fingers grasping for handholds their fellows only to be denied hope seconds later when it failed.
His vision became white and the world disappeared before it flickered back into existence. Now he found himself near an entrance watching soldiers torn apart by the guns meant to protect them. Those who thought they were safe in cover were robbed of their lives by the gravity surges tossing skywards where the turrets sliced them to pieces or slammed into the ground where their flesh melted as rogue electricity overloaded their bodies.
Another fade, another return. Some sort of generator was in front of him with dozens of scientists standing around monitoring it. Even as he watched the readouts suddenly spiked and the reactor exploded turning the scientists to charred skeletons in one billionth of a second, and into atoms the next.
His vision shot around the structure as he watched the generators effects run rampant among those who were not even fighters. Families became living conduits for the reckless energy, their lives expended in seconds before it moved on. In the docks he watched the machines who ran it suddenly turn that efficiency into ending lives, crushing and tearing through the workers.
And then nothing. The blackness he had known for so long suddenly resumed. An empty void where nothing living set foot for now.
Do you see? This is a place of death and destruction. Add to it. One city was not enough for me, there must be more minds broken under my power.
On the outer walls a young boy of no more than 14 waited. His tattered uniform blew in the wind as he stared out into the void beyond the walls. A sword of steel is held in his right hand and any who who saw his face would see he had no eyes, only bleeding sockets where they once were.
La Volpe
07-10-2013, 06:04 PM
Intro Post
Looking up at the massive structure before him, a warrior clad in armor darker then the deepest shadow, listened keenly to the sounds of mass death, hearing countless screams of a unknown massive amount of souls were snuffed out behind a massive wall that blocked his view of what was ahead. Standing in a field of silent war machines, and useless towers, the warrior, seeming almost like a living shadow, looked on in savage glee, listening to the sweet sounds of death that continued to echo out into the Outer Realm.
The warrior slowly slid free his sword, Abyss, the dark runes writhing in anticipation of adding to the screams of death, and whispered one thing into the silent void.
"Let it begin"
Jacogos
07-10-2013, 08:33 PM
Oracion was a world filled to the brim with magics of all kinds, the center of such for the next few thousand light years. Magi, or rather those known as Chosen, were the dominant race of beings on Oracion, humanoids capable of handling the great power of magic native to the lush world they called home.
Miranda Tyranius was one such mage, a female Chosen that was near one of the strongest living beings on Oracion at the time of this event. An archmage of nigh-godlike power, Miranda was currently seated (or rather, in a seated position) about two feet off the ground of her tower-top room, eyes closed as she meditated on the magical energies that had imbued her body- nay, the very fiber of her being- since birth.
A small thing, Miranda had a pretty, youthful face that belied her true age. Light purple hair spilled from her head in waves, a few locks framing her face as she was careless of their place with her mind so far gone from that room. Dressed in gold and yellow robes with touches of purple and blue, Miranda was quite the example of magery. Her skin was pale and full, a well-fed woman though hardly more than curvy.
The air stirred oddly. Miranda's eyes popped open, a deep purple that seemed to be able to see through the very essence of existence the way they settled on certain things. Her eyes drifted around the room slowly, a look of expectation on her face. It was only when she looked up that she realized that she was no longer alone.
Above her was... or were something or things, manifestations of light that seemed to have no true form to her eyes. Miranda found herself squinting at them curiously, unsure of what they might be when suddenly voices began to fill the air. Three, to be exact.
"Hmmm... she looks powerful," spoke a voice, powerful and booming. Commanding, to Miranda's ears.
"How can you tell? She looks like any old human to me," said another, still strong and powerful, but more condescending than the other, as if belonging to a snooty noble.
"Hush you! These ones don't know what humans are! We can't be giving away secrets of the universe like that, remember?" said the third, also powerful, but this one held a bit of an edge to it, like that of a crazed person. It had a distinctly frantic tone.
"And by that logic, we already know these ones are magical. The way she holds herself, she's probably one of the more powerful ones," the commanding one said.
"Not necessarily true. She could be a proud fool," the second said.
"Be that as it may, she's a mage. Even if she's not strong, it'll be fun to watch, right? Mages are adaptable. More so than other fleshy ones."
"Would someone kindly explain to me what the hell is going on here?" Miranda interjected, standing easily as she simply stretched her legs down from her place in the air.
"Oh, she speaks. That's new," the crazed voice said, one of the manifestations seeming to come closer as if peering at her.
"Wonderful, we have intelligence! You girl! How would you like one of your wildest dreams to come true?" the first voice asked. Miranda blinked questioningly and opened her mouth to answer. However, she was cut off by another voice.
"Of course she would! All mortals like to have dreams come true. What kind of question is that?" asked the second, another manifestation now bending as if to look at her closer. "Well? What would you like?"
"I think she'd want a friend!" the crazed voice exclaimed, an image of a handsome man floating around Miranda's head.
"Nah, she seems more like someone who'd want supreme power," the commanding voice said.
"What about eternal happiness?"
"Nah, that's too easy. And relative. Perhaps a batch of kittens?"
"What, because she's a girl, she likes cute things? Why not-"
"Immortality." The three voices cut off as Miranda spoke determinedly, apparently unphased by these three beings offering an impossible prize.
"Really? Can't mages do that anyway?" the second voice said.
"Yeah, by making one of those... What was it called? Phylacteries?"
"Perhaps, but I'd not like to be looked at as a lich. Normal immortality would be nice," Miranda answered. The beings were quiet for a moment.
"Welp, that works out fine! Alright, here are the rules: We are gods. What we say goes."
"We're going to send you somewhere. You don't know where. And you can't back out now, so good luck."
"You kill everyone there. You win, and you get immortality!!"
"You die, you come back here and its as if nothing ever happened!"
"So either way, you don't really lose!"
"Unless you're a sore loser. Then you really do lose. Loser."
"Don't antagonize her."
"Sorry."
"Well! GOOD LUCK!!" three voices finished together as Miranda was no longer aware of her room in the tower.
Opening her eyes, Miranda was now aware of a massive building before her, upon barren ground that stretched out to her sides and behind her for quite a while. Odd looking constructs and what looked like armed towers dotted the landscape, but the building was what dominated her view.
Noting how light her body felt, Miranda pushed off the ground lightly. Her form drifted higher than it should have and floated back down much too slowly for her taste. Frowning, the archmage took out her lexicon from her robes. The book opened about halfway, her connection to it dictating which spell she needed and opening to the correct page. Muttering a short spell, a light aura enveloped her, suddenly ignoring gravity entirely as her anti-gravity bubble formed to her skin and gave her a vaguely green glow.
Floating along at her own whim, Miranda now set about figuring out where she was. Crossing her legs under her, she began to page through her lexicon in search of the necessary spell. The connection only worked when she remembered where the spell was off the top of her head.
Spawn in Outer Realm
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Bee Bear
07-13-2013, 12:07 PM
Intro Post
Spawned in The Docking Station
Luigsech's ears were closed off to the screams of the dying, the tearing of metal and the violent rending of stone. It wasn't that she didn't care about what was taking place around her - she just knew that it had nothing to do with her and therefor could be ignored. She was a practical being, after all, and ancient despite her appearance.
Magic kept her face young but her dark eyes needed no such thing. They sparkled with good old fashioned excitement as she looked up and around the huge room. Everywhere things were moving and shifting - a surprise waited behind every corner. How she loved the thrill of it. It reminded her of her younger days as a hunter out in the wilds, tracking prey and having to be alert enough not to become a target yourself.
Her leather soled boots made little sound as she ran - and skipped at times - across the entire expanse of the dock ducking moving cables and shifting containers while staying out of the sights of those annoying metal things that kept shooting at her. She didn't like them all that much, but they didn't bother her as long as she was careful.
Now, the Archer thought, to see what happens!
Excitedly she looked around, and waited.
The Imposter
07-15-2013, 11:14 PM
LOOOK!...I mean listen. Yes! I got it right here!
Hmmm? Listen? Why? I'm omniscient....I already know.
...sooo you already know about last night, and your cow sister then...
....SHUT UP you two, and listen.
Are those speakers?....uh oh
Kids always love snow holidays
Little do they know that it is just bait
To lure them outside to a frozen fate
They'll be just another instrument....
For him to play
He'll swing into town singin' a tune
Frost on his breath that'll turn ya blue
With a chord from Lester you'll all be through!
And be just another instrument...
For him to play
So hide all your children, stow them away
Keep them inside and tell them to stay
For if he finds them they'll be his for all days
And just be another instrument...
For him to play
So kids you should fear old Mol Éster
His songs and his magic like a Nor'Easter
Don't give him a chance to snatch you away
Or you'll just be another instrument...
For me to play
'I want him! They one they are singing about...or he is singing about...'
'Really? Him? For the deathmatch? What could we offer him...'
'...children?'
'Hmmm....'
'I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him, I want him!!!'
'GAH! Alright, alright already.'
Mol had covered his eyes, playing some sick little game with a young lad Charles. A ritual, something so ingrained he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to...but he didn't. He was counting slowly knowing the hunt was about to begin.
'sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy....hmph.'
Opening his eyes he realized he was no longer on the icy plans that were his home, and hunting ground. The strange screams and recycling of time were something he couldn't understand. Nor would he trouble himself with such details, smiling his toothy grin he lifted Lester and began to play.
'Ohh...so it seems a new tale has begun...
One ful of death, gore, and horrid fun...
Now to go play and start up the hunt...
Prepare yourselves you little runts!'
"There is danger in this house of flying flyness dogy dawg. You better believe your sweet ass that is." came the deep murmur of the super fly Bad Guy. A bad man, truly bad to the bone.
He had a knife to Roxy-Anne a dark beauty with a weirdly trashy name. Her Afro so big it could have been its own bird sanctuary. She was tied up with her hands behind her back and behind a chair. "You think I'm scared of you?" she spat.
He stopped posturing fora moment to stare at her in her tied up state before looking at the knife in his hand and back at her. There was clearly something he was missing here. "Well, sweet cheeks, it seems like there's reason to be scared since you're tied up and I gots a knife to you. It's a real knife and I am very capable of cutting people. It's not bluff, I wouldn't be the bad guy if I wasn't."
She shook her head, a wood pecker popped it's head out before popping back in. "I knows you can but I ain't scared."
Oddly, he found himself perplexed. She wasn't bluffing she genuinely wasn't stared, only annoyed, she might as well have been in a traffic jam while a car so luxurious it massaged your balls while you waited, well not hers, though it did take some big balls to do what she was doing. "But I have a knife on you....why the hell not"
She shrugged. "Never been the scared type." the simplicity in her shrug made his spine chill ass he realized that he was actually the frightened one.
"this is bullshit" He tightened his grip on his knife and raised it over his head when the window next to him exploded. It didn't smash in, it literally exploded, it couldn't be helped there was just too much awesome blowing into the scene at that moment.
The knife was knocked out of the bad guy's hand before slipping away. The bad guy had just enough time to introduce the brave hero. "dyno-MITE!!!"
"That's right sweet ladies and babies, dyno mite is here."
Roxy-Anne purred, in such a way that suggested it was a tiger purring and not a kitty cat without raising her voice. (Another thing that made the bad guy regret kidnapping her.). "Ooooh Dyno-mite! You're a bad mother-"
"Shut your fucking face!" The bad guy yelled.
There was a moment that could only be described as awkward, mostly because the Germans had yet to come up with a word(they'd left us with rather a dry spell after schadenfreude). It was as though the bad guy had some how defeating the purpose of something by cutting off Roxy-Anne before she could say the eff word, no not Effron from those awful high school musical movies.
Dynomite was the first to recover. "I've come to stop you bad guy!"
The bad guy recovered quickly. "Wait, you haven't bothered to learn my name have you? This whole time and you have bothered to learn my name."
"Look I just thought you'd legally had you're name changed to the bad guy?"
"When did you think I had the time to do that? what centurary do you think this is that I have the time for that?"
"Look I'm sorry I forgot your name. Can we just wrap it up?"
"You know what? NAMELESS PERSON! Yeah, how's that feel?"
"Umm, ouch it hurts?" Dyno-mite heisted for a moment, unsure of what to say next. "So baaaad, my feelings my poor feelings?"
The bad guy dropped his head and Roxy sighed, " You are the worst actor ever"
Dynomite sighed "Well-"
"WORST! Don't try defend that. You know what I have just what you need to finally die. Gorilla come out here and take care of him.
Both Roxy and Dyno mite sighed heavily. The bad guy shrugged, "what?"
"You really going for the muscular black guy movie stereotype and you're naming him gorilla? that's really racist man. I mean seriously."
An actual silver back gorilla burst through the door at that moment. "I take back that whole racist thing." He said, pulling out his two guns.
Dynomite disappeared.
WAIT I WANTED TO SEE THAT.
SORRY BUT THE BATTLE IS ABOUT TO COMMENCE AND WE NEED OUR CHARACTERS.
THIS IS BULLSHIT, ONE
YOU ALWAYS SAY THAT, JUST LEAVE TWO ALONE.
BUT I STILL WANTED TO SEE IT.
FINE LOOK FOR YOURSELF, JEEZE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GOD.
The gods looked back down to the world below and found both the gorilla and the bad guy brutally murdered, there was silence say for the sound of a shower being turned on and, if you had the keenest ears or the ability to be an omnipresent being, you could hear the sound of bloody clothes being thrown onto the floor.
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?
I THINK SHE GOT TIRED OF WAITING ON HIM.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN GOT TIRED?
SHE GOT KIDNAPPED SIX TIMES, BUT SHE'S CLEARLY SMARTER THAN THE BAD GUY, ISN'T IT OBVIOUS.THIS IS JUST HER WAY OF HITTING ON DYNO-MITE. I MADE A GREAT HUMAN. BETTER THAN YOUR ONES.
HEY MINE'S PRETTY COOL. I MEAN JUST LOOK AT HIS POWERS.
OR LACK THEREOF
OH YES, I'M SURE YOUR PLAYERS WITH THEIR SPARKLING PERSONALITIES WILL DO GREAT.
I'M A GOD I CREATED THEM SO THEY WILL BE FINE!
WHAT EVER IT'S GONNA START SOON.
I NEED BETTER SEATS,
THEN CREATE THEM!!! LAZY ASS.
Dynomite blinked twice he was standing up straight but was looking down at the ground which appeared to be far away. What ever was happening couldn't have been happening. He was standing side ways in the inner walls. "This is not normal man!" He yelled.
SUSH YOU'RE MAKING NOISE, YOU'RE IN A DEATHMATCH. LAST MAN STANDING EVERYONE IS GOING TO TRY KILL YOU.
"Who are you?"
I'M A GOD.
"Rad man, is Jesus black?"
WHO?
"There goes my religious faith. So kill people? looks like they're dying anyway."
SOME AREN'T YO"LL SEE THEM GOOD LUCK
"Okay then" Dynomite made his way down the inner walls.
WHY DO YOU DO THAT, MESS WITH PEOPLE LIKE THAT?
IT'S FUN, WHY DO YOU GIVE BABIES DISEASES
TOUCHE'
CAN WE WATCH THE MATCH, AND IT'S YOUR TURN TO CREATE THE POPCORN.
MMMM POPCORN THAT WAS A GOOD IDEA. MAKING CORN ABLE TO DO THIS, SUCH A GOOD IDEA.
"Pebbles," Rocky said, "I believe we shall get up evil today."
"Excellent choice master, excellent,' the small, multi rocked creature bowed deeply. They then brought forward a pile of documents. Schemes, ruses, dastardly acts. Evil at her finest. Rocky plucked one plan from the pile and read it for a moment. Pebbles looked on hopefully, wringing her hands.
"By word, this shall put me into the record books as the most evil rock to have ever lived!!!!"
"Shall I begin writing record books master?"
"Yes, yes, get out of my hair." Rocky waved the pebble creature away. "Wait!"
"Yes master?!"
"I need you to fetch me 13 grams of sand. Dally and you will be replaced."
Pebbles yelped and rushed from Rocky's evil abode. Meanwhile Rocky mumbled random words over the document of pure evil. "Carry the 1 penguin over there.... attach that string..... laser that.... laser that too. Hmmmm yesssssheeehheeehehheeehehhh!"
Somewhere in this evil giggling a tall human man appeared behind the rock. Carrying a mallet it bend down to crush the evil mastermind. But.... bam!
"Got you, hero!!!!"
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
"Now.... you expect me to tell you my most devious plan?"
"Yesss, you're the villain here!"
"Hah! See, that's where villains get it wrong. They explain shit."
"How am I meant to foil it then?"
"You aren't!"
"Oh... wait... come on, I'm the hero!"
"Yes... I know!! Heheheheh!!!"
Rocky's giggle was highly affective, it caused the hero to faint.
"Pitiful hero, I hadn't even 'gotten' him at all. The rope was still in my hands. What a sucker."
-Well this is awful. My one chance to impress the Elder Gods with a hero of my choosing and he fails against a rock-
"Got you, god!!!!"
-Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!-
"Now, tell me about this choosing?"
-It's for a Deathmatch, a fight to the death between champions for us gods to look on to-
"Death.... my specialty! I am now the champion you have found." Rocky said, shaking the hand of the 'gotten' god.
-fine-
With that the evil rock was teleported to the arena. Outer Realm.
Potatrobot
07-16-2013, 02:17 PM
Intro post
Eleven hours ago the fleet of militarised drones were taking off from the runway of an aircraft carrier somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic. Their equipment: lethal. Their destination: a base of operations in the Middle East. Their purpose: classified.
For eleven hours the fifteen drones flew in intimidating silence — but for the roar of their engines — some two kilometres above the rocking ocean. Numbered One through to Fifteen, they flew in a triangular formation like a flock of tenpins. Drone One led the fleet, its specially shaped nose cone designed to pierce the air tension for its fourteen comrades while making this journey; its tattoo of stars and stripes catching the glorious sunlight.
It happened so fast. The eleventh hour ended along with the undisturbed nature of the flight as a green blip darted sideways across the radars of all fifteen drones, and the unidentifiable object it represented rocketed straight through their perfect formation. Nothing was hit, but alarm bells were ringing and defensive measures took control. The drones immediately split into two groups and peeled off to either side, with Drone One taking the left.
The object was undeniably faster than any drone could hope to match, so pursuit was negligible, but as the drones arranged themselves into two defensive formations and flew in the direction that the object passed, their radars indicated that it was coming back. The cameras on each drone were too slow to focus on the dark speck rapidly approaching them: before any clarity could be achieved, the object bounced upwards, increased its velocity, and curved back down before slamming into one of the two groups, and colliding with a drone. What happened at the point of contact was a mystery, but Drone Five was decimated instantly.
