Dissentions V2.0

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Character Backstories Here (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=279706)

Sign ups still open. 1 NPC needs a new master.

REMEMBER! The gold is apparent net worth. Plz do not ask me if this doesnt match with what ive told you before after adjustments. If you need your gold total pm me.

Team Lists

The Ankh-Morpork City Guard
1. taillesskangaru, The Shaman 630g
2. Catharsis, The Dreamer (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6950368&postcount=9)655g
3. Kol.7, The Illithid 625g
4. Renata, The Planeswalker (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6964882&postcount=31) 706g
5. Rogueknight, The Risk-Breaker 700g
6. Bullshido, The False Prophet Nearly Split in Half Innocent

Lucky Bastards
1. BananaLee, The AEthermancer (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6948611&postcount=3) 856g
2. Niklas, Lady Luck 655g
3. Pinman, The Sacred Fist (http://http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6965263&postcount=32) 982g
4. Tasslehoff, The Warlock 943g
5. Methos, The Spellsword 1321g
6. Backward Logic, The Carrion Feeder 758g

Team 4
1. neverwonagame3, The Horseman (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6948487&postcount=2) 778g
2. scungebian, The Holy Man 750g
3. Bris, The Drunken Brawler 1032g
4. merciary, The Shadow Stalker (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6950355&postcount=8)707g
5. Rheinmetall, The Overlord 732g
6. Nahkarama, The True BelieverImpaled Innocent

Team 5
1. sirtommygunn, The Arcane Adept 765g
2. Charles Li, The Shadow Dancer 565g
3. dcbandicoot, The Juggernaut (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6957761&postcount=30) 885g
4. Stuck in Pi, The Illusion (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6949402&postcount=6)685g
5. rathluirc, The AmeboidEvaporated Innocent
6. KittoKittoAsa, The Sadist 927g

Team 6
1. mythmonster2, The Vampyre (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6949959&postcount=7) 693g
2. D'Artagnan59, The Mutant Drowned Innocent
3. choxorn, The Barbarian (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6951358&postcount=15) 661g
4. kill fire, The Necro-Master Fell Over Dead Innocent
5. Leeksoup, The Forsaken (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6951305&postcount=14) 996g
6. Allysian_Feilds, The Mage Masher 777g

The Overcast Knights
1. thomas.berubeg, The Were-Beast (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6956262&postcount=29)761g
2. LightFang, The Void Walker (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6953731&postcount=27)Strangled Innocent
3. The13thRonin, The Ronin (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6949212&postcount=4) Stabbed Innocent
4. Chandrasekhar, The Mentor (http://forums.civfanatics.com/showpost.php?p=6966163&postcount=35) 1104g
5. Izipo, The Blood Brother 898g
6. Dirty Fighter 787g

Current Cycle Count:Night 5

Current Voting Tally

Next Combat
Renata vs neverwonagame3
Renata with the stage choice.

Voting History

Day 1
Ronin The13thRonin: 4
Vampyre Mythmonster2: 4
True Believer Nahkarma: 15.2
Sacred Fist Pinman: 17.2
Horseman Neverwonagame3: 2

Ronin The13thRonin: 4 (Catharsis, RogueKnight, Rheinmetall, Sirtommygunn,
Bullshido, choxom, Neverwonagame3, scungebian; Support by The13thRonin, dcbandicoot, Kol.7, scungebian)

Vampyre Mythmonster2: 4 (Catharsis, merciary, sirtommygunn, choxorn, KittoKittoAsa, Nahkarma ; Supported by mythmonster2, choxom)

True Believer Nahkarma: 15.2 (Renata, BananaLEe, Niklas, Pinman, Methos, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, D'artagnan59, kill fire, thomas.berubeg, lightfang, The13thRonin, Chandrasekhar, kol.7, Leeksoup, mythmonster2, Izipo, Backwards Logic ; Supported by Nahkarma, Tasslehoff, Neverwonagame3 )

Sacred Fist Pinman: 17.2 (Renata, BananaLee, Nikalas, Methos, merciary, Stuck in Pi, D'Artagnan59, kill fire, thomas berubeg, lightfang, Chandrasekhar, Rogueknight, Bullshido, Leeksoup, KittoKittoAsa, Izipo, Backwards Logic)

Neverwonagame3: 2 (Tasslehoff, scungebian)

Day 2

The13thRonin, The Ronin: 10.1
D'Artagnan59, The Mutant: 12.2
Mythmonster2, The Vampyre: 3
Brisingaman, The Drunken Brawler: 1
sirtommygunn, the Arcane Adept: 1

The13thRonin, The Ronin 10.1: (KittoKittoAsa, sirtommygunn, LightFang, Allysian_Feilds, kill fire. D'Artagnan59, choxorn, merciary, thomas.berubeg, D'Artagnan59, Stuck in Pi, taillesskangaru, Tasslehof, Methos, scungebian ; Supported by: The13thRonin, Pinman, Izipo, Chandrasehkar, Niklas, dcbandicoot)
D'Artagnan59, The The Mutant 17.2: (KittoKittoAsa, The13thRonin, LightFang, Chandrasehkar, merciary, Izipo, thomas.berubeg, neverwonagame3, Pinman, choxorn, Rheinmetall, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, taillesskangaru, sirtommygunn, Rogueknight, Bullshido, BananaLee, Methos, Niklas ; Supported by Tasslehoff, mythmonster2, Allysian_Feilds)
Mythmonster2, The Vampire 3: (kill fire, Rheinmetall, Rogueknight, BananaLee, scungebian ; Supported by neverwonagame3, Bullshido)
Brisingamen, The Drunken Brawler 1: (Catharsis)
sirtommygunn, The Arcane Adept 1: (Catharsis)