Back on the aircraft carrier, eleven hours away, a dark screen with fifteen green labels labelled D-1 through D-15 buzzed angrily as the label for D-5 went red. Alarms were sounding by this stage, and headsets were being put on as the personnel began to take manual control of the drones. No computer had the agile decision-making skills of a human brain.
The fourteen remaining drones broke up and spread out before turning around to face the anomaly, which was some five hundred metres in front of them and one thousand below, but it was climbing vertically, and fast. Drone Eight armed its minigun and (with clearance) opened fire. The bright yellow tracer bullets flew true but none landed; they seemed to disappear. No time passed between the bullets' disappearance and their reappearance beneath Drone Eight's underbelly; it was as if they were teleported there. In an instant they tore it to shreds.
Nobody on the aircraft carrier could explain what happened to the drone or why the label for D-8 turned red, but all bets were off. Drones Two, Three and Six deployed their miniguns and Drones Four, Seven, Eleven, and Nine brandished air-to-air missiles. On the agreed mark, they fired while the rest of the drones peeled away to take a different angle of approach. At the same time, the object darted forward in a narrow spiralling motion towards the attacking drones. It weaved among the artillery, dodging every threat, before charging again.
Three more labels went red: D-3, D-7, and D-9.
One of the missiles managed to trace the object's movement and made a wide loop before rocketing back towards it target. It was unfortunate that the Drone that it originated from was in the way. Drone Eleven was destroyed. Drone Fifteen, meanwhile, had positioned itself far away enough to try to get a look at what this thing was. It was only able to confirm that it was man-sized before it charged the drone in a curving motion. It fell to the sea in two, cleanly cut halves.
The one-sided fight eventually descended to a mere twenty metres above the churning waves littered with metal and fuel, with Drones Twelve, Ten, Two, Six, and Fourteen being destroyed in the process. Only Drones One, Four and Thirteen remained, and all three were in hot pursuit of the anomaly as it flew close enough to the water to necessitate extra caution, but only fast enough for them to keep pace. In a single, confusing instant, Drone Thirteen somehow moved directly in front of Drone Four and turned around 180 degrees. There was no time to react: they merged their nose cones in a spectacular explosion.
Now it was just Drone One and the anomaly, ten metres above sea level and two hundred apart. The drone finally acquired a lock on the dark speck it pursued, but instantly, that lock disappeared. One moment the speck was flying away from the drone, curving to the left. The next moment, it was on the right, and curving towards the drone. It closed in on the drone before the feed went dead and the final green label turned red.
However, the feed had given them one half-decent look at whatever it was. It was roughly man shaped, wearing what looked like a large dark cloak, and with two bright wing-like shapes behind its back. It held what looked like a scythe, and its arms were drawn back, ready to strike. From the blurry image it seemed that the drones had fought the angel of death.
The Storyteller watched the last of the flying machines sink into the ocean. He did not have to destroy them, but the xenophobic yet persistently explorative efforts of the civilised countries of the world and their attempts to map out every square inch of the vast and wonderful planet irked him so. He did not mean to cross their paths, but he wasn't sorry that he did; they could map out the bottom of the ocean now.
The Storyteller was an unheard-of deity of fantasy and storytime. He could blur the line between fantasy and reality to the point where the two were indistinguishable. If there was anything that existed in a story, be it a person, a creature, a tool, a spell, or a power, he could bring it into the mortal realm. The world used to be such a beautifully varied place, with room for both unwise humans and the beautiful creatures and magic they called 'myths'. But with the dawn of advanced civilisation, they truly became myths, extinct from the world but for those The Storyteller tried to save and protect. One of the ways he could protect them was to bring them into the world of fantasy, so that to the humans, they were nothing but story elements. He was working on making a safe haven for them, so that he could bring them back.
He floated above the waters, his dark brown cloak billowing in the wind. He could fly at will, simply by manipulating the laws of physics around him or by conjuring the ability to fly from any story in which humans flew without wings, but he insisted that he have wings anyway, merely for decoration. They were perfectly flat shapes made of a pale, translucent light that swirled with many colours, and they resembled eyes. They did not flap but rather just reared up behind his back in a very regal fashion. His staff, while modest on its own, was adorned with a scythe blade made from the same light-substance. Without a purpose, the blade seemed to retract into the staff and disappeared.
He was suddenly removed from the world, and he was faced with three beings he had not had the displeasure of seeing for nigh a century. In fact, he had not seen any of this nutty batch of deities for a long time overall. He suspected they had destroyed themselves. The world around them was pitch black and silent enough to make a grave sound like a screech metal concert.
"Still ruining the humans' toys, Storyteller?" one chided.
"I should have recognised your clumsy style of cross-dimensional kidnapping," The Storyteller replied, his head held high under the hood that hid all hut his chin. "But it's a pleasure to see you again."
"Not all of us prefer to perfect subtlety, Storyteller," the god went on, "but if you play hide and seek with a lesser race for as long as you have, you get the knack of it."
The Storyteller's mouth curled into a frown. One of the reasons he distanced himself from this lot was because they put him down for the scale at which he used his powers. He could forge a universe, and technically had, but he preferred the company of a phoenix or a unicorn to any of these morally bankrupt fucktards.
"Now, don't get upset," the god went on, "we've got some good news for you."
"You're finally retiring?" The Storyteller jested.
"Even better!" chimed in one of the other two gods. "We've selected you to participate in our deathmatch tournament!"
"The Timekeeper tells me those are a load of pain to manage." The Storyteller droned. "Looping time that frequently gives him a headache. But what would you have me do? Conjure monsters to challenge the contestants?"
"No, of course not!" laughed the third god. "You are a contestant!"
A short pause ensued. "Aren't you excited?!" the third god went on.
"Is this some kind of insult?!" The Storyteller boomed. The three gods before him seemed to shrivel. "That you would think me so low, on the same tier as a contestant?! You forget that I am one of you! To cast me in your little cock fight would be to cast yourselves—" he pointed at the gods with his staff "—or anyone else, for that matter!"
"Of course we don't!" crooned the third god as if she were assuring a toddler that its parents really really didn't want to put it up for adoption.
"But, you have to admit it," interjected the first god, "you pretty much confine yourself to Earth so that you're on that level. Don't get us wrong, you're definitely a god, but..."
"I don't cause enough widespread misery to fit in with you?" The Storyteller cut in.
"Well no, but-"
"I don't fuck enough of my close relatives?"
"Hey, that one one time!"
"I don't just end universes to get my kicks? I don't hurl planets full of life into yawning black holes? Stop me if I guess why I'm not a 'god' like you."
"Come on man, don't make this difficult, we're trying to involve you, at least!" the second god at least sounded sincere. That seemed to reach The Storyteller.
"Look," the first god took over the conversation. "The reason we're asking you is because... we need someone we can at least trust down on the field. Last time, the contestants banded together and tried to challenge us, and we had to wipe their memories. It was hilarious, but we can't let that happen again. We kind of need you to... go undercover. Stop stuff like that from happening."
There was another pause, after which The Storyteller reluctantly asked: "What is the contest like?"
"We get this really dangerous place, destroy it, and then repeat that destruction over and over again while the contestants fight on it. They fight to the death, but not really, because they get three shots at life, and they go back to their lives at the end anyway, so-"
"But I cannot die, you remember?" The Storyteller cut in. Surely they didn't forget his immortality.
"Yeah, about that: can you pretend to die if someone bests you? We'll just zap you out of there to respawn somewhere else and disqualify you if you 'die' three times, so no worries, right?"
"Then it wouldn't be a deathmatch, would it?"
"It would be more of a sport for you, wouldn't it?" the second god pressed. "You could fling monsters around to your heart's content! You love doing that, but here you don't have to keep it a secret!"
To the god's credit, The Storyteller did nod in consideration. "Very well. I will participate in your match."
"There you go!" the first god said happily. He turned to the other gods. "See, I told you he'd be cool!"
"Oh, I gotta say this before we put you in," the third god interrupted, "we have to confine you to the arena. We can't have you just leave whenever you want, so we'll just put you back in if you try to leave. Sounds fair?"
"You don't know fair." The Storyteller said blandly. "Now, show me this arena."
The Storyteller found himself standing on the very top of the observatory, overlooking all the destruction around him.
[Sorry this is late RL sux!]
There was a fight to be had and he was without a doubt the man to be having it, he was after all DYNO-MITE!!
His first steps on the inner wall were careful ones. He was, after all, standing sideways. It was something was not easy to get used to. It was as though the steel beneath his feet were the earth and the vision of the world hanging around him were the lie. Though shaky at first he still managed to move and gain speed until he could get running again. Before he knew it he was moving at a head long sprint, his nun chucks, hanging on his neck, both guns held firm.
People were being massacred all around, there was no place to look where there wasn't mass carnage. What hell this must have been for those caught within it but the he saw the world reset and the same carnage repeat. He fired ahead, two holes puncturing the steel before he once again waited.
He watched wide eyed as the steel simply recovered as though he had not done a thing to it. "This is one whacked out joint yo" He said shaking his head. There was much to fear about this place but he had work to do.
He jumped and the world ahead spun around and the sense of where up and down was flipped on its head and he fell though to the earth. He made a run for it running through a massive gaping entrance before running out and running back in. He was wide eyed and shocked. He was definitely not on earth but he spotted a man in rather odd dark clothes a man a little off from the others and since he wasn't wearing a hoody and it wasn't florida (XD) he felt rather safe.
Whipping out his nunchucks and twirling them as only a master could to took to attack his target, sneaking up behind the man.
"DYNO MITE!" He yelled swinging his nunchuck with viscous force to connect the weapon with the dark clad man's back, aiming for the spine.
But as soon as he made impact he was gone, jumping away and using the gravity machine to float to the middle of the structure itself and landing on the stairway, dyno mite wasn't dumb enough to wait for a reaction.
Dynominte tags Mortimus Grim
14/09/03
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 15/09/03
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 15/08/03
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 15/09/03
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 15/09/03
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 15/09/03
Bee Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 15/09/03
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 15/09/03
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Jacogos
07-21-2013, 11:54 PM
Finally finding the correct spell, Miranda quietly murmured a string of words that she hadn't spoken in quite a long time. The entire spell took around a minute to pronounce, and once it was done, she had to take in a quick breath before shoving her arms to either side. Her body flashed red once before an invisible surge pulsated from her body, covering the entirety of the battlefield. In moments, the surge gathered a fair amount of information, the majority of which was the layout of this battle zone she had been tossed into.
"Seven others, by my count... No... Eight... What is that small thing to the south....?" Miranda muttered to herself, peering across the open field of the Outer Realm. "No matter..." Returning to her own thoughts, the Archmage paused as she continued to process the information she had gathered magically.
This battlefield is.... wrong, she thought, her spell telling her no more than that. As it had traveled, parts of the field didn't seem to match up with what was there before, as if the entire area was.... shifting somehow. Frowning thoughtfully, Miranda moved on to the next part of her preparation.
This spell was much easier to find, as she used it quite often back on Oracion. A few choice words were spoken and light began to refract around her form, a bubble of anti-light created that turned her the nearest thing to invisible next to stepping into another realm of travel. In a place you did not know, that was dangerous. This, however, would protect her from most others from spotting her off-hand.
Moving was the only problem. The more she moved, the quicker the spell had to compensate for the changing environment and light and thus would 'shimmer' more. Moving slowly helped rectify this problem, but that was inconvenient. At a distance of more than fifty feet, it would be nigh impossible to see the shimmer in this lighting, and she had a clear view for far beyond that. Satisfied, Miranda began to float forward, standing straight now, towards the massive power source that she had felt was on the observatory's outer walls.
Non-Attacking Post
15/09/03
DoughGuy
07-22-2013, 12:36 AM
The blackness around him was absolute, a stark void in which nothing moved. The boy was used to this by now however and it did not bother him. In truth it had never bothered him since the incident for he had changed that day. The dark was no longer something to be feared, for it was the only shelter from the light. Even if the light was not what he truly feared. He wondered why the eye had brought him here, what goal it had in this place of death, for it had been silent since his arrival.
There.
A single word spoke in his mind and his vision changed for the first time since he had arrived. For a second he saw the world as it appeared to those with sight in his mind, a storm wracked ruin. He saw the wall he was on and land beyond, the outer realm that was filled with destruction and the tools which had caused it. Before he could turn his head and view the structure behind him it faded to black. Yet there was light now within his void no. A figure of yellow energy shaped like a woman which was moving through the world towards him. She had not been there during his brief glimpse of the real world.
His vacant eye sockets turned towards her form, it would be obvious to the woman he could see her despite her apparent invisibility. She tries to hide in the dark using the light. But that will not hide her from me. The eye said nothing more nor gave any further sight, leaving Kuren to simply stand there watching her move across what he knew was a wasteland, but saw only as darkness.
Non attacking post
15/9/3
Rocky had expected death and fighting as soon as he entered, but it was strangely quiet. The rock plucked himself out of rubble and looked around. Nothing much
But that suited him just fine, he ducked back behind cover and planned his moves. Dammit, where was Pebbles to hand him a pile of documents. She hadn't even brought him back the sand!
"Perhaps it is time for a new underling."
After trying to draw on the ground Rocky gave up on that idea. Plucking his eye out, he muttered, "just gotta set the timer to maximum," he fiddled with his eye. Then with all his might, threw it high into the air.
It spun and spun giving him insight to this strange land. Well as much as he could take in from the spiralled imagery. Then his eye exploded.
It was unfortunate for The Storyteller that he stood close to the explosion and was knocked from his feet.
Rocky tags The Storyteller
14/09/03
Bee Bear
07-22-2013, 11:49 AM
The chaos of the Docking Station was rather exhilarating. Luigsech couldn't get over the fact that she was there, alone, and still having fun. She had to stay on her toes, had to keep her eyes peeled and alert. Every movement posed a deadly threat and every sound - well, almost every sound, the screams of the dying weren't dangerous - caught her attention.
She could feel a tension in the air - a tension she was used to. The ancient warrior had been in countless wars, big and small. She knew the smell of it, the taste of it on her tongue, and the way her fingertips tingled just before it began.
Or perhaps she was just coming down with a cold.
She shrugged and sidestepped a huge metal crate that was flung across the room by an explosion.
Jump, skip, twirl and dodge. Repeat.
Jump, skip, twirl and dodge and ... hey! What was that?
From the corner of her eye she'd seen a figure, a real, living figure - not a ghost of a memory, a spirit trapped in the endless cycle of death - move swiftly past her at some distance. He didn't seem to notice her there, and before she could blink he was gone again.
But that was enough for Luigsech. Her lips stretched into a huge, delighted grin. "A target!" she cried and clapped her hands together. Then without further ado she pulled a 'special' arrow out of the quiver on her back and nocked it in her beloved bow, Rose.
"Go find him, my lovely," she purred, speaking to the arrow. It glowed purple for a second before she released it. Once free it sliced through the air, but instead of going in a straight line, it curved, arched, twirled and swiftly made its way out of the maze of moving objects in the Docking Station. It followed in Dino Mite's exact path, but moved much more quickly. Soon it caught up with him and with a high whine it hit him in the center of his back. Instead of cutting through his flesh like a normal arrow would have, it passed entirely through him with out meeting any resistance. To Dino Mite it would have felt like being hit by a baseball bat.
Luigsech tags Dino Mite
14/09/03
Potatrobot
07-22-2013, 01:51 PM
The Storyteller recovered from the explosion by flying backwards in a loop, light wings extended, and landed lightly on his feet again. He had been attacked, which was all he needed to begin the beat down. There on top of the ever-exploding observatory, The Storyteller raised his arms and staff, and began to blur the line between fantasy and reality. He would not start small this time around, he would demonstrate his power with no restraint.
Down at ground level, the air began to shimmer and ripple, and it wasn't due to Miranda. The very air twenty five feet above the ground opened and grew, widening with every passing second. The space around it rippled as the opening spread wider and wider, revealing an ovular portal of black and purple, with black lightning snapping about the edges. It grew and grew until it was fifty feet tall and twenty wide, before stopping, ominous and intimidating.
A hissing snarl emanated from the portal, and through the solid black and purple surface, came an enormous reptilian head. And another. And another. The three draconian monsters seemed to have necks that never ended for how long they were before the single body of the creature finally emerged fro the portal, which closed behind it. It was enormous, barely squeezing through the fifty-foot high portal, and covered in metallic grey scales, with four thick legs, a powerful tail, and three monstrous heads.
There was a moment of quiet as the hydra drew breath before its heads all roared in unison; a deafening wail of unearthly volume and pitch. The monster began to prowl around the ground level of the arena, its three heads questing for something to swallow.
A scent. One of the heads had found the scent of something living, although it could not see anything. Its triplets caught it too, and soon all six eyes were bearing down on the volume of air that Miranda occupied. With unstoppable force it charged forward, its heavy, taloned feet causing massive tremors with every step. Its mouths opened wide, revealing multiple rows of needle-like teeth and forked tongues as long as a bus and twice as strong. With every massive step, the scent grew stronger, and the hydra prepared to lunge at Miranda.
It just happened to step on Rocky on the way, crushing the stone underfoot.
The Storyteller smiled, happy with his summon. The creature would obey him, but he would let it roam first, and do what damage it would do. Calling forth the world of fantasy again, he turned his dark cloak into an invisibility cloak, rendering him perfectly invisible. He lifted off form the ground, this time without his favoured wings, and began to fly in wide circles around the roof of the toppling observatory.
________________________________________
The Storyteller tags Rocky via Hydra
14/08/03
Jacogos
07-22-2013, 09:50 PM
Miranda slowly made her way through the vehicle-littered field, her head swiveling about as her eyes danced across the open field, careful to keep watch for anything living and dangerous. Miranda frowned. That made her realize the possibility of facing undead in this 'Deathmatch'... That would be troubling.
It was about then that she noticed a being on top of the Outer Wall, a small thing that, from this distance, might have been a dwarf or a young Chosen. Would they even allow children into such an arena? Miranda wondered, her short dealings with the three gods giving her the rather displeasing answer to that particular question. Even from this distance, however, Miranda could feel the being's eyes on her. It knows I'm here...
Movement to her side. Miranda glanced to her left to see what it was, but there was nothing again. Wasn't that the direction of that lesser being...? she thought to herself, looking upward. She could have sworn...
The explosion that lit up the sky near the top of the observatory told her what she had seen moving. A bomb, of some sort. Magic? Or that blackpowder nonsense that the dwarves had made? Opening her Lexicon, Miranda began to search for a new spell.
She didn't get very far, however, before a disturbance further to her left drew her attention away from her spellbook. Eyes widening, the Archmage watched in horror as a massive beast crawled from a rift in reality. It roared, earth and air shaking from its sheer size. Then, its heads turned towards her.