Battle 1:
Pinman, the Sacred Fist vs Nahkarma, the True Believer
Pinman Wins, Nahkarma was Innocent!
Betting:

The Following players have lost gold betting:
Renata -100
Rogueknight -400
merciary -50
KittoKittoAsa -50
Chandrasekhar -50
Izipo -100

The follwing players have won gold betting:

Kol.7 +20
BananaLee +78
Tasslehoff +60
Niklas +20
Methos +156
Backwards Logic +78
neverwonagame3 +39
dcbandicoot +70
Stuck in Pi +20
Mythmonster2 +39
choxorn +20
kill fire +20
leeksoup +39
Allysian_Feilds +20
Lightfang +39
The13thRonin +156

Battle 2:
Methos, the Spellsword vs Bullshido, the False Prophet
Methos Wins. Bullshido was Innocent.

Betting Results
The following players have lost gold betting:

Catharsis -80
Kol.7 -150
mythmonster2 -100
D'Artagnan59 -50
Allysian_Feilds -100

The following players have won gold:

Chandrasehkar +9
The13thRonin +93
LightFang +51
thomas.berubeg +9
kill fire +9
choxorn +18
KittoKittoAsa +87
scungebian +18
Pinman +34
BananaLee +18
Rogueknight +60
Niklas +9

Battle 3:
The13thRonin, the Ronin vs D'Artagnan, the Mutant
The13thRonin Wins. D'Artagnan was innocent.

Betting Results:
The Following players have lost money betting

Methos -50
Charles Li -200
Stuck in Pi -100
mythmonster2 -100
choxorn -100
Allysian_Feilds -50

The following players have won gold betting:

taillesskangaru +25
RogueKnight +225
Tasslehoff +75
scungebian +25
dcbandicoot +50
KittoKittoAsa +100
leeksoup +50
Thomas.Berubeg +25
LightFang +100
Izipo +75
merciary +50

Battle 4:
Chandrasehkar, the Mentor vs kill fire, the Necro-Master
TBD

And yet another one.

And with much trumpeting fanfare and similar silly and pointless festivities, Tolis takes the podium. Nor was it an ordinary podium. It was orantely engraved with shapes of bunnies and sheep. Why bunnys and sheep, no one knows, or even cares, as this is not the story of the podium, even though it was quite a pretty podium. One charming and intelligent, and defiently would make for an intersting saturday night date. That is, if you were above the taboo of dating a podium. But I digress.

Tolis, dressed in the vivid purple robes of his post (although it was never really clear what his post actually was) coughed lightly, raising his hands for silence. But in the caucaphany of sounds and lights and colors, and distracted by the sheep, the crowd paid him little heed. So again Tolis rasied his hands, this time more then asking, but not quite demanding yet. And still he was ignored. Not flusted in the least, Tolis rasied his hands yet again, not only demanding, but with a subtle threat against everyone's first boy child left hanging in the air. And it was literally hanging there. Huge purple letters, matching Tolis's robes, appeared in the air, spelling "SHUT UP OR I WILL KILL YOUR FIRST BORN CHILD" hung in midair. That got their attention.

Speaking through a magically enhanced crystal, speically made for this event, Tolis's voice boomed out across the group of gathered combatants.

"Welcome to the greatest collesium challanges the world has every known. You know why you are here. To determine the fate of your homelands. We, the Imperials, have graciously agree to grant our impartial oversight to this tourment. Now for the rules. Firsltly, save the fighting for the arena. No blood should be spilt outside the arena grounds. Secondly, since there may be childern watching at home on the telly, no foul language. We don't mind our kids watching the violence, just dirty words. Lastly, no cheating."

Tolis claps his hands, and cowled servents, head bowed low approached. Each of them had bunnies and sheep embroided on their robes. They pass out bags to the contestants.

"You have been granted 500 gold peices to spend as you will. Daily you will also be given a smaller ammount of gold. Do what you wish with this gold. There are many craftsmen, mages, and instructors who would help you improve yous skills. Or you could purchase some useful things from the various shops. Or you just could get totally trashed every day."

"Each person has 2 votes for the battle of the next night. The daytime combats are choosen totally at random, as social skills should have nothing to do with an arena. The first day (24 hours) is more of a meet and greet. and then the voting will commence. During this this time, you would be wise to elect your team leaders, who can then change you teams name. While i personally enjoy the anomity granted by a simple name, many people dont share that idea. If you have any questions, you can find me in my chambers."

Tolis stalked off to his tent.

Indeed, this is not the story of a podium, nor even of a wickedly awesome man named Tolis. This is, in fact, your story, and it begins thus...

(done in wordpad will clean up when i get home)

Is R.P allowed?

Lets get the party STARTED!

Public Posting is Now Open!

Not only allowed but encouraged.

Your gold count is kind of hard to read. Maybe you could bold that. Or make it gold colored, not yellow.

And link to each person's background story.

Horseman sighed. It was beggining to dawn on him that they could not afford to take this contest lightly. At first, he was relying on King Henry and Strategos's known lack of honor to prevent the contest being a serious issue. But he had just heard the news- King Henry was dead.

The new King was the ex-prince, now renaming himself King. He was a traditionalist, and emphasised honor above all else. He supported the contest, desiring for an end to the wars.

Strategos could have asssasinated him, but the newly renamed King took action first. Now Strategos was dead, and if Horseman lost the contest he would be as well. He had no choice- despite his previous plans to contest the revolt, he would have to win or face the destruction of the realm he had fought for...

nice 2 more sign ups. Nahkarma and Bullshido are back! Welcome the false prophet and true beleiver

Bullshido, the true prophet, wise beyond his years, looks around eying the various competitors with a scrutinizing gaze. As his stare shifts to you, your eyes meet his, and it seems as if your soul itself is an open book laid bare. With a smirk your direction he continues his inspection around the room.

Suddenly, his eyes go white for a moment. He holds his head with both hands, letting out an inhuman scream.

"No... make it stop!" he cries, the falls to the floor in agony while rolling back and forth over the ground. Slowly the writhing subsides and the prophet is still. Shaky on his feet, he stands once more.

"These ...fools... have no idea" he mutters under his breath, perhaps louder than he should, "Its coming..."

"It's coming... and I WILL be ready..."

Lets all Welcome our sadistic KittoKittoAsa :) Yet another sign up

Suddenly, his eyes go white for a moment. He holds his head with both hands, letting out an inhuman scream.

"No... make it stop!" he cries, the falls to the floor in agony while rolling back and forth over the ground.

The Dreamer turns off her Celine Dion CD.

Sorry about that. Anyway, can't stop to rest, eh? Got to do some serious training.

Meghghan drops to the ground, fast asleep. Onlookers notice that she appears to be humming the 'Rocky' theme.

The Illusion fades in and out among the crowds, looking for something to do, when he hears the speech.

"No cursing? Ah, ****."

When he realizes others heard him, he fades out of sight to sneak back to his room.

"That was close. Better get practicing to pwn all the n00bs here."

I am the Sacred Fist, guardian of all that is holy in this here fair land. The powers of the Divine will shelter me through this perilous contest, and allow me to serve them as needed.

So therefore I beseech you fair men, let Me, The Sacred Fist, fight that foolish man Nahkarama, The True Believer. I sense that he is not true, and his presence brings me great shame.

Nahkarama! I challenge you to a duel to the death!

The Illusion steps out of his tent, alerted by the challenge

"Very brave, very brave. Making a challenge so early. Sacred Fist, I support your going into battle, and Nahkarama, you will answer his challenge. And being so bold as to go into battle, I'll wager 50 gold on The Sacred Fist"

Having said his peace, he and his five identical appearances walk back into his tent.

A bench. A pile of clothes and rags.

Suddenly, hearing the challenge, the pile seems to unfold, it is a dark robed, hooded figure, with his face hidden. A low hissing appears to come from beneath the hood.

''(hiss) Braaai... Uhh I mean, um errr (hiss)''

The voice seems to change suddenly, it is now bold and strong.

''A brave challenge! Let us see the man ''Sacred Fist'' and (hiss, the voice stutters momentarilly) the man ''Nahkarama'' fight.''

''Illithid bets 100 gold on the man ''Sacred fist'' to win.

So, how are all of you guys?

''(hiss) Illithid hungers. Won't you feed poor Illithid, horrible creature?''

Oh and let Lady Luck lead us. What better banner to spearhead us into inevitable victory.

May holiness come upon you all.

The overlord looks at his team. Odd bunch nearly every one of them. Just like himself. He lets a hint of a smile to creep on his otherwise emotionless face. Maybe this will work after all.

"Neverwonagame3 wishes to lead us. I don't know if it's to doom or victory, but let him."

Ah, so a fellow teammate desires to set the first battle. Very well then. Let the great Pinman defeat Nahkarma.

Meghghan Psquirrelstone speaks up from the floor, where she is lying on her goose-feather pillow. She still sleeps: but what self-respecting dreamer can't sleep-talk? It's very important for researching the phenomenon, and besides, it proved useful for narrating her Dream Realm victories over countless toymakers in the Grauundgrauundweiss qualifying rounds.

What is this voting? We do not vote yet, am I right? Not for the first 24 hours.

Except, of course, for our leader. I have the greatest respect for a fellow manipulator of dimensional space, so Renata is the obvious choice of leader for Team 1. Isn't that right, Mister Fwuffums?

I agree that our fair Lady Luck should lead us.

The Planeswalker watches the proceedings with amusement.

So the Sacred Fist want to see who the Gods really love? Far be it from me to stand in the way. Pinman and Nahkarma to fight.

And I'll bet 100 g on the Sacred Fist, though the odds are not the best. Still, the winnings should buy something. I know! If Pinman wins, I will stand you all to half a sip of beer!

*The Shadow Stalker sat in the corner laughing and shaking his head at the other contestants*

You all know that we aren't voting or betting on anything right now. Did none of you listen to that bloated windbag Tolis.

[signing up as Carrion Feeder. I'll roleplay as soon as I get confirmation from Tolis]

Did none of you listen to that bloated windbag Tolis.

Tolis who? You mean the bartender? ;)

[OOC: Betting and voting hasn't started yet guys, we're electing team leaders]

I pledge my blade in support of Chandrasekhar The Mentor for the esteemed position of team leader. Wisdom makes for a good general and good warriors need a good general.

Nah not that one, though that one is a good source info on targets on the area of his bar, I was talk about the one with the over inflated ego that threatened to kill everyone's first born. Now I like threats as much as the next operative but try and be original, the first born thing has been done and is a tad to religious for my taste.

Let Lady Luck lead our team.

"Would it be too bold for me to vote myself, KittoKittoAsa as the choice for our leader?"

<She pulls out her whip and twirls it around, cracking it suddenly at the foot of her nearest teammate>

*CRACK*

"Any objections?"

<She grins with an evil look in her eyes.>

The Illusion sees the whip crack at his double's feet, and laughes while exiting his tent.