Scent... I forgot about the sense of smell... Miranda thought idly. Releasing the invisibility spell, Miranda quickly turned to a different page, her Lexicon allowing her easy access to this particular spell. Three short words leapt from her tongue, and energy coalesced in front of her.
A rather large fireball sprung from the formation, rocketing towards the hydra and slamming into its center mass. It recoiled slightly and missed a step, but otherwise shrugged off the hit, rushing to chow down on the Archmage. Miranda sniffed in annoyance and spoke another word, a single syllable for ease-of-use.
The hydra's maw clamped down on empty air as Miranda teleported elsewhere, about twenty feet towards the wall. More words formed on her lips as she began casting more spells, her memory working in overdrive so that she didn't have to look at the book.
Two massive pillars of stone rose up from the ground beside the hydra, stopping a mere ten feet taller than the enormous beast. Another barked syllable spread them into thick walls, almost as wide as the hydra. Even as it lunged forward again, Miranda spoke another four words, and clapped her hands together. The two walls of stone rushed towards each other, aiming to squish the hydra. It was not enough. The rocks crumbled on impact, which buried the monster, allowing Miranda a short moment to breathe and think up a new plan. The ground shook as the monster rose to its feet again, shaking off massive blocks of stone.
One of these stones landed directly on Rocky, adding insult to injury from before.
Lunging forward with one head, the hydra just narrowly missed the mage's arm. Miranda floated aside, searching through her book unhurriedly for the spell she needed. The hydra continued to snap at her, ever bite closer and closer to her, until finally she found the spell.
"Hold still..." she murmured, shouting another word of power at the hydra. Immediately the beast went rigid, unable to move as magical power formed around it, halting it in place. Another string of words, an entire paragraph in fact, began to flow from her mouth as a dark red aura surrounded her. There was a short pause after she was done, a faint rumbling coming from the hydra. The pause went through seconds, and Miranda frowned.
"Oh, that's right. I have to release the hold," she said with a smirk, barking another syllable at her victim.
As soon as the magical hold was released, the hydra exploded from within, guts, gore, blood, bones, and every other sort of deathly reward spilling across the outer realm. Rocky probably got the worst of it, drowning in a sea of hydra feces.
"Very well, then..." Miranda giggled, releasing the small shield she had used to keep herself clean. She now turned her attention to the one on the wall.
Miranda tags Rocky via murdering the hydra
14/09/03
DoughGuy
07-23-2013, 03:10 AM
Kuren watched the battle going on within the structure with boredom. He saw now that there were more here than just him and the woman, and that the others would fight amongst themselves and he killed who the eye dictated. It would indeed be a place of death. The woman was powerful indeed and had many spells at her disposal. The paralyzing and destruction of such a large beast was no easy feat. He wondered if the eye would be capable of such feats.
His face drew tight suddenly as if he was in great pain. From within his left eye socket a bluish red glow emerged as the eye pushed itself onto his face. He held his scream in knowing it would punish him if he made a sound. No power is greater than my own. the Eye hissed at him.
As Miranda turned it would see as if the boy had gone, disappeared to nowhere in the time she had been fighting the hydra. Before she could ponder this there was a great rumbling behind her. Turning she would see the ocean of remains behind her explode suddenly. A wave of filth covered her before she could dodge, a roiling miasma of brown and red liquid as shards of bone carried by its current slashed her skin. A cacophony of deathly wails assaulted her ear as if the hydra's death screams had been preserved in its remains and were now unleashed upon its killer.
The sound grew and grew without pause, the pitch rising to levels she was sure no person could hear without going deaf. Yet it rose still, as the liquid she was trapped within also showed no end, flooding into her mouth and nose as she fought to stay afloat. She felt a blood vessel in her ears pop in agony and fresh pain flooded her body, somehow sharper than that caused by the sound.
And then it was over. She was standing where she had stood and killed the hydra. Behind her its remains were clam and inanimate. And it was silent. She could feel blood dripping from her right ear but knew she could hear still as a small noise to her left caught her attention. The young boy from earlier walked from behind a wall, staring at her with his vacant eye sockets. His head tilted in young curiosity towards her, "Are you okay ma'am? I heard you screaming."
Kuren tags Miranda via illusion
14/9/3
Potatrobot
07-23-2013, 05:06 AM
The Storyteller looked down upon the remains of the hydra, its killer, and her attacker. Such a wonderful display of magic, with nobody to disturb them but each other. That was what he appreciated: no government swooped down and intervened, tried to study them, or abduct them. No, they were left to their own devices.
I like the mage... he contemplated as he circled high, high overhead, still invisible. Such intuitiveness, and quickness of pace. And the boy there, oh...
He lowered his flight slightly, although he was still circling the top of the observatory.
I don't know what you are. But that was clever, using the beast's highly venomous blood to attack.
Rocky, having been bathed in the toxic blood of the hydra, was finally killed.
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The Storyteller frags Rocky (hydra blood is uber poisonous)
13/08/03
La Volpe
07-24-2013, 08:51 PM
Mortimus was not happy. Not at all. Here he was trying to figure out what he was going to do here in this glorious arena of death and destruction, the next he's hammered in the back by some obnoxious fool who was screaming about something. The blow had hit him hard, making him drop to one knee even. It was a impressive feet. One he would pay back by ripping off the strangers head off and bludgeoning his loved ones with it. Getting up, Mortimus looked around himself again, his eyes going wide as he saw a Hydra appear in all its primal fury.
"So the fun is over in that direction." He growled, his fist tightening around Abyss's hilt. But as he began to make his way towards the mighty behemoth, he watched a magical barrage slay the beast in a matter of seconds. He was impressed to say the least. Shaking his head, Mortimus began to laugh like a mad man, suddenly picking up his pace, rushing off in the direction of all the fun.
Slowing his pace, Mortimus moved around the Hydra's carcass, taking extreme care to avoid the acidic blood that covered the ground. His eyes locked onto two people as he rounded the beast. A floating girl who oozed extreme magical powers, and a rather disturbing young child who had no eyes. With a savage grin, Mortimus ignited his sword in blueish green fire with a simple thought, and pointed the blade at the pair.
"Now which one of you killed the big beast?" He asked, his pale eyes darting between the two. Who ever claimed the kill would die first. He didn't want someone with that kind of power just running a muck. But as he looked at the two, something changed in the mind of the dark knight.
"Ah, fuck it. I'll find out the fun way!" He roared, gripping Abyss in both hands suddenly, and with a grin of pure madness, Mortimus swung the evil sword launching a wide wave of fire at both of the people in front of him. He'd sort out the details later.
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Mortimus tags Miranda via Flame Blast
14/8/3
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 14/07/03
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/08/03
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 14/07/03
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 14/09/03
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 14/06/02
-Dead-
Queen Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 14/09/03
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 15/09/03
SQJPure (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)- 14/08/03
Jeremor (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)- 14/09/03
Phoenix (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)- 15/09/03
DoughGuy
07-25-2013, 12:42 PM
As the fireball raced towards the woman Kuren stepped backwards so he wasn't in Miranda's line of sight. He stared at the newcomer with a look of hatred, though the lack of eyes made the expression hard to read. "Look out!" he cried, every bit the voice of a young boy in danger, even as the Eye emerged. This time it gave him warning and he allowed it to reveal itself painlessly. The glowing orb was duller than before though its surface was no less chaotic.
Suddenly Mortimus was no longer in the battlefield facing two foes. He was in a pitch black room, strung up by chains attached to his arms and legs that pulled enough to cause his body discomfort. No matter how hard he struggled he could not breka free and any attempts to use his magic produced nothing. His armour was gone and replaced with a soft fabric tunic which covered his body, though the colour was impossible to see. Without warning a blazing light appeared overhead. Looking up he would see a gigantic flaming golden sword hovering overheard.
A booming voice issued from the sword, every syllable a thunderclap which caused the man to wince, "Mortimus Grim, your killings end here." Slowly, inch by inch the giant sword descended. Its tip touched the nape of his neck and sent pain flaring across his body. The swords flames seemed to dive into the wound as the sword pushed deeper and deeper, crushing his spine and tearing through his body. Every second was pure agony for the knight yet there seemed to be no end. Just as the blade felt like it were to pass through it would shift upwards and his body would heal, the process repeating itself.
Just when he could take no more it all disappeared. He was standing back on the battlefield facing the woman who he had attacked though he could not seethe boy. He could however feel a wetness on the left side of his neck with pain as he moved, blood was flowing from a cut in his neck. His hair was also missing on the same side, the missing strands on the ground at his feet. Turning around he would see the boy staring at him with his vacant eye sockets. "Don't hurt her." he hissed, blood dripping off his sword.
Kuren tags Mortimus vie illusion slash.
13/9/3
Bee Bear
07-25-2013, 12:50 PM
"Yes!" Luigsech cried and triumphantly punched the air. "I got one!" She was, of course, used to hitting her targets. In all her long years as a hunter she'd never missed a shot. But she still felt the same exhilaration when her arrow reached its target as the very first time she brought down a wild rabbit for her dinner.
Happily humming to herself over the screams of the dying, she ran from the Docking Station in search of more enemies. There was so much to explore she could barely decide where to go first. But whether by design or mere coincidence she headed for the observatory. There she found herself playing witness to quite a sight. She was fascinated by the magic on display, and the people, but found her attention drawn most to the silent watcher. He was the one who'd summoned the hydra, she saw. What a formidable foe! She wondered what he'd do if she shot at him now, before he was aware of her presence.
She had a normal arrow nocked and ready to be fired when The Storyteller drew what appeared to be a cloak around himself and became completely invisible.
"Ha!" Luigsech laughed. "Lovely!" She replaced the arrow she'd prepared with another one of her enchanted arrows and let it fly without any hesitation. It didn't matter that she couldn't see her target any more - she'd seen him for a split second and so the arrow would find him wherever he was.
Secure in the knowledge that it would hit him, she turned and hopped away. She doubted an opponent as powerful as that would just sit there and do nothing after being attacked.
Luigsech tags the Storyteller
13/09/03
Jeremor
07-25-2013, 01:36 PM
Intro Post - Outer Realms
A figure in black alighted on the top of a ruined tower, the very pinnacle top of some sort of antenna array. With a cloak of the deepest ebony wrapped around him, only a tuft of white spilling out from the front of his neck. It was a handkerchief of silk, shiny and expensive looking. The large broad-shouldered man looked expensive in all of the things he wore, from his tailored suit to his golden jewelry with giant rubies inlaid. And then there was the encrusted scabbard of a gently curving saber at his side, just poking out beneath his cloak. His hair was streaming black, with just a few little grey streaks. The beard on his chin was entirely coal black and his eyes were red.
"I vonder how many snacks a'vait me." Mused the man, Count Lupei. Cracking open his mouth, he licked an elongated canine tooth. "Mua-ha-ha, while Count Lupei hungers again, the living shall tremble! Mua-ha-ha-ha!"
Laughing, the Count flung back his black cloak and walked off the tower to fall gently to the ground. Gliding even more smoothly than the reduced gravity should allow him. His polished boots crunched on the ground softly as his cloaked streamed behind him with an ethereal slowness. The vampire lord walked on toward the other areas of the station, to find his first meal.
Count Ivan Lupei
14/9/3
Potatrobot
07-25-2013, 01:49 PM
"Pta!" The Storyteller spat as an arrow lodged itself in his back. With a wave of his hand the cloak around him returned to its normal, tangible state and he extruded his light wings. With a light tug he yanked the arrow out of his back.
"Enchanted..." he muttered. His task here was mainly to stop the contestants from forming alliances, but with the arrow distracting him from what seemed to be Kuren's defensive attitude towards Miranda, that might be left unchecked in the near future. Now, he would find the arrow's source and, no matter the cost, punish it.
"Reveal your owner." The Storyteller chanted to the arrow, as it floated out of his hand, spun around like a compass, and darted through the air towards Luigsech. Within a second, he was following the arrow, flying at impossible speeds. He prepared his staff as he flew: a long sword blade made of the same solid light material as his wings and the scythe blade he used to destroy the drones extruded from the head of the staff, and he shifted his grip to the very bottom end.
Luigsech may have been thrilled by her hit, but she had incited the wrath of a deity. This became apparent when the very arrow she fired at The Storyteller whistled through the air and skewered her hand to her bow. Using it would be challenging beyond comprehension. The second sign of her folly was when The Storyteller himself rocketed past the hunter, just to her right, while at the same time swinging his bladed staff at her. The result was a deep gash along her flank, which would more than likely hinder movement for her until she was killed and respawned.
Satisfied with the harm he had inflicted, The Storyteller opened another portal, disappearing into his Dark Realm, before opening a portal some hundred feet above the ground where Miranda, Juren, and Mortimus contested each other. He closed the portals behind him.
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The Storyteller tags Luigsech
12/07/03
Jacogos
07-25-2013, 06:21 PM
Two things happened in a short span of time, leaving the Archmage with little to do but float there stunned. Whatever had happened in her mind or otherwise was truly chilling to the bone. Had she been a lesser being, the pain she had endured would have shattered her mind beyond repair.
As it were, when Miranda came out of the illusion to notice the small boy at her side, lacking eyes that would have made her shudder if she was not so shocked from the mental pain. Because of this distraction, she could do nothing about the boy's warning, a wash of fire engulfing her from below that caused her to spiral back from the impact.
Though her tome was untouched, the Chosen was not, flames licking her body as she frantically racked her brain for an emergency spell. It was all she could do not to scream the words that snuffed the fires out, panting heavily from the pain both mental and now physical.
Her eyes flashed dangerously towards her aggressor, a man in dark armor that stood menacingly on the ground.
"You like to play with fire, mortal...?" Miranda hissed, not even noticing the child beside her. Even when he suddenly appeared near Mortimus Grim, Miranda paid him no mind. Her anger was focused on the dark one. "Here, then. Let me show you true fire!"
Words flowed from her mouth like a river, magical aura consuming her in a radiant light. Almost immediately a pillar of earth erupted from the ground beneath Mortimus Grim's feet, launching him into the air. It drew to a sudden stop, but a shield of air prevented him from being anything but strapped to the pillar, spread eagle.
More words of power were uttered. Chains shot forth from the pillar, binding Mortimus hand and foot to the pillar, wrapping around his body like a living suit of armor. They dug into his skin and threatened to split him asunder, but stopped short of that just barely. They rubbed him raw, but Miranda was not finished.
Flames began to creep around him, heating the metal chains to unnatural temperatures. By this point, he was screaming; no one short of a god wouldn't. As the superheated chains dug into him, flashing white-hot from the fires, the earth rumbled beneath him, Miranda's pillar of earth quivering from the newest spell added to its arsenal.
A single point on the pillar, the center of it that lay just underneath the base of his spine, began to ooze lava, slowly spreading along the entirety of the pillar's face. His body would melt, roasting alive from the magma. Screams became wordless, nearing a pitch that most men could not achieve naturally.
But Miranda was not yet satisfied. And Mortimus Grim was not yet dead.
Light lit up the sky as a torrent of fire shot from the heavens. White fire, Holy fire, speared down from nothingness like a gift from the gods. It struck the man dead-on, incinerating him even as he yet lived until nothing remained but his cinders and the melted remains of the his chains. Releasing the magic, Miranda let her hands drop, her body descending to the ground once more. Her magic was nearly spent. That's what I get for letting anger rule me... she tsk'd irritably.
Miranda frags Mortimus Grim
13/07/03
The Imposter
07-25-2013, 09:03 PM
The magic show that was taking place quickly drew the attention of one lowly minstrel. Who had now arrived on the outlying edges of this new stage. Dramatically he let out a loud sigh, only to find it swallowed by the chaos around him. So much noise, so much action. How on earth would he ever be able to showcase why he should be included in such festivities.
His eyes gazed longingly at the young mage who had just exerted so much magical energy. She must be spent. Mol thought watching waves of colour dance brilliantly off of her body. For a moment the minstrel's thoughts were paused as if some cosmic entity had brought the two together in some previous existence and tried to force the bard to help the mage. However such a thing passed only briefly as ice all around him begun to form, connecting growing making a large almost crystalline megaphone. Holding Chester deftly the tricky minstrel began to play.
There once was a girl
Who journeyed into another world
Holding her beloved book
Shall we take a look?
Her lust for the livre was intense
How she craved it's power alone
So of course they all watched
As she tried her best to.....SWALLOW that old tome!
As the singing blasted out of the ice Miranda found herself subject to the songs will. She desperately tried to stop herself from lifting the book and begin to try to fit it in her mouth. Gagging desperately her eyes began to water as she tried to shake the hold the song had on her. The futile attempts remained unsuccessful as her hands kept forcing the book in her mouth. A loud snap rang out from her as her jaw broke and she collapsed to the ground. Her hands continuing to force the mighty tome into her throat until she suffocated herself and her body laid motionless.
'Thank-you!'
Mol's words rang out horridly from across the way, content with what his song accomplished. The ice collapsed and fluidly followed him as he ran through the vehicle entrance.
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Mol frags Miranda
14/09/03
Jacogos
07-25-2013, 11:17 PM
Miranda floated... somewhere (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cottwbDUYnA). As her body and mind regained the ability to comprehend its own thoughts, the archmage realized that she yet remembered how she had died. How she had died.
She had died.
Rage overcame her at the humility of it. Forced to attempt swallowing her own book, failing to do so resulting in the simple end of her life as if she was nothing more than a common sow forced to be the plaything for another mage.
Her rage only faded as she realized that she could do little more than exercise her mind, her body as rigid and lifeless as it had been not mere moments before. Had it been moments? She was uncertain. Time seemed to be still, and yet everything moved about her vision like multicolored clouds. Or perhaps they were mushrooms.
"Hey look. She's awake!" a voice cried. Oh by the heavens, not again... Miranda thought irritably.
"Good on ya, getting a kill in before getting done in by the porn-star magician," a different voice said, the leader one. "Shame it had to end there."
"But that's the catch, right?" the third interjected. "It's not over until its over!"
"Good point."
"What the bloody flaming hell are you talking about?" Miranda managed, her mouth moving where her limbs failed.
"Round 2!" one exclaimed.
"Or rather, you get a second life," another added.
"A 1-up!"
"Oh she won't understand that reference."
"Regardless, up and at 'em! You get three lives this game. Probably should've mentioned that. That was your first, as you remember. Any questions?"
"Er- yes, can-"
"Time's up! Ta-ta!"
And they were gone.
Miranda blinked. Back where she had first spawned. Whether out of necessity or stubbornness, the Chosen did not know. Barely held back anger flared up behind her cool, calm mask. There would be debt to pay to that man, but for now she would see how affairs lay... She spent a moment re-erecting the spells that she had had on her person before she died, then used the teleportation spell again to where she remembered a certain person was.