"Actually, I do object. I think someone with a bit more experiance and, well, smarts should lead us. Like myself, Stuck in Pi. I hope that others will agree. Or I'll have a double follow you the rest of your life."

He walks back to his tent, and observes the situation.

Ahhhh, hmm who shall receive my vote for leader? Wow, interesting group we have here. None seems particularly good for leader. Perhaps the Mage Masher? Mages know an awful amount of knowledge.

"This is fine by me. I just wanted someone to step up."
I change my vote to Stuck in Pi.
<She giggles gleefully at her ploy>
"The team leader is only a figurehead after all."
<She grins evilly at Stuck In Pi and cracks her whip repeatedly at the illusions double>
"Just practicing, dear"

The Ronin is much pleased to see a vile trickster such as the illusionist copping a beating from a leather-clad whip-wielding girl. A visible grin spreads across his face. A sight perhaps as rare as the blue moon itself. Leaning out of his resting place, a shadowed corner of the grounds obscured by the canopy of Tolis' great tent he opens his mouth to speak...

Well, well, well... It seems that there'll be some semi-talented competitors in this three-ring circus after all. One that can make such a base animal dance is deserving of some minor level of respect. If for no other reason than to acknowledge my amusement.

The Ronin bows low to KittoKittoAsa but never lets his eyes drop from either her nor her weapon.

The wizened old woman leaned heavily on her oak staff, following the events unfurling with keen eyes, seemingly taking in everything and a bit more.

Seems we have some people thirsty for blood among us, oh yes oh yes! Wonder why, in a friendly competition like this?

She laughs loudly at her own brilliant joke, bumping the butt of the staff against the ground in the process.

Want me to lead our team, is that so? I will be dee-lighted, yes I would. Lady Luck will luck out yet again, yes she will! But then you need to listen to me, yes you will. Haha, yes you will, and I'm sure you won't like it, they never do those young boys. NO FIGHTING, you hear that, NO FIGHTING! Haha, like you would ever listen to that.

But you there, Sacred Fist, you really should stay your head a bit, I'm sure your day will come. In a rush to meet your maker? Pah, young fools...

I assume we also don't want our kids to see nudity? :mischief:

Perhaps said masher would be a good leader, but he's an NPC. :)

Hmm, well let's see. The Necro-master is a rare appearer, the Forsaken's busy a lot, The Mutant never posts outside of Random Rants and RfMK III, and the Vampyre has limited time (How much?)

Hence, I vote for The Barbarian to lead Team 6.

OOC:I'm not that limited, I get over 3 hours usually.

And I just realized, Mage Masher is an NPC. Therefore, I vote me. I am probably older than all of you combined, and I have gained lots of knowledge.

Niklas has been promoted to team leader!

I believe it has already been agreed, but I nominate myself for leader.

R.P:
"You sure you've done it?"
"I'm sure."

Horseman smiled. His old ally Yama would not be sending anyone to the great contest. He was lucky he was able to stop it though.

When the new King of Hagnaught had ascended the throne, he had executed Strategos in retaliation for Strategos planning his assasination. Strategos's sucessor, the would-have-been Advisor XV, refused the throne for the time being. But that was because he opposed the new style of government.

He had switched identities, fled north, and asked Horseman for aid. Horseman was too busy preparing for the contests, and wanted Advisor to learn his new role for himself. But he had been giving advice about the best way to go about it.

King had given strict instructions NOT to defy the contest's results. But this didn't mean he couldn't try to rig things in his own favor. After all, the Imperial agents were said to be doing it, so why couldn't he?

I believe it has already been agreed, but I nominate myself for leader.
i see 2 votes for you, you need atleast 3 if your team has no npc, and 4 if it does.

Does it count if I vote for Neverwonagame3?

@Tolis: don't you mean 3 with an NPC, 4 without? ;)

@mythmonster: I thnk I've got about 10 months on you, and Leeky's got 3 years. :p

I was talking IC!

How do you know that IC?

Cause, Vampyres are awesome and can read minds. :joke: That's why I said, probably.

I will vote for Stuck In Pi to lead our team. Team unity its necessary in a game as lethal as this one, and the illusion seems fit to guide us through.

And that is enough to make me vote Vampyre. :)

Does it count if I vote for Neverwonagame3?

Yes it does, but that still only leaves 2 votes ffor you.

The Days Voting has begun!

Cycle ends in 48 hours (give or take)

So we can vote for fighting?

yes. you can, if you wish

Sacred Fist vs. True Believer, just cause everyone else wants it. :)

Already did it once, so might as well do it again....

Sacred Fist vs. True Believer

Fine.

Sacred Fist v.s True Believer

Once again were not voting for a fight yet.

yes we are. First 24 hours were a meet and greet. Now thegame is up full swing

Oh, I didn't know the 24 hours were up.

The Void Walker sort of pops into location, having gathered all of Team 8 for a quick chat. As said before, his walk is not so much a walk but rather sort of slipping in and out of this world, popping from point to point along this world and traversing who-knew-what (well, God did, but He wasn't about to tell anybody!) along the way, which just happened to be in other worlds, imperceptible to this one.

"Let me appraise this situation," he says with a lilt like a bird's songs on a beautiful spring day. His head, or at least, the mass of light-sucking darkness that appeared to be vaguely circular on the top of his vaguely-shaped form, seemed to be tilted a bit to the right, as if he were off-kilter.

"We've," he starts, gesturing with his right hand toward the were-beast, "a freaky animal." He continues around the circle, pointing at each person in turn, "a lonely guy," at the ronin, "some young teacher dude with creepy hair," at the mentor, "a mysterious bloody guy," at the blood brother, "and some soulless muddy fighter," at the dirty fighter.

"If I was going to be honest, and I don't know yet, hence the lack of the subjunctive," he says, jabbing a finger with the word subjunctive, as if to emphasize just how learned he is, "I think I would say that I'm the best one to lead this team. You know, as a Void Walker, I've been to places and seen things. I vote for LightFang for captain of Team 8."

He leans forward, putting his face uncomfortably (or comfortably, depending on which team[s] you bat for) close to each other person's in turn, and sort of rotates his hips so that his face is brought in front of each person. The more attentive can see sort of lighter black spots where his eyes would be on a normal person, though they'd of course be the last to call him a normal person.

"Now, there's this matter of a fight. Golly, I like fights. So there's this sacred fist dude, who evidently is pretty religious I guess, and then there's this true believer guy, who believes in something pretty badly. So I think it'll be funny and enlightening to see the two duke it out."

He nods confidently to himself, wondering whom exactly he's assuring with that gesture.

Why not Dirty Fighter versus Mage Masher? They seem to be a little too quiet for my liking..

The Mentor, after spending a long time in contemplation, speaks simply.

"Very well. Let us be led by the Void Walker, LightFang. So long as there is another that desires the responsibility, I will not take it for myself.

"As to the matter of combat, it seems that the fight between the Sacred Fist and the True Believer will be a good one."

BananaLee, if what you're implying is that they are the Imperial agents, and you're right, then that would be a good idea. But a lot of people have been quiet.

The Forsaken looks up from his reverie. Sometimes it is hard to believe that he is no longer in his crystal. He was trapped for so long, it's hard to interact with others. Stll, a deal was a deal, and he knew if he wanted to survive he would have to cooperate.

Admittedly, this group of people was not what he was expecting when he agreed with the Benghadii. The people he normally killed were weak, mere peasants, not these legendary heroes and infamous villains bedecked in armor, spells and glory.

The Forsaken reached down with a claw and began drawing in the dust in an archaic language. After surveying his work, and recognizing the puzzled looks around him as people attempted to understand him, he signed and acted his words out.

"I agree, let the Vampyre lead Team 6. Furthermore, I suggest that Team Six be called, from now on, the Shoguns of Destiny.

Additionally, I support my fellow combatants' wishes. Let the Sacred Fist and True Believer compare their faiths and gods. I restrain from betting at this point."

If LightFang is adamant to seize leadership I won't stop him. I hope he is prepared to act like a leader and spend a lot of his time plotting, scheming or otherwise deceiving rather than drifting off into the void.

[OOC: If you're going to be leader, you're going to have to be active and you're going to have to do more than just name our team]

I change my leadership vote from Chandrasekhar to LightFang for leader.

I think it would be fitting if The Holy Man fought The Vampyre. Light against dark, an interesting combination.

No. I will fight the were-beast. I shall kill him personally.

No. I will fight the were-beast. I shall kill him personally.

Stupid move mythmonster2, I change my vote to read myself to fight mythmonster2.

Ha, ronin, your arrogance shall be your demise. I change my vote to the ronin, if only to show what will happen to those fool enough to challenge me.

OOC : Okay everyone, I'm here, but I don't have much time. I still need to do some backfill to properly RP this, so give me some time.

In the meantime, I support LightFang as leader of Team 8.

lightfang has been promoted to leader of team 8.

There is a series of hissing from he robed figure.

''(hiss) Yes master.... (hiss) I will tell them master. Illithid will be team leader, or the master will be very mad! (there is more prolonged hissing).''

The Illithid is crouched on a bench, humming a strange tune under his breath. He looks up suddenly and red eyes flash from under the hood.

(hiss......)

ooc: smallish post, im to tired to think :P

"A team leader," he mumbles to himself, "what good is that gonna do against the coming...?"

"Renata can lead our team, though a lot of good it will do us... but...perhaps... " he seems lost in thought, "perhaps I speak to quickly. Perhaps there is ...hope?"

"This wil require some further inquiry. Time to consult the book!"

He rushes off to his tent.

The aging lady watches in clear amusement as all the young hotheads scramble to be the first to die.

Well well, what have we here. A duel approved by both duelants, or one where one picked the other and the other hasn't had the chance to speak up and where everyone joins the bandwagon. Which one seems most fair, pray tell? Obvious choice to me, but then back in my day there was something called honor. Ah yes, those were the days, those were the days, I remember so well...

Ah yes, Ronin wishes to fight the Vampyre, and the feeling is mutual, let them at it I say! The Sacred Fist can save his holy wrath for another day.

BananaLee, if what you're implying is that they are the Imperial agents, and you're right, then that would be a good idea. But a lot of people have been quiet.

OOC: Well, it's because they're NPC :p

IC:
The old woman speaks the truth. We certainly can't deny two men their desire to settle their personal vendettas. I say we indulge the two of them. I change my vote to Ronin versus Vampyre. May the one with least bad breath win.

{OOC: Are votes of support allowed?}

yes they are

The Shaman opens his eye.

He had been quiet since all this started, holding up in his little tent set up on the outskirts of the city proper and involving himself in mystical rituals passed down over a thousand generations.

He had a terrible feeling about it all. He had not really wanted to be here, at this tournament, with the very real possibility of a horrible death. He would very much prefer stay back home studying the scriptures, mastering his arts, and conning gullible shepherds and farmers. But then he has a terrible habit of acting on instincts, and senseless violence for fleeting glory in a mortal contest seemed like a good idea at the time.

Never mind that. He is here, and he know he can not hold up in his tent forever.