"Unless I miss my guess, you are the one who unleashed that hydra on me..." Miranda said as she appeared next to the Storyteller. "One hesitates to wonder where one might obtain that amount of power..."
Non-attacking Post
13/06/02
Potatrobot
07-25-2013, 11:19 PM
The Storyteller was torn by Mol's display. On one hand, he had forced the mage to swallow her spell book in a revolting display of dark magic, but on the other hand, he had done it entirely through prose. The man, in his own way, was also a storyteller, and The Storyteller couldn't help but respect him for it.
He shook his head under his massive hood. He was here to prevent alliances from being formed, not form them himself. It did not help that he had already come across a hunter in a dark brown cloak like he wore and a man who conducted magic through stories like he did, who could have become potential allies if he was not tasked with preventing such a thing. He had to attack these contestants. However, only one had opted to attack him, so with an enemy already made, The Storyteller found it unwise to make more out of contestants who were only potential threats, not ongoing ones.
He turned around and faced the building — massive, impressive, and perpetually toppling — and lifted his staff. A very wide portal opened directly above the tower, albeit about a kilometre above it, and out of it fell a very confused sperm whale and a disgruntled bowl of petunias. Down they fell, the whale thinking new and exciting thoughts and the petunias very angry and frustrated ones, before they fell through the hole in the roof of the observatory. The whale tore a hole in the floor, dying quickly from the impact and splattering into hundreds of meaty pieces that were carried away with the observatory personnel back out into space. The bowl of petunias simply fell through the hole and hit Luigsech on the head.
The Storyteller had himself a little laugh. He preferred to draw from old stories, but new ones often sufficed. It was almost comical to use such random and bizarre story elements, but stories they were, and they answered to him.
"Unless I miss my guess," said a voice beside him, "you are the one who unleashed that hydra on me..."
The Storyteller turned to find the mage just next to him, although he pondered which spell she had used to float up there, near a hundred feet above the ground.
"One hesitates to wonder where one might obtain that amount of power..."
"You must recognise my doorways." The Storyteller said calmly, closing the one he had just opened for the whale and flowers. "However, the Lernaean hydra was not meant for you specifically, unless you were the one that attacked me with an explosive orb. Nonetheless, I was impressed by your abilities. You conquered the beast quickly and creatively, yet here I was expecting somebody to decapitate it."
He paused then, laughing quietly, and then stopped.
"I wield far more power than you can imagine, mage, but I lend myself to restraint. As for where I obtained it?"
He turned away slightly. "I have had it for as long as there have been stories to tell, when magic ruled the Earth over bureaucracy, but I draw it from the creations of man's mind. Bureaucracy binds their bodies but their minds roam free, and they create places where the magic they destroyed still thrives. That is my domain."
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The Storyteller tags Luigsech
11/07/03
If the layout of the observatory according to what I've written deviates from the actual layout, let me know and I'll try to make it more consistent. I still think a rough map of the top and side views of the arena would be good for putting things in perspective.
DoughGuy
07-26-2013, 12:50 AM
iKuren gaze of hatred shifted from the now dead knight to the loudmouth singer. His alliance was now lost unless he could find her again. The one who fancies himself a god lies above us, we will deal with him soon. But first teach this fool not to meddle in our plans. The Eye emerged once again even as it alerted him to Miranda's presence above, next to the so called deity. He angled his head downwards slightly though glared up at the minstrel.
The running Minstrel suddenly found it harder for him to escape. The ground underneath turning into a marshy bog that sucked at his feet and tried to swallow him. He tried to pull harder and freeze the marsh over but his magic was simply swallowed by the bog as well. Inch by inch he was pulled downwards, the cold metal he had been running on bubbling and rippling in ways it should not. With one final suck it pulled him down into it completely, washing over his head and trapping him within.
The liquid metal flowed into his mouth and nostrils clogging them an preventing him breathing. He couldn't even gasp for air as it turned solid once it was within him, a cold steel against his teeth. The liquid outside began to push the solid parts deeper within, solidifying as it entered his body. Sharp edges sliced into his inside as it scraped into his stomach. It was unbearably painful, made all the worse by his inability to scream. Finally he felt his mind go numb from the lack of air and began to drift into the void.
When he awoke suddenly. The minstrel dropped to the ground and sucked in huge lungfuls of air. Whatever power the illusion had held had been strong enough to stop him breathing in the real world and he could feel his lungs aching from the effects of it. Breathing would be painful for awhile.
The Eye returned into Kuren's body as he looked up to Miranda and the Storyteller. He wondered what they would do, they appeared to be talking. For now he just waited.
Kuren tages Mol vie Suffocation Illusion
12/9/3
Jacogos
07-26-2013, 01:58 AM
Tendrils of Miranda's last spell, a slight upgrade of the detection spell she had cast upon her original spawning into this realm, allowed her to witness the Storyteller's actions even as they happened to the odd little woman who ran amongst the more powerful beings of this battle. She allowed herself to smile slightly, listening to the deity's words with interest far beyond normal for her.
"I'll believe you when you say it wasn't meant for me. As you can tell, I would not demean myself with such a simple spell to harm someone. No, I think whatever caused that explosion is gone now..." Which is strange. If these gods spoke the truth, that little rock-being should still be around here somewhere. He didn't show up to my spell this time... Shaking her head at the oddity of it, Miranda now turned her attention on the woman that the Storyteller was focusing on.
"Here. Allow me..." she murmured, immediately beginning to recite a spell that lay before her on the pages of her lexicon, yet another complex paragraph of words. It wasn't the size of the spell, this time, but rather the intricacies of it. Her hands wove just as much as her lips did, and a small green wisp appeared above her outstretched palm at the end of the tirade, floating a mere inch above. It was indeed a wisp, small, orb-shaped, and possibly made of fire and wind. Or just pure magic. It was hard to tell. Smiling to herself, Miranda blew at it softly, and the wisp took off in Luigsech's direction.
The complexity of the spell was not its execution, but rather its intelligence. It was a 'smart spell' if you will, one that homed in on a specific target and decided what to do once there. It used only as much energy as it was given, and if it used all that up trying to chase the target, it would snuff out. However, that wasn't a problem here. Within moments the wisp had caught up with the archer and only a second more was needed to process a suitable execution.
It floated about her head even as she moved, staring up at the wisp cautiously. She had just been hit on the head by a pot of petunias; what more could the world throw at her? Drawing her bow, she prepared to fire at it but was instead halted when, seemingly out of the empty air just a bit above her and to her right, a pointed rod of steel struck at her, piercing her through her bow-hand that had already been injured this life. Yelping in pain, Luigsech tried to remove her hand, but the rod extended all the way to the ground from where it had originated in mid air and stuck there. It would be agony to try and remove her hand any other way but from the top.
Yet, even as she thought this, another rod appeared and speared her through her opposite leg, pinning her in place. And then another appeared and stabbed her in the foot. And another. And another. And another until her body was completely immobile, speared through in so many places that she looked like a grotesque work of art. A living work of art. The last rod to appear came up into her spine, digging through it and out through her brain. When this happened, the rest of the rods disappeared, leaving Luigsech hanging there like a victim of the late Vlad the Impaler.
"To victory," Miranda tittered, holding aloft a glass of alcohol in appreciation. It was a drink from her home planet, made from a fruit called the 'kurrakurraberry'. In practice, it was basically Earth's wine. She sipped from it delicately as she awaited the Storyteller's reaction.
Miranda frags Luigsech
12/06/02
Potatrobot
07-26-2013, 03:12 PM
"Very interesting." The Storyteller remarked. "A very complex spell, no doubt. Thank you."
He felt the need to return the favour.
"Now, allow me." He smiled, turning towards the base of the tower and lifting his staff up horizontally.
Mol, having just recovered from a truly terrifying experience at the hands of Kuren, was trying to resume his course through the vehicle entrance of the observatory, and he would have made progress if two massive hands didn't knock him back down onto the ground, in full view of everyone on the ground level of the arena. The hands belonged to a giant man made of clay with a strip of metal sealing a crack in its chest, commonly referred to as a Golem in Jewish folklore.
The Storyteller put his staff where the ground would be if he was standing on it and it stayed there, floating beside him. He put this hands together under the sleeves of his cloak and laughed lightly. "I very much like this one." He told Miranda. "It's mostly a disastrous thing, but you can command it by placing leaves of paper with directions written on them into its mouth. Of course, it obeys me, but I think you'll appreciate it as... a small token. It's yours."
He took his hands out of his sleeves to reveal a glass of Victory Gin. "Indeed, to victory." They clinked their glasses and drank as the Golem pulled Mol back by the leg, kicking and screaming, and tried to step on him. It was very slow compared to Mol's desperately quick movements, although it eventually picked him up and began to squeeze his torso between its strong, clay hands.
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The Storyteller tags Mol Ester
10/07/03
DoughGuy
07-26-2013, 11:33 PM
Kuren watched the Golem squeezing the man with a mixture of happiness and annoyance. The deity even now attempted to interfere with his plans. It was about time he showed the man a lesson. The Eye emerged once again.
Suddenly the golem found the human it had been squeezing was no longer a human. Instead it found it to be a rapidly dissolving stone. For any sentient being this would have been a very confusing development, but for the golem it was simply a interruption to its task. It looked around for its target so it could continue following the master's orders.
Kuren looked from the golem and turned his gaze skyward as it began to move.
"It's mine?" Miranda asked, as if not believing his words, "Why thank you." She held the Storyteller's attention for a second with her thanks, and that was all that was needed. "I'll put it to good use." she said with a smile that was both sweet, yet held a secret. Before the Storyteller could say more a sharp pain struck his chest and his flight faltered. The gin slipped from his hands to smash on the ground far, far below.
A steel girder, pulled from some place below and sharpened on one end had lodged itself in his chest. He looked down in horror as his flight faltered, grasping for his staff. As he did so Miranda flicked open her lexicon, searching for the right page. With a few words from her mouth suddenly his flight was no more and he dropped. He fell through the air and slammed into a ruined building. A sharp point of masonry pierced his upper chest even as it pushed the girder all the way through.
The Storyteller still lived though for he was more than a man. He struggled to push himself up, to try and stem the bloodflow, as a shadow was cast over him. With agonising slowness the golem lifted his foot, and brought it down on the man's head crushing him.
Miranda could only watch as the man's creation turned on him.
Kuren looked away, a bored looked on his face, but the eye was ecstatic. They will all fall, no power can match mine.
Kuren frags The Storyteller via his own Golem
11/9/3
Death of Korzan
07-28-2013, 07:35 PM
Sergeant Vance Lex
Observatory
15/9/3
The sound of Horse hooves clattering against solid rock was heard. The sun was shrouded in a cloud and a constant downpour of rain covered the surface of the land. Sergeant Vance Lexicon sat on the back of his Horse as streams of rain ran off of his large armor. His bright Golden hair was wet and looked unclean; as if the Paladin had not showered for weeks. Around him the sound of crows and foxes could be heard; the trees to the east of him rustled and the wind shrieked with the volume of a widowed banshee in her cold depressing afterlife.
A flicker of light emerged in one of the clouds before flicking down at the earth like an outstretched finger of energy. Soon after it was followed by the bellowing noise of Thunder, the sky striking the Earth with power so unfathomable that only a God could possibly wield it. The air felt static around Vance, yet he and his beautiful Chestnut Steed continued to gallop through the field and through the long grass. Up ahead in the distance were a set of large ancient mountains. Atop the tallest peak sat a large tower that reached towards the clouds, its highest point stroking the floating white.
As Vance continued to move through the forest, he noticed that every few moments he would see a pair of red or yellow eyes look out of the forest, followed by the cacophony of something that was not quite Man. The hairs on his arms rose and his eyes shot around the area as he heard twigs breaking and the panting of what could only be described as a ‘monster’.
‘I have no choice now. I have charged this far. I must face the Darkness of the past…’
Taking one hand off of the reins of his Horse; he placed it on the hilt of LightStride, which sat comfortably on his back; strapped to him with cured leather. Drawing the blade from behind him, Vance held it with one hand; an arduous task that he had to perfect over 2 years of daily training. The blade was heavy and unbalanced with one hand, but the playing field when using it was balanced with the Sergeant’s excellent training.
“Forgive me my Lord, for I will sin.” Vance brought the blade up to his face and lightly placed the flat edge of the blade against his face, holding it very carefully so as to stop it from lopping off his nose. He then continued.
“Most blessed light, come to me. Give me strength against those who invite the Shadows into their homes, those who lay with Daemons and those who practice the Dark Arts. Give me strength so that I may cleanse the land of the foul creatures that plague the beautiful gift of life you have bestowed on us all. I am your sword, I am your weapon. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.” Vance closed his eyes and took a deep breath before swinging his blade downward in a careful yet agile motion; his Horse unscathed by the extremely fast movement.
The trees finally broke cover and out of the foliage ran a quadruped creature covered in bald yellow skin; it looked septic. Pus emerged from various cuts in its body and it was covered in spiny bones that emerged from every gap in its bone structure; one from each of its heels, one from each of its wrists, one from each of its knees; even one from every Rib joint. The creature itself was around 10 foot when standing, with long doglike legs and lanky arms. Both had an array of 15 long, boney and talon-covered fingers at the end of their hands, which were as red as the rest of their body.
Their faces were the most horrifying part however. They looked almost human; long gnarled teeth emerging from their mouths which were grizzled and covered in grime and dried blood and feces. Their eyes were wild and their hair matted, greasy, tangled and filled with lumps of wood and rotting meat. Their tongues were a sickly shade of green and were covered in what look liked huge puss-filled spots. The skin of the creature’s face was covered in what could only be described as what looked like inflamed Eczema. It was bubbly and terribly ugly, yet it did not seem to bother the creatures; which continued to run after the Horse, keeping pace.
Suddenly, a pair of hands smashed through the dirt underneath the Horses moving back legs, gripping it’s hooves with extreme strength before pulling them back in, breaking the Horses legs. With a painful whinny, the Horse slipped, snapping all of the bones and tendons in its back legs and throwing Vance off of it.
Vance hit the ground hard, but recovered quickly before being tackled back into the dirt by one of the creatures. It smelled like animal waste and its breath smelled of rotten meat. It cackled maniacally is it scratched briefly at Vance’s armor before receiving a deft elbow to the head. Before the creature could recover, Vance stood and rocketed his sword down into the beast’s chest. I quavered before finally dying, a sadistic smile on its face.
Without wasting any time, Vance spun around to see one of the creatures leaping at him. With a great amount of speed he raised his blade in front of his body, it’s length covering his top half. The creature flew into it with insane speed, cleaving him in half. Vance took his blade and stuck it lightly in the ground before running three fingers from his forehead, down his nose and resting them on his lips. He begun to repeat the prayer but this time clenched his fist around the blade, instead of simply holding it. Underneath his palm grew a golden light and his sword slowly absorbed the light, spreading it underground. As the prayer finished, the light exploded from the blade, shooting across the land and illuminating a huge city sized maze of tunnels underneath the ground.
Screams began to echo as the beasts were killed by the bright holy light. Vance smiled, for whilst he was killing, he knew that he was expelling the Darkness from the land. However, underneath his feet the ground suddenly fell away, bringing him to the ground . All around him in a wide semi-oval shape the ground crumbled, creating a relatively deep, sheer cliff. Before Vance could hit the ground he stretched out his arm and grabbed a root that hung tentatively out of the side. His arm ached as he held it and he let go; falling the remaining distance. The fall did not kill him but it managed to wind him for a few seconds; had the Paladin not grabbed the root, the full drop would have no doubt killed him instantly.
The Sergeant rose, his fists placed against the crumbled dirt ground. Dust and dirt seemed to float everywhere which caused Vance to need to cover his eyes. Lifting his blade, Vance uttered “Lucerna.” Once he had uttered the world, the area in front of him seemed to become brighter when in reality it was Vance’s blade that was beginning to glow. The area in front was shaped like a semi-circle, the flat end being the ground. At a certain point the ‘ceiling’ of the shape seemed to change material, the circular part of the semicircle changed from the solidly packed rock of the ground to what seemed to be a thick layer of refined metal.
“Odd…”
Vance continued further until he came to a wall of corrugated metal. It was rusted and worn in many areas. “Iron walls…this is not the work of the Darklings.” Taking his blade, Vance shoved it in the Iron wall and moved it in a circular motion. The sound of shredding metal broke the silence, but it did not last long as the corrugated iron was in such bad condition that it cut extremely easily.
The glowing light now illuminated the semi-circular room. It was a lot smaller than the chasm, and held a large object in the room. It was a construct of some sort, made entirely out of metal. At the front facing the way that Vance had walked in was a long thick tube of metal that stuck out from the top half of the machine. The whole thing was colored like sand, as if it were for a camouflage tactic. The front of the construct was not flat and had various dips and crevasses inside it, some had dust and earth in them, others were empty. This pattern continued around the machine.
At the bottom of the machine sat a strange arrangement. Around a set of metal glass shaped objects which were connected to the construct was a long metal ‘track’ that looped around the mass of circular objects. On top of the machine was a smaller version of the large tube, Vance climbed up on top of the construct and gripped this, it felt cold to the touch and as Vance moved it, the metal groaned like a pained old man. It had not been moved for centuries.
Vance heard whispering all of a sudden and jumped down from the tank, his sword brandished. He took a few very tentative steps outside of the revealed building when a sudden flash of white light hit him. He covered his eyes but it was no use and soon enough he could see nothing but white light.
Vance panicked very quickly, believing himself to be blinded. Lifting his hands in front of his face, Vance was shocked to find that he could see them easily. He spun around, looking at his surroundings only to find that he was not standing where he once was; instead he stood in a vast room of white. Vance was unsure of where the room began or ended, the only thing that he was worried about was why he was there, and how he would escape.
“This one is powerful. This one is strong!” A crazed voice from the white spoke, echoing across the area.
“I think I’ll support him. He seems interesting!” Another voice, this one was female and wiser.
“We already have one Paladin. Put this one back and wipe his memory.” An older male voice spoke.
“Yes but he is a Dark Paladin…this one is Holy. And very exciting!” The female voice spoke. Vance’s eyebrow rose worriedly. ‘Dark Paladin? What are they talking about…who are they?!’
“It matters not who we are Mortal.” The Elderly voice spoke, his voice rich and beautiful. Vance paled. ‘They can hear what I’m thinking?’
“If course we can Paladin, we are Gods…and we have a very special invitation for you!” The Female now spoke, her words making Vance’s eyes open wide before he got down on one knee, a sign of respect.