With a quick prayer to the Sky Goddess, he stepped outside.

Ronin, there is no need to fight a stupid, pathetic, loser as is the vampyre!

But if you wish... Ronin to defeat the Vampyre...

Vampyre! heed me well. I will feast on your broken body once the Ronin is done with you.

I still want to see whose God is the best. Sacred Fist vs. True Believer!

I already said it once, why not again? Sacred Fist vs True Believer

The Sacred Fist grimaces at those who will not let him fulfill his destiny.

I,am the protector of the Divine, of all that is holy! That True Believer is a fraud, somebody who believes in fairy tales. Let me prove the trueness of the divine! Let me protect my beliefs from this blasphemy.

My duty commands me to fight this battle! Do not oppose me in this!

The overlord walks to the sacred fist eyeing the crowd angrily.

"You sir, by my standards are stupid, and the ones following your word, a bunch spineless sheep. You will learn that not everything will go your way in this tournament."

Bah... Come to think of it... Holy wars are such FUN... Sacred Fist versus the true beleiver...

I'm actually going to with Sacred Fist versus Vampyre. It think it would be rather entertaining.

I think it would be more interesting for the Ronin to fight the Vampyre

[OOC: Looks like I have been outvoted]

The people have spoken.

The Ronin sheathes his blade in disgust.

Vampyre heed my word. Insult my team again and I will teach you to fear the name Thirteen.

{Don't we have another 24 hours on this vote? Yes, we do.}

Vampyre can have at it for all I care. Ronin , go for it.

Psquirrelstone speaks from her vantage-point on the floor. She is still asleep.

Well, don't lose heart, Ronin: there is still a day left in which your fight with the Vampyre can be arranged. But I don't... I mean... Mister Fwuffums doesn't understand your motives. You accuse the vampyre because he insulted your team? That is very unlike a 'lonely wanderer'... most unlike the other ronins I have met on my travels. I mean, the ronins Mister Fwuffums has met. :shifty:

Plus, Nahkarma shouldn't fight because his name is an anagram of 'A mark? Nah.' That totally proves his innocence, as far as I'm concerned. :lol:

"Ronin to fight."

{Actually, since some people appear to be betting: Tolis, are we still using the day-night system that was in SnF, and the last Dissensions? (i.e. the player-chosen fight happens in the morning, so they get time to prepare, and the mark-chosen fight happens in the evening for the same reason.) I can't work it out from the bit about day and night in the rules.}

(I wanted some clarification on that as well. I'm not sure when we're supposed to bet. Only after the fighters have been determined, or before?)

yes it is the same as the old SnF, so there will be no combat at the end of this cycle.

Psquirrelstone speaks from her vantage-point on the floor. She is still asleep.

Well, don't lose heart, Ronin: there is still a day left in which your fight with the Vampyre can be arranged. But I don't... I mean... Mister Fwuffums doesn't understand your motives. You accuse the vampyre because he insulted your team? That is very unlike a 'lonely wanderer'... most unlike the other ronins I have met on my travels. I mean, the ronins Mister Fwuffums has met. :shifty:

Ah, yes... The Ronin smiles. But there is safety in numbers isn't there? A multitude of shadows jostle for position around the Ronin.

The Ronin smirks. I will not lose to a reanimated bloodsucking coward. Courage is my greatest strength. I plan to utilize it.

As you wish, oh great wise team leader.

I change my vote to

Vampyre vs Ronin.

Holy wars seem to excite me.

True Believer vs. Sacred Fist.

I change my bet to 50 gold on Sacred fist to beath true believer.

OOC: Just to make sure, this fight we're voting on now will happen next morning? And then the Agent chosen fight will happen next night?

Kol, we can't bet until who's fighting has been decided. ;)

Yes, so long as my team mate desires a fight, I will not deny it to him. Let the Ronin battle against the Vampyre.

The True Believer and the Sacred Fist must do battle!

From deep within a black cloak, a voice hisses,

"Lady Luck shall be an excellent leader. For no victory occurs without some measure of luck."

"And I'd much rather allow the fools Ronin and Mythmonster to get their oh-so-coveted fight, than to force the Believer to fight the Fist. At least, for today..."

The Warlock's cloak seems to twist and swirl. A hiss is heard as air rushes to fill the void left by the disappearing warlock.

From deep within a black cloak, a voice hisses,

"Lady Luck shall be an excellent leader. For no victory occurs without some measure of luck."

"And I'd much rather allow the fools Ronin and Mythmonster to get their oh-so-coveted fight, than to force the Believer to fight the Fist. At least, for today..."

The Warlock's cloak seems to twist and swirl. A hiss is heard as air rushes to fill the void left by the disappearing warlock.

The Ronin speaks to no one in particular. Be careful whom you insult fool. The shadows follow you wherever you choose to hide.

Lady Luck I am aware of your attempts to manipulate circumstances against me. Let me warn you here and now... Your time will come... Your luck will run out... Or I will drive it from your very soul...

This tournament begins how it will end, The Ronin grasps the handle of his katana and bellows BY MY UNFORGIVING BLADE.

Hmph, it appears the Ronin shall fight me. *The Vampyre pulls out his secret weapon, a thin steel rapier* I usually fight without this, but when fighting armed people, this is my weapon. This will not be the first time it will taste human blood.

Hmph, it appears the Ronin shall fight me. *The Vampyre pulls out his secret weapon, a thin steel rapier* I usually fight without this, but when fighting armed people, this is my weapon. This will not be the first time it will taste human blood.