“Oh get up Mortal.” The Mad voice spoke. “Before these two sugar coat it, I’m getting to the point. We want you to fight in a Deathmatch. If you win…you can have anything you want. If you lose…you go home and live a life wondering ‘what if?’ until you die! It’s a win-win situation really isn’t it?!” The voice began to maniacally laugh. “Either way, you don’t have much choice. Au Revoir mon amis!”
The white began to fade away and Vance found himself in a serenely quite space. He looked around at his new surroundings. The room was very large and covered in metal panels and panels made from other materials that Vance did not recognize. ON these panels were glowing lights and buttons. Controls. Looking upwards, Vance was taken aback by the beautiful view. Stars filled the open sky and in the distance various pieces of what could only be described as alien technology seemed to float around, debris…but debris from what?
A rushing sound suddenly filled Vance’s ears, he looked around and noticed various soldiers floating around, some with their mouths open, but most with a see-through mask attached to their mouths. One of these masks floated gently past Vance, who grabbed it and placed it over his mouth and nose.
The rushing noise increased in pitch and volume, Vance could hear his heartbeat for some reason and as the rushing noise reached its peak, an extraordinary and ear-rending sound erupted from the air. A huge force pushed everything through the roof of the building at extreme speed. Vance found himself off of the ground and within seconds through what he now realized was a large hole in the top of the room he was in. It was never meant to be there. Next to him, a man held out his arm, which Vance gripped, trying to find a way to save everyone.
They continued to float into space, watching as the huge construction exploded silently in front of them. It was beautiful in a depraved way, the explosions sent metal scattering across the black expanse of Space. It was at this moment that Vance felt a tugging feeling in his stomach before everything, including the man he was holding onto was wrenched back into the ship.
Due to the fact that Vance was holding his arm, Vance was dragged back too. The air was silent again, but the rising noise began to return. Taking LightStride, Vance embedded the blade into the ground before the powerful blast erupted again. Vance’s legs threatened to fly out from underneath him, but he held his grip on his blade and soon enough they dropped; slower than he would have liked. As quickly as he could, the Paladin rose and began to run towards the door outwards when everything reversed. A large metal chair smashed into Vance’s shoulder and pinned him down. Grunting in slight pain, the armor-clad Paladin again thrusted his blade into the floor as the rushing sound exploded again, shooting the chair off of him and thrusting most of Vance’s body into the air.
Gritting his teeth, Vance now began to run across to what looked like a door. As he reached it he felt everything return to him and a man leap in front of him. Without a choice, Vance spoke. “Forgive me father, for I will sin.” He took his blade and cleaved the man in two, pushing through his body and towards the door, that opened automatically. Mystified by its movement but realizing he did not have the time to question it, Vance leapt through the door and into the next room. As it closed and shut, he could hear the explosion of noise again, and the door he came through crinkled slightly before reforming.
Now that he had exited that room, Vance was immediately bombarded by the sounds of screams, explosions and unearthly roaring. Looking down over the balcony, he saw what could only be described as a three headed dragon baring its teeth and sprinting towards a figure. It was too high up to catch details, but the air felt warm around the Sergeant.
Magic…
Looking to the left of him, Vance saw that he was at the top of a huge spiral staircase, and he wasn’t the only one who stood there. Several screaming people stood on the staircase, yet rapidly they began to…explode. Underneath each man that exploded was a strip of energy that was coming towards Vance, fast. Looking around with panic, Vance opened his hand and closed his eyes, muttering to himself. “Segmentum.”
Vance pressed his hand against the ground, which caused it to glow gold before a huge chunk fell out of the floor, big enough to fit the man through. As quickly as he could, Vance dropped down through the hole, placing one hand on its thin edge. Using his other hand, he took his sword and shoved it into the wall before lifting his foot, shouting “Vis!” His food collided with the metal, glowing golden and shoving it into the wall with holy energy. Again, Vance shouted “Statera!” before leaping down onto his large sword.
His feet landed and Vance found himself glowing Golden, the energy inside him counterbalancing his weight, he did not fall. His body was perfectly aligned and as he looked above he could see the energy wave pass through the flat area he was standing on. Breathing a sigh of relief, Vance then dropped down and wrapped his hands around the hilt of his blade before giving it a tug. The sword slipped out of the wall and Vance found himself dropping through the air. Flicking his hand underneath him in a hurry, Vance formed a golden panel of light and hit it silently, his feet buckled slightly as he landed which caused the Paladin to hiss in pain, yet he stood and focused his power, sending the gold platform downwards like an elevator until it reached the floor. Looking around, Vance was just in time to see a Sperm Whale and a rather annoyed looking bowl of petunias fall from the sky and land on the ground, soon followed by an orb of beautiful yet mysterious light.
With very cautious movements, Vance began to move himself along the edges of the observatory floor, being careful to not attract any hostile attention.
[don't have the faintest idea where your character is imp. I need to add location next to your score.]
Dyno mite was struck dumb. Literally considering that the strike upon his back had caused him to bite his tongue. He looked around for his opponent but did not find who had struck him. Horrible words or swearing spouted from his lips as he looked around for the one who'd struck him. It was then that he noticed upon that moment that despite his position on the super tower, he felt remarkably stable. This, he thought with an air of confidence, was some shit out of a Hitchcock movie. It was just too bad he wasn't actually in a movie.
Upon second thought he changed his mind. There was nothing but death here and black people never made it to the end of horror movies. Unless of course they were rappers or had at the very least, a mix tape. One just had to look at Anaconda. what were the chances that the snake wouldn't eat the fattest person in the room. The very idea was absurd. He did not enjoy being there he was because though he could hear action so close he could almost taste it, were it not for his own blood filling his mouth.
He spat blood and watched the blood shoot up instead of dropping down like he expected it to. He jumped forwards, shooting up into the sky. He straightened up, letting himself by pulled as he shot up the massive structure. He watched awed by all he saw around him when he stumbled across a wall of unnatural cold something about it told him it wasn't natural and he turned his body in it's direction.
If there was one thing Dynomite could handle...
It was being cool.
With the lightest of strolls dynomite strode his way forwards and stepped up to the nearest man he could find. A man who held a minstrels guitar, the tool of the bard. He knew this minstrel had to be stopped. There was something 'rapey' about a man with a banjo. Even the guy from mumford and sons and he LIKED those guys. He wasn't one of those who was trying to kill him.
Dynomite struck from behind, hitting the man's knee before he swung around and struck hard upon the other knee.
His own knee connected with his opponent''s groan. There was a remarkably large lack of screaming, though, as dynomite was sure it had something to with the elbow in the singer's throat.
His nunchuck, wrapps itself around his opponent's neck and dynomite jumped out into the open air twisting in the direction where downward gravity could be found and the pair dropped.
It was a long way down. His eyes became blurry against the sheer speed they were dropping at as their speed increased. Dynomite parted with the minstrel and dove to the safety of the inner wall as the minstrel dropped quite literally splashing with the weight of the impact with the ground.
"Dyno MITE!!!" dynomite yelled, spinning his nunchucks with glee and running up the inner wall with glee.
Dynomite frags the Mol Ester.
13/08/03
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12# Dynominte tags Mortimus Grim
SQJPure - 14/09/03
Va lope - 15/08/03
16# Rocky tags The Storyteller
V - 14/09/03
Potato - 15/08/03
17# Luigsech tags Dino Mite
Queen - 14/09/03
SQJPure - 14/08/03
18# The Storyteller tags Rocky via Hydra
Potato - 14/08/03
V - 14/08/03
19# Miranda tags Rocky via murdering the hydra
Jac - 14/09/03
V - 14/07/03
20# Kuren tags Miranda via illusion
Dough - 14/08/03
Jac - 14/08/03
21# The Storyteller frags Rocky (hydra blood is uber poisonous)
Potato - 14/08/03
V - 14/06/02
22# Mortimus tags Miranda via Flame Blast
Va lope - 14/08/03
Jac - 14/07/03
24# Kuren tags Mortimus vie illusion slash
Dough - 13/08/03
Va lope - 14/07/03
25# Luigsech tags the Storyteller (This is totally a frag)
Queen - 13/09/03
Potato - 14/07/03
27# The Storyteller tags Luigsech
Potato - 14/06/02
Queen - 13/08/03
28# Miranda frags Mortimus Grim
Jac - 14/07/03
Va lope - 14/06/02
29# Mol frags Miranda
Imp - 14/09/03
Jac - 14/06/02
31# The Storyteller tags Luigsech
Potato - 14/07/03
Queen - 13/07/03
32# Kuren tages Mol vie Suffocation Illusion(Pure's note tages?? Seriously?)
Dough - 12/08/03
Imp - 14/08/03
33# Miranda frags Luigsech
Jac - 13/06/02
Queen - 13/06/02
34# The Storyteller tags Mol Ester
Potato - 13/07/03
Imp - 14/07/03
35# Kuren frags The Storyteller via his own Golem
Dough - 11/08/03
Potato - 13/06/02
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 13/06/02
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/06/02
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 13/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 11/08/03
-frags potato-
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 14/06/02
-Dead-
Queen Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 13/06/02
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 14/06/02
-frags Jac-
SQJPure (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)- 13/08/03
-frags Imposter-
Jeremor (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)- 14/09/03
Phoenix (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)- 15/09/03
La Volpe
07-30-2013, 04:44 AM
RESPAWN
At first Mortimus had been ecstatic that he'd found people to kill in this mad house he'd gotten the pleasure of being sent to. But fate it seemed was not happy with him. He'd attacked the women who had been oozing arcane powers of unknown levels, when he suddenly was both mentally and physically attacked by the abomination of a child he'd planned on killing next. Thanks to the little rats distraction, Mortimus had had zero chance of preventing the horrifying death that soon ended his life.
But wait... If he was truly dead, Mortimus knew he'd be residing within some tormented hell for his countless atrocities against the world. Though he couldn't see anything, he could tell by the odd sensation that he wasn't done just yet. And to the Dark Knights great displeasure, he soon found the answer coming from a large field of white, and several disembodied voices.
"Well that was... Unfortunate." A womanly voice said, sounding slightly surprised.
"I agree, I didn't see the girl retaliating like that." Replied a rather crazed voice.
"It doesn't matter now, he's waking up. One of you, explain what's going on, then throw him back in. And be quick about it." A stern Elderly voice cut in.
A mad laugh suddenly echoed through the emptiness, before it quickly died down to a quiet chuckle. Mortimus couldn't believe it, after all the beautifully horrible things he'd done, a cast of Gods had saved his sorry ass.
"So what's the deal?" Mortimus called out into the void, eager to move this along.
"Listen, you were chose to fight in are Death Match. As you can see, there's a variety of others there for you to kill, or as it seems, get killed by... The female voice began slowly, picking each word carefully.
"Lucky for you, you get three tries! So getting fried like that doesn't knock you out of the running just yet! Now get back in there and kill someone!" The Mad voice happily said, cutting off the female voice once again.
"Happily." Mortimus growled, and suddenly he was standing sideways on a wall. Though most would be thrown off by this, oddly enough Mortimus was perfectly comfortable with this change of perspective, though he wasn't fully sure why. Looking around, he was hoping to see one of the people he'd ran into just moments ago, wanting to even the score right away. But as he looked around in vain, the distant yell of a certain explosive individual caught his attention.
"There you are..." He whispered, a sea of sadistic thoughts quickly filling his mind. His sword seemed to fly to his hand as he readied himself. "This is going to be fun." Mortimus said for the second time, any fear of death far from his mind.
NON ATTACKING POST
14/06/02
Jacogos
07-31-2013, 03:02 AM
Miranda found herself quite horrified at the sight of her potential ally getting wrecked by the child's strange power, massacred by the golem he had offered her by his own words. Eyes narrowing dangerously, the mage floated down to the sightless boy and landed lightly in front of him, not letting go of the anti-gravity shell yet also not truly using it at the moment.
"What are you, child...?" Miranda asked Kuren, not expecting a good answer. Whether or not he truly knew what he was doing, Miranda was going to figure out what he was, one way or another.
Opening her Lexicon once again, she flipped pages until she was nearly at the end of the book, stopping on a spell that she used rather rarely. It was still largely unreliable and slightly volatile. There was a possibility that it might harm him; she wouldn't like that, but it wouldn't be the greatest loss in this interesting fight.
Chanting the words slowly, Miranda reached out and, without asking, placed her hand on the child's head with an iron grip, a few words into the spell latching her hand to him as if with super-glue. If he struggled, the Arch-mage barely noticed. Eyes closed, Miranda finished the spell.
There was a pause, then a glow of blue began to seep through the boy, starting from her hand and eventually engulfing Kuren in a bright fluorescence. However, instead of a deep understanding of the boy's being, Miranda was instead met with blankness.
Hmmm... that's not good, she thought, quickly shielding herself with a few quick words. A split-second later, the glow intensified around Kuren before it abruptly vanished. Searing pain overwhelmed the boy's senses, and likely he would grovel on the ground from the sensory overload. Miranda's shield had protected her from the backlash affecting her as well, but she still felt a tinge of regret at having allowed this to happen to the boy.
"That should not have happened..." she murmured, unsure if the child would even hear her. Nevertheless, she prepared herself for retaliation.
Miranda inadvertently tags Kuren
11/06/02
DoughGuy
08-11-2013, 03:48 AM
The searing energy hit Kuren and sent him to his knees and his mouth opened in s silent scream. The pain of the attack alone would have been bearable for him, having been subjected to the Eye forcing itself out multiple times. Except the Eye did just that as the pain hit him, the orb pushing out of his socket to glare at Miranda. As Kuren's body stretched itself out in agony the Eye glowed of its own accord. Miranda felt her shield stripped away in a second and was suddenly subjected to the pain Kuren was feeling.
She could tell it was not the pain from the overload though, that this was the doing of some other force. Yet there seemed to be no malice in the power, no intentional cruelty. It was like her own power reflected back at her in simple primal defence. Like Kuren she dropped to her knees from the overload and it ended shortly after his pain did.
You will salvage this, the Eye hissed to Kuren as it retreated, And then I will enjoy the suffering of another. Slowly pushing himself to his feet Kuren looked over to Miranda, reaching a han dout, "Did it hurt you?" he asked, his voice concerned.
Kuren tags Miranda via pain illusion
10/8/3
12# Dynominte tags Mortimus Grim
SQJPure - 14/09/03
Va lope - 15/08/03
16# Rocky tags The Storyteller
V - 14/09/03
Potato - 15/08/03
17# Luigsech tags Dino Mite
Queen - 14/09/03
SQJPure - 14/08/03
18# The Storyteller tags Rocky via Hydra
Potato - 14/08/03
V - 14/08/03
19# Miranda tags Rocky via murdering the hydra
Jac - 14/09/03
V - 14/07/03
20# Kuren tags Miranda via illusion
Dough - 14/09/03
Jac - 14/08/03
21# The Storyteller frags Rocky (hydra blood is uber poisonous)
Potato - 14/08/03
V - 14/06/02
22# Mortimus tags Miranda via Flame Blast
Va lope - 14/08/03
Jac - 14/07/03
24# Kuren tags Mortimus vie illusion slash
Dough - 13/09/03
Va lope - 14/07/03
25# Luigsech tags the Storyteller (This is totally a frag)
Queen - 13/09/03
Potato - 14/07/03
27# The Storyteller tags Luigsech
Potato - 14/06/02
Queen - 13/08/03
28# Miranda frags Mortimus Grim
Jac - 14/07/03
Va lope - 14/06/02
29# Mol frags Miranda
Imp - 14/09/03
Jac - 14/06/02
31# The Storyteller tags Luigsech
Potato - 14/07/03
Queen - 13/07/03
32# Kuren tages Mol vie Suffocation Illusion(Pure's note tages?? Seriously?)
Dough - 12/09/03
Imp - 14/08/03
33# Miranda frags Luigsech
Jac - 13/06/02
Queen - 13/06/02
34# The Storyteller tags Mol Ester
Potato - 13/07/03
Imp - 14/07/03
35# Kuren frags The Storyteller via his own Golem
Dough - 11/09/03
Potato - 13/06/02
40# Miranda Tags Kuren
Jac - 12/06/02
Dough - 11/08/03
41# Kuren tags Miranda via pain illusion
Dough - 10/08/03
Jac - 12/05/03
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 12/05/03
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/06/02
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 13/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 10/08/03
-frags potato-
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 14/06/02
-Dead-
Queen Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 13/06/02
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 14/06/02
-frags Jac-
SQJPure (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)- 13/08/03
-frags Imposter-
Jeremor (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)- 14/09/03
Phoenix (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)- 15/09/03
(Counted as dead until proven alive, will get who ever had the lowest score.)
Potatrobot
08-18-2013, 10:43 PM
"Ooooooh!" the gods cooed as the Storyteller blinked into existence right before them. He'd taken his third hit, so they'd brought him out of the arena.
"Told you not to form alliances, didn't I?"
"It was a mutual affiliation, and nothing more." The Storyteller sniffed indignantly. "Until it went pear-shaped."
The gods looked at each other as if confused. "What do you mean pear-shaped?"
The Storyteller tilted his head under his hood. "A pear is a sweet fruit on Earth-"
"No not that, I mean, how did your 'affiliation' go amiss?"
Another god turned to face the one that just spoke. "I don't think he knows."
"Dude, the mage didn't attack you; that creepy little kid with the magic eye did. You saw, he uses illusions to attack."
The Storyteller put a palm to his forehead. "Of course." he growled. His flight could never falter like it did, and the Golem would never go rouge against him; it obeyed him. He stood up straight and faced the gods.
"If you'll excuse me, there is a little child I need to murder." He then blinked out of existence.
"You know, I'm starting to like that guy."
Miranda and Kuren both knelt on the ground of the arena, their bodies twisted by pain. In time, however, the pain did subside, allowing them to regain their composure and stand again. There was something quelling Miranda's pain, however; and external influence that eased the pain faster than time would normally allow. She was the first of the two to completely recover, and as she stood over Kuren, she noticed a tall shadow rise up behind him.
"You will learn not to stick your neck where it does not belong, child!" it growled before it brandished a staff with a sword blade made of swirling light fixed to the end. The blade illuminated the figure and revealed its identity to Miranda, but became invisible to her as it disappeared behind Kuren.
The Storyteller drove the blade of his staff into Kuren's back with both hands, and pushed it through until the end of his staff was flush with his ribs, and a good length of the blade protruded from his abdomen.
"And respect your elders, while you're at it!" the deity bellowed as he lifted Kuren off the ground by the blade in his back. He knew there was more to the child than met the eye, and this wound would not kill it just yet, but he would maim it torturously while he had the chance. The child writhed and screamed in pain, and in protest, the eye that manifested itself in its cranium revealed itself, ready to attack the deity behind it.
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The Storyteller tags Kuren
12/06/02
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
-Dead-
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 12/05/03
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/06/02
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 13/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 10/08/03
-frags potato-
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 14/06/02
-Dead-
Queen Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 13/06/02
-Dead-
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 14/06/02
-frags Jac-
-Dead-
SQJPure (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)- 13/08/03
-frags Imposter-
-Dead-
Jeremor (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)- 14/09/03
-Dead-
Phoenix (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)- 15/09/03
-Dead-
Final Four.
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 12/05/03
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/06/02
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 13/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 10/08/03
-frags potato-
Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
(It is entirely up to you how you react to the change. In scenario. Now there is only a one post gap between attacks. Have fun )
Jacogos
09-04-2013, 03:04 AM
"Stop, stop, stop!" a voice boomed in the heavens, though one that went unheard as the entirety of the battlefield stopped before it had even spoken. The three gods descended onto their battlefield, peering around at a few contestants that simply were not moving or doing anything. Though some had shown up and some had done a few things, quite a lot were just simply not doing anything anymore.
"Did we break them?" the third god asked.
"Hardly. They seemed to be... glitching, or something," the second stated, musing over the motionless beings they had worked so hard to bring into this fight.
"Wonderful. This happened last year too! It wasn't as bad, then, of course, we still had a bunch of lively contestants, but these losers are just dicking around like no one's business!" the first roared, obviously pissed off.
"We could kill them," the third suggested hungrily
"But then we're down to... Five? Hardly good sport. Especially since one is our good friend."
"What does it matter? These simpletons are worthless anyhow and that just shortens the fight a little. Maybe this will make things more interesting and lively. I mean, now they don't have to waste time tracking down the immobile ones!"
"So we're killing them?" the third tried again.
"Bah, yes, and yes you can eat them."
"GAHAHAHAH!!!!"
With that, the inactive contestants were whisked away, leaving the remaining ones to duke it out. This was how we came back to Miranda...
Somehow, the pain of her spell had whiplashed through her, breaking open what should've been a sturdy shield. No... this pain was not her spell. It was different, primal, almost... simple compared to the complexity of the spell she had used. Her pain faded quickly, but the mage's mind raced at the possibility of what this child represented. She had never faced someone like this before...
The Eye stood out in her mind as she climbed back to her feet, but Miranda was suddenly aware of a new presence that sprouted up behind Kuren. Her eyes widened slightly before the being revealed who it was to her. Her gaze then shifted to its weapon, then to the child and everything became clear to her. She braced herself for what was to come.
Kuren had barely gotten the words out of his mouth, such innocent words, when the blade shoved itself home and, miraculously, the child yet lived. Miranda's eyes widened noticeably now. What was this boy? Even not knowing the true extent of the child's possession by that strange eye, Miranda felt pity for him. Even more so since he was screaming so passionately, loudly, piercingly. The mage could almost weep.
A short, barked syllable quietened the child. Sleep, she had commanded. The simple spell encompassed both the child and the otherworldly being that manifested itself into an eye, causing both to fall into irreversible comas; 'irreversible', unless Miranda said otherwise. Next, Miranda reopened her Lexicon and flipped a few pages in, barking another few syllables in the magical language. Do not awake, it meant, a branching spell from the former. Silent death in one of its most simplest forms. However, Miranda knew this would not be enough to destroy that Eye, though its host was now basically dead.
A few more commands in her magical language removed the child from the Storyteller's blade, then settled him on the ground, where Miranda held her hands over the body. Though the Eye was sleeping, Miranda figured it would take something fierce to destroy it. And so, she constructed an advanced barrier around his body, trapping her next spell inside. A long sentence or two later, and Miranda's spell was ready.
Within the barrier and encompassing everything inside, Miranda's spell targeted the microscopic atoms that made up everythings, including the air itself, and split every single atom in half. The result was quite literally millions of nuclear explosions within the barrier, all happening within milliseconds of each other. The magical shield barely held on. A few moments later, Miranda smirked and used a transportation spell to toss the remains (the nuclear waste, that is; Kuren was long disintegrated) and patted herself down as if she had just done something dirty.
"We will need to take care about him... This would be his first death, if I have been paying attention; we must still defeat him twice more," Miranda stated to the Storyteller, who still yet stood nearby. She hoped their temporary partnership still stood. The golem had been a sweet gift, if short-lived thanks to that abomination.
Miranda mercy-frags Kuren
10/05/02
Potatrobot
09-04-2013, 01:32 PM
"Why treat him with such sympathy?" The Storyteller asked calmly as the light blade slid back soundlessly into the top of his staff, although given its jagged shape near the top there couldn't really have been enough room for such a blade.
"He attacked you without provocation with the remains of the hydra, and he took it upon himself to attack me as well."
He was reminded of the Golem. Once The Storyteller was taken from the arena, the giant clay man went haywire, swinging its arms into the walls of the tower until they crumbled into dust, at which point it resigned to slam its chest into the wall instead. The seal across the gash in its chest broke and released the energy contained within, destroying the Golem altogether.
"Yes, we will have to be wary of his return." The Storyteller conceded. "We have... died but once each, and he will return before long, as is the way of things in this game. As it happens, most of the contestants have disappeared, most likely by the whim of out hosts. We will see an end to this before long, but I prefer we see that end together."
He turned and jabbed the air to his right with the bottom of his staff, but the end of the staff disappeared into thin air at the end of the motion. The space it disappeared into rippled as another of his ovular portals grew from the point where his staff penetrated the barrier between this realm and his own. It ceased to expand once it was large enough for another Golem to step robotically out of the swirling black and purple rift.
"This belongs to you," he said, "regardless of the boy's interference. You should know it will continue to function, despite any illusion he afflicts on you. This is something I've taken from experience, so it might be of use for you to know."
__________________
Non-attacking post
13/06/02
Jacogos
09-04-2013, 11:09 PM
Miranda frowned slightly at the man's initial question, wondering about that herself. Was it so simple as that he appeared to be a child? The matronly side that was hidden in every woman might have finally sprouted in the Chosen, but Miranda highly doubted it. Perhaps it was just a simple pity for a thing so controlled by what was obviously a demonic entity. Either way...
"I'm not so certain I know myself, storyteller. The child that is held by that being is likely innocent of any wrong-doing its possessor creates, perhaps not even knowing what it does..." That probably wasn't true, considering the child's last words before he had been stabbed. Miranda suppressed a shudder. "In any case, it stand that perhaps slaying the poor thing will grant it peace. Who knows if that is true, though."
Glancing around, Miranda realized that the man's other words were right as well. The battleground was eerily quiet. All the other warriors that she had sensed before must have disappeared, likely through divine interference as the storyteller suggested. Odd that that would make her feel more sure of herself. It simply means the odds are more in my favor... she told herself.
The otherworldly man produced another golem for her, which was surprising considering what happened with the last one. Nevertheless, it produced a small smile on the mage's lips.
"I'll thank you again, then, sir. Perhaps we'll make use of it soon. As it stands though, I'd like to extend an invitation to you. Should we both survive the rest of this fight to be the last remaining, I'd like to extend to you the offer of a duel. Neither of us will win so long as others survive. If I am to be defeated by anyone, I would like it to be someone as worthy as yourself." Her eyes flashed curiously. "Mayhaps you feel the same way?"
Non-attacking post
10/05/02
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Death of Korzan (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539007&viewfull=1#post1539007) - 15/09/03
-Dead-
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 12/05/03
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
La Volpe (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539054&viewfull=1#post1539054)- 14/06/02
-dead-
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 13/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 10/08/03
-frags potato-
Dr. Vee the almighty (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540008&viewfull=1#post1540008) - 14/06/02
-Dead-
Queen Bear (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540058&viewfull=1#post1540058) - 13/06/02
-Dead-
THE IMPOSTER (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1540790&viewfull=1#post1540790) - 14/06/02
-frags Jac-
-Dead-
SQJPure (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1549123&viewfull=1#post1549123)- 13/08/03
-frags Imposter-
-Dead-
Jeremor (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1570054&viewfull=1#post1570054)- 14/09/03
-Dead-
Phoenix (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1566683&viewfull=1#post1566683)- 15/09/03
-Dead-
Final Three.
Jacogos (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539050&viewfull=1#post1539050) - 12/05/02
-frags Va lope-
-frags Queen-
Potatrobot (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1560523&viewfull=1#post1560523) - 12/06/02
-frags V-
DoughGuy (http://role-player.net/forum/showthread.php?t=45780&p=1539284&viewfull=1#post1539284)- 10/6/2
-frags potato-
(It is entirely up to you how you react to the change. In scenario. Now there is only a one post gap between attacks. Have fun )
(This appears when my days off happen most so this will be he time next week when I kill off the next character)
Potatrobot
10-24-2013, 02:18 PM
The Storyteller's head spun around as yet more contestants disappeared from the battle grounds, announced by a reverberating rumble that shook the air.
"If we are to duel, then we must eliminate the others quickly; our hosts are becoming impatient."
He turned back to Miranda.
"I humbly accept your offer; it would be a nice way to end this tournament. Now there are yet two contestants besides ourselves. I expect that... boy... will be after one of us, but he should not be difficult to smite if he attempts to challenge us both. We should stay near when he returns. The other..."
He turned around as if to search the arena for Mortimus, but despite the toppling chaos of the scene around them, it seemed still and empty.
"The other may be inside the tower itself; I cannot see him anywhere else." He gazed up at the starry sky, the incredibly tall building before them, and the blazing fire that burned all throughout it. Suddenly, he had an idea.
"Would you like to see something impressive?" It was rhetorical of course, he would show her only the most impressive spectacles while their time together lasted. A solid, ethereal blade emerged from the jagged head of his staff, not unlike that which he used to skewer Kuren. But unlike that blade, this was not made of swirling white and coloured light. It was solid black and flecked with wisps of dark purple, just like the portals he had opened during the contest. It was the substance of his Dark Realm, and whenever the blade cut something, the cut became a portal to that realm, no matter where the blade was laid.
Quickly, he hefted the staff and threw it towards the tower, and it began to fly there of its own accord. It travelled a great distance before it lowered to the ground, upside down, and began slicing the ground with the magical blade. Where the blade cut into the ground, it traced a black and purple portal in its wake. The staff made a wide circular path, and when it completed the circuit and joined the two ends of the portal, it lifted out of the ground and soared back towards its owner, who caught it with a noisy THWACK and retracted the blade.
For a moment, that seemed to be the extend of The Storyteller's display. But then, the circle of ground outlined by the other-worldly portal began to sink. The Storyteller had cut out the section of ground from the dimension of the arena and let it fall away into his own.
"This is where it gets interesting." The Storyteller advised, sounding excited for what was about to happen.
Slowly, but surely, something began to rise out of the giant hole where the ground once was. A great body of machinery, glittering in the flickering yellow light of the flames that tore at the tower, supported by three long, jointed legs that just never seemed to end for how far the machine continued to rise. Beneath the main body, articulate ropes of steel dangled and writhed, some of them clutching a camera-like box.
The Tripod reached a height of three hundred feet by the time it stopped rising out of the ground, and it stood there, almost immobile. Then, in a deft movement, it flourished the box high in the air, aimed it at the wall of the tower, and a bright beam of light and heat erupted from the funnel of the box. In an instant, it began to carve through the wall of the tower like an hot iron rod through wax, coming out the other side and sweeping from side to side, cutting the building in two.
"That just might ferret out our fellow contestant, won't it?" The Storyteller jeered. Even at their distance from the tower, the air shook violently as the middle of the impossibly tall observatory began to collapse on itself, imploding and exploding as gigatonnes of metal compacted into itself. Above the clattering tumult of the tower's accelerated destruction, the Tripod exulted a roaring cry.
"Aloooo!"
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The Storyteller tags Mortimus Grim
12/06/02
DoughGuy
10-25-2013, 09:18 AM
The air screamed as it was rent asunder by a great force from beyond. A black void tore itself in the air, swallowing any light which fell into it. The edges of the rent swam with a kaleidoscope of colours. Every shade known to man, and many more appeared once in the air. Some of the colours were not of the world, viewed from the sight of a being which looked beyond reality. Any who looked upon those uncolours would find they hurt the eyes and confused the brain as if they slipped out of sight despite being in full view.
From the centre of this rent a glowing ball appeared. Blue and red swirled in eternal battle of dominance over its surface. As the Eye moved into reality a body formed around it, that of the young boy Kuren. As he became a reality again his mouth stretched open further than any human's should. The sound of cracking bones would have been heard if not for the terrible screech that came from the opening. It was a roar of pain, of defiance, of ange and hate.
And then, to the storyteller, he was gone. As if he was a ghost only permitted a ephemeral existence he blinked away. But Miranda could still see him. She could still see the boy as he ran forward, his scream still echoing. His nostrils flared in an effort to bring in enough air to sustain his form. She would see the blade in his hands rise up, and then slam back down across the Storyteller's face. Blood burst from the deity's wound, a smooth line splitting his face into two halves.
And then the boy was running again, disappearing into the ruins as the Storyteller reeled from his wound. The deity's clouded mind would not see where he went, though Miranda's view was clear, and he hid himself for a time. The screaming, at last, gone.
Kuren tags the storyteller via facesplit
9/6/2
Potatrobot
11-03-2013, 02:18 AM
"Gah!" The Storyteller spat as he reeled from the attack. Beneath his hood, the cut began to heal, although it had not bled a drop; gods do not bleed.
"Well, I do believe we have found the child." The Storyteller observed as the observatory collapsed in on itself and crushed Mortimus. The Tripod wailed and howled in the distance, carving the tower with its heat ray.
"It seems this is our last opponent, mage. We eliminate this pest, and we can have our duel and end this contest."
He turned to face Miranda. "I understand that you would not wish to inflict pain upon this child, but he is a dangerous enemy, and I would not have myself put at a disadvantage by being the only one to fight him. I will need your help to destroy him once and for all. Now..."
He turned to face the monstrously tall Tripod, wreaking havoc on the tower. In a voice that was far too loud to seem physically plausible, The Storyteller bellowed "Find the child!"
The three-legged body of machinery turned away from the toppling tower and began advancing upon the ruins near Miranda and The Storyteller. Suddenly, two black pods ejected from the body of the tripod and arced towards the ruins where Kuren hid. When they landed, they exploded into thick black clouds of poisonous gas.
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The Storyteller tags Kuren
11/05/02
DoughGuy
11-03-2013, 02:30 AM
Kuren staggered from the poisonous gas coughing his lungs up. This petty deity fancies himself a real god, but he's nothing without his toys the Eye sniggered, And his toys are as easy to manipulate as he is. Everything has a brain, everything can be tricked Kuren looked up to the tripod which towered above him. The boy's face was blank and unmoving. The pain of his death, the pain of rebirth and the sheer will the Eye was exerting had collapsed his mind into the back of his brain. All he knew was the black void as the Eye controlled his body.
Whatever magic of machinery controlled the Tripod found itself receiving new orders. It turned from its current target, assured that the gas had killed the subject despite its apparent movements, and located the remaining two survivors. Another command caused it to target the male of the two. Crouching low on its legs the Tripod leapt into the air with a roar.
And then it fell. It slammed into the ground causing the whole earth to shake. Miraculously it had missed both the man and woman ... for now. With sudden speed it began to roll along the ground. Taken by surprise the Storyteller was unable to dodge in time as one of the legs slammed into his stomach and sent him flying.
Kuren laughed with a malice a young boy should not have. Oh how the mighty will fall.
Kuren tags the Storyteller
8/5/2
Jacogos
11-03-2013, 02:42 AM
Miranda frowned slowly as Kuren reappeared, his scream echoing in her ears for far longer than any mortal's would. She quietly muttered a minor spell of sound muffling, adjusting the piercing wail to a more tolerable volume whilst still allowing her normal hearing on more conversational decibels.
He attacked and feld, likely assuming retaliation would be immediate. Surprisingly, the Storyteller did not respond as quickly as the Archmage thought, allowing his wound a moment to 'heal' while he himself began to speak to Miranda.
"It seems this is our last opponent, mage. We eliminate this pest, and we can have our duel and end this contest. I understand that you would not wish to inflict pain upon this child, but he is a dangerous enemy, and I would not have myself put at a disadvantage by being the only one to fight him. I will need your help to destroy him once and for all. Now..."
"I understand, friend," Miranda said quietly, watching his display as the walker launched yet another attack. She was curious to know where he had conjured such a being, but she knew that likely it was something she could not comprehend about his power. For now, she simply awaited the conclusion of his attack before stepping in herself.
"I hoped to perhaps find a way to remove the cursed eye from the child's body... but perhaps it is too much to hope for..." she murmured, her lexicon opening itself to a page near the last third of the book, her hands waving over it as both she and the tome began to glow with power. Syllables left her mouth at a rapid pace as a new spell began to form through her magic, targeting the very gas that Kuren was no doubt breathing. A secondary line was added to the spell to search for living things to target, instead of wasting another two spells trying to pinpoint the boy's location, target him with the spell, and then execute it.
As her paragraph of words ended with a bitten-off syllable, Miranda spread her arms wide. Immediately, the gas mirrored her movements, spreading out abruptly over twice its original volume. However, at this time, Kuren had already escaped the gas and begun his own attack. Her control over the spell could not be interrupted now, however, even with the tri-pod creature attacking. She floated away a safe distance, unheeding of the fact that it seemed to target only the Storyteller, and finished her spell. Now able to see Kuren, however, Miranda quickly spat a few more words of power to alter the spell further, returning it to its orignal form and targeting the boy.
Miranda slowly began to bring her arms together, the gas following suit by slowly closing in on the boy's small form. Ponderously, the spell forced all of the gas into his lungs, wasting no time filling in through his mouth, nose, even his empty eye socket(s) to get there. As the gas began to no longer fit within his lungs normally, the spell began to condense the gas itself into a far more lethal and concentrated form, forcing every last molecule into his lungs until it was all in.
"And yet he still lives," Miranda murmured, allowing her control of the spell to end as she watched the child writhe on the ground in agony. Her spell would not allow the gas to leave his body until it was completely within his system. Miranda turned to speak to the Storyteller, unphased by his new location. "Finish him, god, if you yet can."
Miranda tags Kuren via near-asphyxiation
09/05/02
DoughGuy
11-03-2013, 03:12 AM
For a second time Kuren found himself coughing up his lungs, this time with even greater vigour. It felt like his own body had turned against him and refused to touch the air it needed. He had thought the Tripod's destruction was the end of the damned gas. On weak arms he pushed himself to his feet, barely able to stand. He could feel his lungs filled to the bursting point with the poisonous gas, he could feel the lack of life giving air. The pain was horrendous, like a thousand needles stabbing into his chest over and over. But for the eye it was nothing, just a nuisance. The body spat on the ground, the toxic gas even infiltrating his saliva and burning the earth.