I will teach you to fear the light. The Ronin twirls his unsheathed katana and glancing at the rapier, laughs If your fighting abilities are as unimpressive as that little stick then I think your teammates are going to be carrying you away piece by piece.

Switching my vote temporarily to Abstaining.

*The Risk-Breaker sits with his teamates on the far side of the gathering area, fiddling with a small dice game whilst the shouts and curses echo around him. His coarse brown travelling clothes are completely unremarkable, his long brown hair streches down to the shoulder and looks for the most part unkempt. Aged in his mid thirties the Risk-Breaker offers a sly smile as another competitor comes to join his game.*

Oh, 22 and bust my friend, so close you were! No no, put your money away, we are on gentlemans rules today thanks to the good man Tolis and his 500 gold piece welcoming offer!

Where is the Serving Girl, we need more wine!

*The Risk-Breaker hushes himself quickly, turning to ensure the Dreamer has not woken from her rest. Satisfied she continues to sleep soundly, he clips his companion round the ear and tells him to be more quiet next time.*

*At the side of the table lies his provisions, a set of full plate armor upon a wheelbarrow, with a Heavy Steel Shield and a Warhammer beside it. The helm is adorned with runes which glint faintly against the light. The centre of the helm is two precious stones, ruby and amber. As they intersect the gems have been cut to merge into one another.*

A wizened old trader once passed this on to the Risk Breaker. The Stones are covered with ancient writings, said to ensure that the wearer will never be caught unawares and unprepared. (http://www.pycomall.com/images/P/MasterCard_logo.jpg)

I have been persuaded to step down for now and forfeit my claim on the Vampyre's life. The Ronin turns to the Vampyre in obvious anguish It's your lucky day my friend, someone in this competition likes you enough to stay my lust for blood.

The Sacred Fist can fight the True Believer for now.

I'd like to nominate The 13th Ronin, The Ronin, to fight Pinman, the Sacred Fist.

I call for support votes in my name. I have given my word I will not slay the vile Vampyre as of this round and I have no wish to fight the Sacred Fist, there is no honor in that fight. I do not like it any more than all of you. But I am no coward and I will fight perhaps in the second round. If you want to look at it from a logical standpoint better to have the first two fights of the tournament decided so that the majority of you are not susceptible to sudden unwarranted death in the arena for the arena calls for blood, and if not mine and the Sacred Fist's then whose? Who is willing to risk their neck in my place?

Ah, the Ronin has decided not to fight. Certainly, he intended to play with us all - and tricked a number of us.

I'll change my vote to Sacred Fist and True Believer. If one man doesn't wish to fight, I'll suggest someone who does.

Ah, the Ronin has decided not to fight. Certainly, he intended to play with us all - and tricked a number of us.

I'll change my vote to Sacred Fist and True Believer. If one man doesn't wish to fight, I'll suggest someone who does.

I AM NOT A COWARD, SUGGEST SO AGAIN AND I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU!

The Ronin looks furious and the shadows reach out for BananaLee, grasping at his neck

[OOC: That was not a vote]

I change my votes to support myself and the True Believer to fight.

Very well. As my team mate no longer wishes to fight, I shall revert my vote to its previous state. Let the Sacred Fist fight the True Believer.

Hmph, you realize it was a fight you would lose. Then I will once again fight the were-beast.

Hardly able to stand still for the mirth contained in her, the old woman again bangs her staff repeatedly in the ground.

Hahaha, fighting for the right to die, then fighting for not fighting, young men with addled brains, hahaha! So the Ronin had a change of heart then? Or someone gave him a new heart at least, how convenient, haha!

Sacred Fist against True Believer it is then, may the most pompous zealot win!

In accordance with my teammate's wishes,

I once again change my vote.

Vampyre vs. Were-Beast.

Ronin, I do not suggest you are a coward but would instead suggest that you make the decision to fight or sit out and commit to it before calling others out.

For now, I will vote Sacred Fist and True Believer.

lightfang has been promoted to leader of team 8.

OOC: I like how it says that Izipo is the leader of team 8. ;) Also that it is now named "Shoguns of Destiny".

--

You fellows move quickly!

The Void Walker's eyes, or at least, the gray bits that count for eyes, sparkle. Or they seem to sparkle. They at least dance a bit.

Watch, for me, the one who walks across dimensions, the one who cannot stay still for want of adventure, who goes peregrinating on vagaries, one who has traversed infinity, has no need to change my vote!

But, this is a discussion for never. I care not what you do. I came to watch some good battles and to fight myself. It has been a long time since I've been so excited, for I've seen many worlds in the meantime.

But...I guess my first act as the leader of Team 8 should be to rename the team. For now, I'll call it The Overcast Knights since we seem to be a pretty depressing bunch, although I bet we could find some honor in some of us yet!

He laughs, a sort of laugh that wavers with tremolo in and out of this world. Pretty creepy.

The prophet exits from his tent.

"An interesting letter, my dear ronin" He pulls out sheet of parchment and tears it to pieces, tossing it into the coming wind.

"That is what your word is worth. You have changed your vote 3....4? times now? Your "remembering an act of good-will..."

The prophet snorts in discust.

"Your memory is short. Promises of honor mean nothing from one without it."

Bullshido opens his palm and a flame bursts forth which burns the blowing paper scraps to cinders.

"You are shallow, arrogant, and petty. This will be your undoing. I believe you're too weak to face the future trials, in this world and the one that ticks ever closer. I vote for the Ronin to battle the sacred fist and i urge you all to do the same. Do you really want to continue to endure his cowardly and whimsical nature?"
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Votes totals moved to my other post. (next page)

You just sealed your fate Bullshido. Your future holds nothing but darkness. And you will rue this moment for the rest of your short agonizing life.