Move boy! the Eye screamed, Your pathetic shell has little time left again. We must make the pretender pay before we expire. His life will settle our debt. Panting the boy took off at a run, aiming for where the Storyteller had fallen. The Eye exerted its own power over Kuren, tricking his brain into thinking it was breathing normal, healthy air. Suddenly he could run without hindrance, strength flooding his limbs. It was useful for his current purpose, but it would kill his mortal body all the quicker as his lung absorbed the poisonous gas as if it was air. Not that the Eye cared.
He scrambled up and over the Tripod's body, sliding down its other side and diving into the ruins. He knew the Storyteller was nearby, as close as his own death was, and wanted to find the former first. By pure luck he stumbled upon the man climbing to his feet, a massive furrow in the ground behind him where he had slid through the earth.
"SURPRISE!" the boy yelled and leapt at him, sword drawn. Gas wafted from his nostrils with every word making him look like a demon breathing the smoke of hell come to drag the man away. The blade pierced the Storyteller's stomach with ease, sliding in below his ribcage and out the other side. The Eye leapt to the fore of Kuren's face and blazed with its red and blue light. Waves of illusion magic swept through the man, subjecting him to every sight known to man and many beyond.
His mind was strong, but when it came to matters of the mind it was the Eye's territory. And not even he could match the Eye on its own turf. As Kuren pulled the played upwards and carved the man in two every vessel in his brain burst and every neuron burnt out from the sights of his mind. The boy yanked the blade free with a might pull that tore through the man's head and neck, splitting him open.
As the pretender's corpse dropped to the ground Kuren dropped to his knees and waited. And so the real poor remains. the Eye said, waiting for the poison to claim Kuren's body.
Kuren frags the Storyteller
7/4/2
Potatrobot
11-03-2013, 04:18 AM
The Storyteller's body disappeared form the battleground as the hosts of the deathmatch pulled him out of the physical realm.
"Oh, talk about bad luck," one jeered, "that's two for two now!"
"Shut up!" The Storyteller barked. His voice echoed for quite a long time.
"Are you going to act like this now?" Another cut in, "Or are you going to settle this the right way?"
"I will settle it my way." The Storyteller growled. His grip on his staff was tight.
"Well don't let us hold you here, get out there! Quickly!"
Like a pit stop in a super car race, The Storyteller was quickly released back into the playing field.
He reappeared high in the air, above the ruined Tripod. He floated there with his light wings fully arched high above his head, and there he spotted Kuren, staggering from the gas that persistently rushed into his respiratory system. The Storyteller did not wait. Raising a hand and clenching it tightly, he lifted a piece of the Tripod's three-toed foot off the ground and thrust it forward, slamming it into Kuren. The boy fell face down into the ground and the Tripod foot pushed down onto him, crushing his legs beneath the immeasurable force The Storyteller put into them from his remote location. Jolting his hand to the side, he made the foot slide sideways, rolling Kuren over and grinding his left into a paste.
Slowly, The Storyteller began to float down towards the boy, as his staff extruded a long, curved axe blade made of swirling white light at the top end. He knew the child's body was close to expiring, but he would send it back to the hosts with all his vigour nonetheless.
The Storyteller alighted next to the boy, and his light wings disappeared. Reaching down, he grabbed the foot of the Tripod and, with strength obviously conjured from his manipulation of the reality of the realm, lifted it clean off and tossed it far across the battlefield. What was left of Kuren's legs was a flat, bloody mess of torn muscles and splintered bones, not dissimilar to roadkill. He snatched the blade out of Kuren's hands, and it slipped into his cloak sleeve and disappeared.
"You stubborn child," he said calmly, raising his staff over his head by the lower end, "you think yourself able to dabble in things far beyond your comprehension. One way or another, you will learn!"
With that, he drove the blade of his staff downward, cleaving into Kuren's waist, cutting his legs half-way off. He raised the staff again and brought it down with tremendous force, completely removing Kuren's lower half. He could have just left it at that, let the Tripod's poison finish off the boy, but there was an anger that The Storyteller had not known in such a long time. An impatience and rage, boiled together by this child's interference, that made him unable to stop. He continued to chop the child, the first strike opening up one of his lungs and releasing some of the gas inside which, in accordance with Miranda's spell, urged to find a way back into the child's lungs, and began circulating through the child's face holes once again.
The Storyteller continued to hack at the child with the blade at the end of his staff, small spurts of blackened blood flecking all over his cloak. Finally, with a triumphant yell, he clove the child's head in two, revealing the Eye within. It's vessel destroyed, the Eye attempted a last defence against The Storyteller, but before it could act, The Storyteller simply grabbed it and trapped it inside a sphere of his magical light.
"You could make a fine lantern," The Storyteller teased as the Eye struggled to breach the deity's mind from inside the sphere, but found itself trapped even on that level by the mystical light.
"But I'll leave that until the final round." With that, the sphere began to shrink, closing in on the Eye that could not escape its confines. Smaller and smaller the sphere became, until the Eye was pressed against it on all sides, and yet smaller it shrunk. It began to crush the Eye, compacting it until it became so small, the electrons in the atoms that formed the Eye itself were forced into the nuclei, causing them all to wipe each other out and release a massive amount of energy that, due to the impenetrability of the magical solid the sphere was forged from, did not escape.
"See you in the next round." The Storyteller said calmly, opening a portal to his Dark Realm and dropping the tiny ball of light inside. He would use the energy later, although for what he had not thought of yet. Nevertheless, he closed the portal, extruded his light wings, and began to fly to Miranda's side.
This will be the final round with the child. He thought, drawing near to the mage's side in the air.
Yet I am still at a disadvantage to the mage. Pity. I had hoped for a fair duel.
As he reached the mage, he took stock of his appearance. He was covered in blood, and so was his staff; the axe blade of white light was splattered with dark crimson. He chuckled half-heartedly.
"So much for our duel, after we are rid of this child. By this rate, there won't be much of me left."
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The Storyteller frags Kuren
10/03/01
DoughGuy
11-03-2013, 04:59 AM
As another rent of unlight appeared on the battlefield Kuren once again stepped through. The boy was back in control of his body having rested in the embrace of oblivion. The Eye too was calmer, despite the death it took solace in the fact the Storyteller had needed to use the god's power to revive himself in order to exact vengeance. Twice he had killed the pretender and twice the pretender had had to rely on others for revenge. It was a delicious feeling.
He looked up to see the pretender conversing with the woman he had tried to ally with earlier. They were so far up, so far away, yet they could so easily be crushed. Fools never learn. the Eye chuckled, Perhaps I should punish him again. A simple but effective trick. Pulling from his skull the Eye flared with light targeting the Storyteller. As before it befuddled the deity's mind, tricking him into forgetting about his magic.
Like a stone the man fell straight down and smacked into the hard earth below. Not enough to kill such a powerful foe but certainly an inconvenience. Gripping his blade in two hands Kuren began to approach the fallen one.
Kuren tags the Storyteller
6/3/1
Jacogos
11-03-2013, 05:34 AM
SORRY. MISPOST
Jacogos
11-04-2013, 07:13 AM
Miranda slowly floated forward as Kuren ended her ally, a grimace on her face as she prepared another spell that would finish the job she had started. However, before she began the spell, the Storyteller was back and with a vengeance to boot. In a quite terrifying display of gore and brutality, Kuren was destroyed a second time, leaving the duo of warriors to themselves once more.
"So much for our duel, after we are rid of this child. By this rate, there won't be much of me left," the Storyteller said, causing Miranda to hide a small smile.
"Perhaps he'll target me now, though your display makes me think otherwise..." she tittered, returning her attention to the rift in space where Kuren was coming back. Sighing quietly to herself, Miranda readied a new spell, her lexicon opening to the centermost page to show her a spell covering the length of both revealed pages.
Ignoring the falling Storyteller, the archmage began to murmur the words of power rapidly, syllables falling off of her lips in a torrential river of linguistic skill. The flow of language reached a point where she no longer seemed to be speaking coherent sounds but instead became a run-on of sound that ended in a sharp snap and a bright red light forming above her head. This orb of light split into four. After a pause, each of these four new orbs flew away in cardinal directions, seemingly harmless and doing no more to the world. Miranda smirked slyly as she flipped a few pages and, with no more regard to her prior spell, spoke a few syllables and raised her hand, palm outward.
Five points of light shot from her fingertips, each as thin as hairs, spiraling towards Kuren in a flair of streaming red afterimage. The impossible thin lasers skewered the boy through both hands, feet and his throat, the touch of the sun on each puncture enough to send a grown man to his knees in agony. While the lasers flew, Miranda floated down to the Storyteller, gesturing with a smirk.
"Your turn."
Miranda tags Kuren
08/05/02
Potatrobot
11-04-2013, 07:13 AM
"Indeed." The Storyteller groaned. This battle was finally taxing on him. As a deity this would normally be impossible for him, but these weren't normal circumstances. The hosts' three-hit system quantised the amount of punishment he could endure, and, as always, he lent himself to restraint.
In a heartbeat he mended the hurts the fall had caused him - minor bruises and some aches - and stood up. He tossed the staff in his hands up and caught it be one end, and holding his arm straight, made it zip back up his sleeve and disappear. What came out, however, was the sword Kuren had used to carve The Storyteller himself just before. It was a vile piece of dull grey metal stained with dark oxide, and the blade was adorned with harsh notches and scrapes. But within that the sword was yet beautiful in its own crude, dark way.
He held the sword toward Kuren and opened two portals: one directly in front of hismelf and one directly below the boy. Kuren fell through the latter and toppled out the former, in front of Miranda and The Storyteller. Before the portals closed, the pinprick of intense energy that The Storyteller had stowed inside before darted out of the swirling black and purple and infused with the sword, giving it a bright yellow glow.
"I believe this belongs to you." The Storyteller said calmly, before thrusting the blade forward through Kuren's abdomen. He twisted it sharply to the right and left, before driving it sideways out of the boy's side, cutting through his flank. The boy was halfway separated from his bottom half, and any sufficient force would cause him to fall apart.
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The Storyteller tags Kuren
9/02/01
Jacogos
11-04-2013, 07:25 AM
"That was almost too much..." Miranda mused quietly, floating backwards a little whilst gesturing for the Storyteller to follow suit. As she did so, her Lexicon opened once again to the centermost page. However, this time Miranda took her hand a primly licked her index finger, flipping a single page further into the book to read the last few sentences of the massive spell listed there. A devilish gleam lit in her eyes as she mouthed the words of the spell, issuing in the final chapter of Kuren's life.
The four points of light from before reformed in the distance, barely visible to the naked eye so far away they were. However, slowly but surely they began to grow more perceptible as they came nearer to the trio, growing into thin pillars of rapidly flashing pulses. Closer they came, zeroing in on Kuren as it became apparent that they would all meet at a single point directly above the brutally deformed child.
Holding a single hand aloft, Miranda hissed the final word of the three-page-long spell just as the four pillars of laser-thin light met above Kuren's body. The light grew blinding for a moment, then abruptly shut off. Only then did Miranda take her outstretched hand and fling it earthward, pantomiming a downward strike with a blade.
An awe-inspiring display of light and sound rushed from the heavens towards Kuren, engulfing him in a pillar of rainbow-colored death. The deafening wave of intensity shut out all other sounds for a brief moment of stunning silence, followed by a rush of wind that nearly knocked even the prepared arch-mage off of her feet. After a solid three seconds of the spell, nothing remained of the poor child but a smear of glitter that blew away in a faint brush of wind that happened to follow after the destruction.
Miranda frags Kuren via Orbital Friendship Cannon
07/05/02
Potatrobot
11-19-2013, 04:55 AM
The Storyteller sighed in relief. They had, to a degree, eliminated the other contestants. While most of them were taken away by the hosts of the deathmatch, it was gratifying to still be standing at the end of all things. He looked down at the fowl blade in his hand, nothing more but another toy to add to his collection. With a quiet rush of air it slipped up into his sleeve, and was quickly replaced by his staff.
"So here we are, mage. I do not recall hearing your name, even after what we have done together."
"Miranda Tyranius would be my name, old one," the archmage responded with a coy smile, brushing off the dust that had accumulated on her clothes after the demise of Kuren. "You never gave a name yourself, you know." At present, her Lexicon had shrunk down to the size of a pocket journal, which Miranda now held delicately to her breast with one hand, her other arm hanging unused for the moment. She knew what was to come next, but the momentary lapse in carnage was welcome... for now.
"You may call me The Storyteller," mused the deity, even as his staff began to flex and bend. "The name was born with me, for as long as there have been stories to tell." Even now the head of the staff had all but transfigured into the head of a cobra, and the rest of the wooden staff was growing scales and coiling around The Storyteller's arm. He softly crooned the snake, stroking its hood with his thumb as the creature quested about and began to slither onto his other arm, flicking its tongue about to get a bearing on its surroundings.
"Just between you and me," he whispered, "well actually, quite publicly, I prefer to disassociate myself from our courteous hosts, who now eagerly await some brand of gruesome carnage, as always. Sometimes they try to label me as 'one of them', but we gods do not all belong in the same bucket. They brought me here to prevent teams and alliances from forming, for all the good that did." He chuckled, then he tilted his head at Miranda despite having no visible face behind the hood of his cloak.
"How did the hosts persuade you to join? I doubt someone of your abilities could simply be summoned here without any resistance. Did they offer you a prize for contending in this tournament?"
"Surely there were no alliances that I overlooked, my worthy adversary," Miranda exclaimed with a light laugh, her feigned ignorance almost bafflingly see-through. "The gracious gods of this deathmatch said that they would grant me a wish should I emerge victorious. I had not suspected that they would be so foresighted as to expect their competitors to... bond on the battlefield," she continued with a wry grin.
"Regardless, my immortal opponent, I suppose it is time we put on a show for them, no?" Miranda stated slowly, uncurling her arms from around her and allowing her Lexicon to float in front of her, closed but poised to open. "According to you from before, this will be rather one-sided... I'm expecting to be surprised."
"It is well of you to expect that, dear Miranda," The Storyteller said, as the snake straightened out and solidified into his wooden staff with a loud CRACK. "I am full of surprises, so you had best be prepared."
There was a tense moment of silence, made bearable by the omnipresent tremor of the observatory perpetually toppling, wherein Miranda kept her Lexicon poised to open and The Storyteller gripped his staff with two hands. There was the ever prevalent question as to who would move first; Miranda had the disadvantage of not only having to locate a spell in her book but also recite it, which took any degree of time.
However, it was The Storyteller who acted first. A leaf blade of the dark substance of his realm emerged from the head of his staff, and with massive, sweeping figure-eight motions The Storyteller spun around and swung his staff around by the lower end, carving two long, deep gashes into the ground beneath him as if it was made of butter and his blade a hot knife. The gashes instantly became gash-shaped rifts to his realm, wherein summons waited to reveal themselves and carry out his will.
The long, serpentine neck of another Hydra emerged from one portal while a flying mechanical squid-like machine with almost a dozen piercing red optical sensors emerged from the other. As The Storyteller brandished his flight wings, the Hydra lunged forward with an open maw full of needle-sharp teeth while the Sentinel machine reared a glowing diode and fired an intense, red cutting laser at the mage.
Miranda yelped as the laser burned across her right half, narrowly managing to be double-teamed by the creatures as she avoided the hydra's snapping teeth. Wincing in pain and nursing her right arm, the archmage managed to smirk in anticipation as she floated backwards quickly, putting distance between herself and the summons. She needed to figure out a plan and take them all out at once... If possible.
The robot constantly fired its laser beam at her as she fled, continuing the trend of scorching her extremities for her lack of capable dodging ability. The hydra, lunging after her, had a slightly harder time keeping up with her speed and small frame, snapping at air each time it closed its mouth. As the Chosen prepared her spell, she slowly began to drift to the side to get the correct angle she wanted, her face the picture of concentrated determination.
A spiel of words rushed from her lips as she channelled her powers, a large formation of shining material forming in front of her, incorporeal up until the point that the spell was finished. As it coalesced into a physical form, it became apparent to the Storyteller that it was a mirror of some sort, circular and bending inward like an inverse contact lens. Upon completion, the shield of glass became solid and Miranda's quickly hatched plan came to fruition.
The latest of the robot's lasers hit the mirror full force and reflected, bouncing off the inside of the mirror's walls and a few more times again, gaining power with each reflection. It was only a few seconds before the laser bounced out again, aimed directly towards its point of origin. However, the bonus to this was that both the Hydra AND the Storyteller were on this new path of destruction that the laser was carving.
"Ha!" The Storyteller barked as he procured a domed shield of his solid light, protecting himself as the intense beam of photons blasted and scattered against the pale translucent surface but leaving his summons exposed to the laser. The robot took superficial damage, given its design, but the Hydra's head was incinerated by the intense beam. What remained when the robot learned to stop firing was a broad stump of orange glowing embers.
Of course, the embers divulged as a growth emerged from the centre of the stump: the beginning of two more heads. The Storyteller cast his shield forward and tilted it backwards to completely cover the Hydra under a solid dome while its heads grew, and commanded the robot to attack the mage as a dozen more swarmed out of the portal beneath it. They flew quickly, their mechanical tendrils flowing behind them as they charged the archmage in a singular, curving river of dark metal and red lights. Once the robots converged on Miranda, they took to attacking with an array of sharp claws tucked away under their bodies, rather than fire lasers against her mirror-like dish.
The Hydra's heads had gained reptilian form but were still tiny, soft and pink. The Storyteller inserted the black and purple blade of his staff into the portal from which the monster came and dragged it along the ground, tearing through the hard stone and widening the portal so that it would have room to fully emerge.
The Storyteller took to the air as well, his eye-like wings arching high above his head like those of a Greek sphinx. He held his staff defensively in both hands, watching the robots circle and swarm the archmage.
During this time, however, Miranda had quickly switched to yet another spell, her eyes glowing white and pupiless as the magic flowed through her. Her mouth uttered the words in a focused monotone, ignoring the incoming threat as she prepared her answer.
The Hydra's heads grew ever larger, and began to grow silver-black scales and extruded their needle sharp teeth, and the domed shield over them expanded to make room for their growth. Their eyes opened and they began snapping at each other.
The first of the robots managed to get close to her and slice at her body before her spell was complete. Red lines appeared on her pale skin that was visible through the tears in her robes, blood dripping slowly from superficial wounds. Barking the last few syllables, Miranda felt her arms drop numbly as her strength began to fade from the wounds she had taken. Luckily, she had finished her spell...
Reality around her warped as suddenly everything within a few hundred yards of her suddenly was subjected to massively increased gravity. Only the mage herself was unaffected, leaving room for quite a few robots to suddenly flatten and crumple into tiny, ultra-dense spheres of metal. The effect was quite instantaneous, causing the air to ring with the sound of trillions upon trillions of particles squeezing together in the span of a millisecond.
The Hydra's heads completed their growth and the shield faded away. Together they turned their gazes towards the archmage, and pulling its forelegs out of the portal and gaining a firm footing on the ground beside it, it lunged out of the rift and both heads bit down ferociously on Miranda, who was occupied with her spell.
The spell only lasted the span of a single second, but its work completely annihilated all of the robots... Leaving the Hydra with free reign over the poor Chosen. Unable to even manage a scream, Miranda disappeared down the beast's gullet in a flash of teeth and tongue. The reptile's triumphant roar echoed lowly as it relished its victory.
"Oooooh, he got you good, didn't he?"
Why must I continually put up with this...? Miranda thought grimly.
"Welp, you're down to one life, let's hope you make the most of it!"
"Cause if you don't, you don't get that wish!"
"Yes, yes, about that..." Miranda started before she was quickly interrupted.
"Ah ah ah, time's a wastin', we can talk about that late-"
"I want in."
"In? In where? The battle? We were about to get to that before you rudely interrup-"
"I want in on this," ("There she goes again, interrupting!") Miranda said, gesturing to the viewing 'screen' that the gods had off to the side. "I want to join your little... game. Except from on high instead of participating, mind you."
"You.... what? You want to join-"
"Ah-bup-bup-bup! Time's a-wastin'! We can talk about this after you 'kill' that guy! Go on! Teach him that he's not so high and mighty!"
"I'll teach you something about being high and mighty..." Miranda muttered right before she felt herself come back into existence.
"An impressive display, Storyteller..." Miranda's voice rang from behind the man, a wide smirk on the newly reborn woman's face. "But do you not do anything yourself?" She laughed lightly, her lexicon opening in front of her as she absently looked for a spell, her eyes on The Storyteller.
The Storyteller turned around slowly, his visible mouth bearing a sinister grin.
"I do take pleasure in telling stories, dear Miranda, but I most certainly do many things myself."
He took his left hand off his staff and flung it sideways, and a long red object darted out of his sleeve. He caught it be the end. It was a sword with a blood red blade three and a half feet long, with a wire-wrapped hilt and a tear-drop shaped ruby in the pommel.
"En garde." Said The Storyteller, before swinging both the crimson bladed sword and the dark bladed staff over his head and, seemingly without any physical impulse, shot towards Miranda with an incredible burst of speed. He brought both weapons around for a sideways strike, although out of the two, the staff's blade was more dangerous; as he had demonstrated, its substance created rifts when it cut into something, rather than cleave like a normal blade. Landing a strike could have disastrous but nonetheless creative effects on the mage.
"... Diasos myabres!!" Miranda cried, one of the few times her secret language was spoken loudly enough to be heard. There had been a short sentence before it to complete the spell, which now resulted in two flashes of light on either side of the mage. On her right side, a massive golden shield the shape of an oak leaf formed, strapping to her arm and quickly allowing her to defend against the blood red blade. In her left hand formed a long, thin poleaxe that oozed dark shadows, the entire construct seemingly made of obsidian. Wielding the weapon as if it was nothing, the mage effortlessly maneuvered it to deflect the staff-blade, knocking it aside and avoiding damage.
Laughing as she rushed forward, the mage-turned-warrior began an impressive display of skill with her weapon set, beginning with a shield bash that turned into a thrust with the poleaxe, followed by a twirl that brought the weapon down from overhead. The Storyteller was able to deflect the obsidian polearm with his own dark blade, and parried the weapon with his crimson rider's blade when it was brought down from above. She finished with an attack with the shield's edge striking The Storyteller's neck, as he was left open from blocking her attacks. She then quickly backed up.
The Storyteller took his hand off his staff — which remained by his side without falling — and rubbed his neck. "Very well done! You make a fine warrior! But was your expertise physically or magically gained? It all comes down to your experience of fighting, not just experience with the weapons themselves!"
Miranda chuckled lightly. "Perhaps it's a little of both. You'll have to test me to find out!"
As if in answer, the deity plucked his staff out of the air and once again charged the archmage. Spinning the staff twice overhead, he committed wholly to a sideways strike with the dark blade. Assuming the defensive, Miranda twirled the poleaxe to catch the staff-blade between the tip and the axe-head. Dark construct met stone in a crash and, due to the nature of the two weapons, reality seemed to shift visibly around the point of impact. Nothing else seemed to happen, however, as now the two weapons were locked. Miranda began muttering a spell under her breath, seemingly a small phrase over and over again. Her lexicon floated behind her, open to the page that the spell was on. Due to this spell, she seemed fully capable of matching strength with the Storyteller... but for how long?
The Storyteller couldn't react immediately due to putting all of his force into the strike, but nonetheless struck away the poleaxe with the blade in his left hand and spun backwards through the air, with the intention of slashing at Miranda with the triangular eyelash markings under his eye-like wings. Coming out of the flip, he moved backwards, holding his staff and sword at the ready.
Miranda recoiled a bit as the attack threw her left arm wide, forcing her to bring her shield arm up to defend herself. The bladed wings drew fine grooves in the golden metal, but it was an otherwise effective block. With a bit of distance between themselves, Miranda allowed her spellbook to swivel in front of her, allowing her to read the next spell she had in mind. Snarling the words, the archmage spun on her heel clockwise and released her shield upon reaching the complete circle. The golden disc hummed with energy as the spell infused it with power, reaching the Storyteller in a second's time and threatening to split him in twine.
That wasn't all, however. Immediately after she threw the shield, Miranda inserted another spell into the mix, thrusting her poleaxe forward despite being quite out of range for a melee attack. Instead, a beam of darkness shot forth from the ebon weapon, following the shield's trajectory like an unholy shadow.
The Storyteller extended both hands, clenching his weapons, and revealing a set of rings upon his fingers, with large Sunstones set in each one. Bands of colour flowed out of each Sunstone like spectral ribbons, which wove together to form large, disproportionate hands. They rushed forward and caught the shield, but with the energy and force put into it, the hands were forced towards The Storyteller before they could arrest the shield's movement. He held it fast in front of himself, protecting himself from the dark beam the archmage fired at him. Shadows splayed across the gleaming surface of the shield, causing the light-based fingers that gripped the edges to flicker and fade as the shadows cancelled them out. Eventually, the hands failed altogether and the shield fell from his grip, decapitating one of the Hydra's heads and slipping into the portal beneath it on the way down.
While he concealed it well, The Storyteller was all but exhausted. Taking hits and dealing them wore down on what little energy he lad left, but using the Sunstones was unwise; they required a delicate, artistic, and even scientific expertise to properly use, which in and of itself required lots of effort and concentration. He should have at least limited himself to a more simple attack from them, like a Red Ray of Destruction. He knew his time with the mage would be short, so he withdrew the rider's blade and Sunstone rings and began to fly backwards, towards the toppling observatory.
Panting from the effort of the maneuver she had just completed, Miranda grunted sourly as she watched the golden shield fall into the crevice of one of the Storyteller's portals. She half-wondered if she would ever be able to conjure it again once it was in that dimension. Refocusing on the task at hand, however, the archmage twirled her weapon into a two handed grip, hands gripping the shaft at around the standard two feet apart. Breathing slowly to steady herself, Miranda began to read the lengthy spell that was now open before her, marching forward at a reserved pace.
The Storyteller flew close to the ground at the base of the tower and, holding his staff upside down in one hand, put both feet against the lower end as if he were grinding with it. He flew low enough that the blade at the end of the staff sank into the ground and began to carve a long, curved rift into it as The Storyteller began to circumnavigate the tower.
This is it... our final clash... Miranda thought to herself as the words spilled from her lips. As she walked forward, her stride began to slope upward into the air, walking on invisible ground that lifted her skyward as she proceeded towards her opponent. As this happened, Miranda began to slowly spin her weapon in circles to her sides, each rotation completing on a different side of her body as she moved. At first it was mechanically in tempo with her own steps, the whisking of the wind counting the time of her otherwise soundless footfalls. Slowly it began to accelerate, however, her hands deftly spinning the weapon about as if it were a foot-long baton. Energy began to build up about her as this happened...
But her spell was still not ready.
The Storyteller zoomed around the base of the tower on his staff, well aware that time was short for him. He would conjure but one more spectacle for the mage before his final round in the deathmatch ended. He increased his speed, and upon finding the starting point of his dimension tearing grind, brought his blade up to it and completed the circuit.
The effect was slow to reveal itself, at first, but it was obvious that The Storyteller had done the same thing that brought the Tripod out of the ground earlier: he had cut a circular rift into the ground, causing the entire tower and the stone it stood upon to fall into the Dark Realm.
The air shook and the ground rattled as the impeccably tall structure sank into the ground, its replayed explosions and electrical surges continuing as it accelerated into the portal. The Storyteller lifted into the air and alighted on the top of the observatory, as he had done before, and grabbed onto a protruding bar of steel to keep himself there. He looked at Miranda, and despite the building's height the distance it fell had him level with the mage. She was preparing an attack with her polearm, but she was some distance away; he would have time.
The tower continued to pick up speed, and soon after, it passed completely through the portal and into the Dark Realm. The portal closed, leaving behind a large crater where a chunk of the ground beneath the tower had been removed. For a while it seemed that The Storyteller had disappeared, taking the tower with him. There was a moment of quiet, without the tower's perpetual chaos resonating through the air.
Then, high above the former place of the structure, a portal began to open. A tiny circle of swirling black and purple facing Miranda began to expand, rippling the light around it as if it were wrinkling the fabric of the world. It grew and grew, until it was even wider than the crater below it. There was another moment of suspense, before with a howling rush of air, the tower emerged from its dark surface.
It charged bottom first, sideways, out of the portal at the speed of a bullet train. As gravity began to take its toll on the now sideways building, the metal that comprised it began to groan like a roaring monster and the tower began to bend and arc downwards, right towards Miranda. And crouched on the top side of the flaming column of steel wreathed in crackling electricity was The Storyteller.
Miranda was impressed, to say the least. The god quite literally just turned most of the battlefield into a massive projectile that would inevitably finish her in a single blow...
That is, if she was anyone but Miranda Tyranius, High Archmage of the Chosen.
Her spell reached a fever pitch as the twirling of her polearm reached speeds that blurred its trajectory into a dark mass at her sides. Words poured from her mouth and the book flipped to the next page of its own accord, allowing her to continue uninterrupted. Closing her eyes, Miranda finished the last few words by memory as her feet picked up the pace. She was now running straight towards the building, her angled ascent still continuing with no visible platform. There was a thunderclap as her spinning polearm suddenly snapped to side, left arm holding it down at an angle with its lower shaft across her back.
Barking a word of power, Miranda lept as she came close to the tower's base, her feet lightly landing on the building as she began to race against its downward velocity. She began to move faster and faster, her eyes locked on her opponent that was sparkling lightning bolts from his body. There was a moment where time seemed to stand still as they closed on one another, faces mirroring each other's determination. Miranda felt an appreciation for her opponent in that moment, causing her to smile ever so briefly.
That momentary lapse of time seemed all the slower compared to the burst of action that followed. Crying out, both entities swung their weapons at each other, readying for the end. Reality once again warped as the ebon axe and the rift-making blade met. There was another moment of suspension... And then the Storyteller's staff was ripped from his hands.
Another blur of motion, and Miranda's staff went through his abdomen, pinning him to the side of the still-falling building. The archmage braced herself for impact.
The tower met the ground with an earthquake inducing collision that assaulted the ear drums. The Storyteller and Miranda were barely able to hold onto the toppling behemoth. The clump of earth still attached to its lower end exploded into a nebula of flying dirt and dust as the building ground along the earth, tearing a deep trench through the hard stone. But the building itself experienced a far worse fate. Falling to the ground at a near vertical angle, the impeccable force applied to it ran through the entire length of the structure.
Several dozen floors were destroyed as the building collapsed in on itself like an unwilling accordion and gave a steel-rending, ear-splitting metallic shriek that made speech impossible. But bent by its fall, and even more so by the collision with the ground, the building bowed and outright snapped in half.
The breaking point burst with an explosion of metal and debris, and while the bottom half continued to plummet forward, the top half tilted backwards and threatened to fall onto the bottom half, which both archmage and deity were desperately holding onto. Soon both were engulfed by the choking cloud of dust and their world went dark.
The Storyteller tried to say something to Miranda, despite the poleaxe skewering him to the toppling monument, but his words were lost on the wind and dust that rushed past them. The shapeless darkness below them solidified into the inevitable form of the ground, rushing up to meet them. Just as it seemed that they would both be crushed under both halves of the building, The Storyteller cast his hand forward and opened a portal on the ground beneath them. The tower slammed into the ground with a mighty crash, but neither of the combatants felt it as they were flung into The Storyteller's personal dimension.
The tower's impact with the ground dislodged the poleaxe through the Storyteller's abdomen and sent both him and Miranda into the Dark Realm, along with a host of metal debris and rocks. The roaring tumult of the tower's destruction faded away to be replaced by the soft wind that rushed by their ears. Together they floated through an unimaginably vast spherical space, bordered by swirling black and purple and lit by intermittent flashes of lightning. There were other things floating distantly in the void, too. Various weapons and tools taken from previous encounters, an assortment of monsters peacefully hovering through the private universe, and even a few fighter drones. But by far the most common objects in the Dark Realm were books. Hundreds of books in all shaped and sizes, and even languages, drifted in solitude. Miranda was fascinated, to be sure. Even breathing heavily through her exhaustion, the look of wonder lighting up her face was unmistakable.
After a while, The Storyteller opened another portal in front of the two and they passed through, Miranda only taking a moment to look back forlornly.
They once again felt gravity take a hold of their bodies and they toppled out onto hard stone. They were back in the arena, deposited on a rocky outcrop about a kilometre from the tower that lay in two parts, and some small distance above it, where the deity's staff rested. It did not reset; its removal from the arena had alleviated the time-looping effect placed upon it by the gods. Now its explosions occurred simply by way of chain reactions, not by supernatural forces. The two metre wide portal standing vertically to their side deposited a few bits of rock, some shrapnel, a severed head of a Hydra and the shield that removed it from its body before closing again.
The Storyteller coughed. "Well done, Miranda." He wheezed, sitting up against a raised piece of stone behind him. He put a hand on the obsidian weapon lodged in his abdomen and began to pull it out.
"You truly... have... earned-" He yanked the weapon free. "-dominion over the other combatants. You fought well."
He placed the poleaxe by the shield and picked up his staff. Whether by luck or by intent, he had brought them to its resting place after their final clash. He withdrew the dark blade at its head and indicated the weapons.
"These belong to you, of course. As does that." Pointing to a point between their raised platform and the tower, The Storyteller indicated the Golem that was lumbering towards them.
"I just hope that our hosts let you take souvenirs with you." He chuckled. There was no blood on the wound on his chest, but it was obvious that The Storyteller was dying, in a sense. He had taken all the hits the tournament would allow, but he held off his withdrawal from the arena.
"It was such a pleasure to share a hellish deathmatch with you, Miranda." He reflected. "But I must ask: what wish did you implore the hosts grant you upon your victory?"
Miranda smiled coyly at the diety, watching as her book materialized in front of her, still shining from the power of the spell she still yet held. Murmuring a single word, the book's glow faded, a few small sparks discharging from her body indicating a spell's dispersal. The fact that there was any visible discharge at all told the story of just how powerful the spell she had ready was. With that same sly smile, Miranda looked up at the Storyteller and answered him.
"Immortality... in a sense," she began, looking down at the cuts she had earned from the flying debris of the falling tower. "I've basically asked them to allow me to join their little... pantheon, I suppose you'd call it. This deathmatch fascinates me to no end... I would enjoy having a part in it throughout its discourse... preferably from a more... controlled environment, however." Her smile never wavered as she watched the Storyteller's face.
"I pray you won't think any less of me for stooping to their level, friend," she said with a wink.
"I couldn't." Dismissed The Storyteller. "Here I am, participating in the tournament itself. You chose a wise reward. You have all the time in the universe now, which will grant you more than any one wish could. But it also means that we will meet again."
With that, The Storyteller shuddered, and vanished completely.
Miranda frags The Storyteller
"The world of violence and the horrors of warfare, reach upon the heart and alters the mind leaving wreckage in its path that every moment of time has to remedy."
"What the fuck was that??"
"What was what?"
"That stupid speech you just gave."
"I was trying to be deep."
"You're a fucking god! You, by definition of being a god can never be shallow. You could run around yelling Tits TITS TITS TITS!"
"It's not Thursday yet"
"Shut up, as I was saying it would be by definition deep because you are depth as a whole because you are a creator!"
"Mostly of Jizz."
"HA!"
"I will kill you!"
"You should all stop for a moment and think about the battle."
"Hmmm? What battle?"
"The one that just ended you ass, I'm starting to think that you are just old and not a god at all!"
"That's just fine, make fun of the old god. Let's just work on doing the victory speech."
"Fiiiiine"
The winner of the third annual Death Match is..........
Miranda!
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"Now that was an exciting game for a second there I wasn't entirely sure who would win the deathmatch."
"I knew and now you fuckers pay up. A bet is a bet is a bet!"
"Fine, take your piece of the universe, but you have to deal with her now, you know that right?"
"I can handle it. I'm god bitch"
"Who the hell are you calling a bitch I would kill you where you stood, if death was not a thing for us"
"You are a very very stupid entity..."
"Just go"
"Grumble Grumble"
"Okay Miranda, we know what you want and we have given it great consideration. The game of the gods is exactly that. In order for you to join you'd have to have something to lose. You have nothing to lose. We can give you immorality but we can't give you the power it takes to take part alternatively we can give you the power needed to host but you can't have the resources of power to be able to gamble with the gods which is the point. Not at once as we recuperate per year. So I'll give you this. A year of life and power enough to host the next death match and you have hold the power we hold at stake when we gamble for victory in our bets. With it you will be one of us soon enough. There's more to being a god than power. There's creating perfect perky breasts, which is more complicated than you think since babies don't start with breasts..."
THE END
If you were interested in this game then please join the 2014 Fourth Deathmatch which will likely happen in march or after April(RPApril stole my ideal time to host this effing game.).
To everyone who played thank you! I am honoured that you would do so wall as to help me! Thank you!
If you want to learn about the death match click the link.http://s590.photobucket.com/user/SQJPure/media/Movie24_zpsae8f9384.mp4.html
Potatrobot
02-08-2014, 01:58 AM
Wrong thread, sorry.
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