As for your word, why don't you fill the rest of the competitors in on your secret alliance with Nahkarma and what you said about team five... Something to the effect of "Getting rid of the weak." Wasn't it?

Shame I had to let that cat out of the bag eh? Oh well... The Ronin whistles to himself

[OOC: I would just like to say that as arrogant as I act in-game, I'm just having a bit of fun, I'm trying to create a little disorder for us all to revel in. After all a games no fun if nothing happens. But it is just a game at the end of the day, and if I met any of you in real life (even Bullshido whom I have chastised {in character} above) I would buy you a beer (or fruit juice for you young-ins who aren't of age ;)) and welcome you as a friend. What happens in-game, stays in-game right guys?]

I'd like to pick a fight with Bullshido myself. I vote for myself against him.

ooc: I seem to rmemeber a rule of only posting after 2 others have but i cant find it and it was broken in this thread already a few times. I found a rules section but could not find any rule stating either way: Anyone got a link or can set me straight on this? I just really want to reply

But since i couldn't find yay or nay, im gonna post anyway. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

IC:
My fate is already sealed, as is yours The13thRonin. You are correct that both hold nothing but darkness. Perhaps though you fail as a samurai you might make a good prophet. You have the tongue for it, though perhaps a bit lacking in the wit.

(had to add more because ronin edited post)

As for your word, why don't you fill the rest of the competitors in on your secret alliance with Nahkarma and what you said about team five... Something to the effect of "Getting rid of the weak." Wasn't it?

Shame I had to let that cat out of the bag eh? Oh well... The Ronin whistles to himself


Ah, now the ronin resorts to lies. Amusing from one who sees himself as so honorable. I have yet to send anyone a letter, bar a reply to you my good sir. Anyone who cares to call me out on that, be my guest. I do find it amusing that you added the end of that as an afterthought. So we have two scenarios:

1: I was going for a "secret alliance" with ronin but they decided otherwise and then tore his letter to pieces and burned it to anger him. Not very likely.
2: The Ronin is lying. Which i find amusing.... I believe the most likely ones to lie would be the agents. Or perhaps he is just dim in the head? That too could be the case. Either way we are better off without him, no?
3: I was dumb enough to admit to the ronin that i was in a "secret" alliance. Wouldn't be much of a secret would it.

That accusation will cost you my friend. This is exactly the type of reason why your word means nothing.

ooc: I seem to rmemeber a rule of only posting after 2 others have but i cant find it and it was broken in this thread already a few times. I found a rules section but could not find any rule stating either way: Anyone got a link or can set me straight on this? I just really want to reply

But since i couldn't find yay or nay, im gonna post anyway. Better to beg forgiveness than ask permission.

[OOC: I don't think such a rule exists, not in this game.]

The Sacred Fist paces around the stadium in his standard angry mood, made no better by Bullshido's words. Finally he turns and pleads towards the crowd.

Is Nahkarma such a coward that others must respond to my challenge for him? Does he have no shame? By virtue of his false faith and her very presence the divine is dishonored. I beg of you all to allow me to cleanse this blasphemer from our presence! It is my duty as the true servant of the divine!

Clearing his throat, the Sacred fist glares at Nahkarma who stands expressionless in the corner.

I fear that we shall have our duel despite your fear, you treacherous apostate, and then we shall see who the gods love. Judging by your silence, am I to take it that you believe they love me more? Renounce your beliefs my 'true believer', and perhaps you will still find salvation... in heaven.

The Sacred Fist suddenly turns and glares at Bullshido.

I have no conflict with the Ronin, but if you do, perhaps you two would like to duel next?

My Holiness consume us all, so that we may find eternal peace and happiness with the divine.

{OOC @ Bullshido: Leeksoup also has votes for the Sacred Fist and True Believer, and Niklas gets an extra tenth of a vote, for respective totals of 14.1 and 16.1. Also, our totals for Ronin don't match, I'll look to see why when I get back. But I caught that much.}

{OOC @ Bullshido: Leeksoup also has votes for the Sacred Fist and True Believer, and Niklas gets an extra tenth of a vote, for respective totals of 14.1 and 16.1. Also, our totals for Ronin don't match, I'll look to see why when I get back. But I caught that much.}

I missed leeks post Thanks. Ronin thing might be because ronin voted to support himself. Those should be 14.2 and 14.2 then yes? or does the 10th of vote get .05 to each?

EDIT: Tolis told me each gets 1.1 vote. So its 1.1 each.

Posting updated list:

Vote totals for all interested, as of this post:

Ronin The13thRonin: 5
Vampyre Mythmonster2: 6
True Believer Nahkarma: 14.2
Sacred Fist Pinman: 16.2
Bullshido: 1
Werebeast thomas.berubeg: 2
NeverWonagame3: 1

Ronin The13thRonin: 5 (Catharsis, RogueKnight, Tasselhoff, Rheinmetall, Sirtommygunn, Bullshido; Support by The13thRonin)

Vampyre Mythmonster2: 6 (Catharsis, Tasselhoff, merciary, sirtommygunn, mythmonster2, choxorn)

True Believer Nahkarma: 14.2 (Renata, BananaLEe, Niklas, Pinman, Methos, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, D'artagnan59, kill fire, thomas.berubeg, lightfang, The13thRonin, Chandrasekhar, leeksoup)

Sacred Fist Pinman: 16.2 (Renata, BananaLee, Nikalas, Pinman, Methos, merciary, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, D'Artagnan59, kill fire, thomas berubeg, lightfang, Chandrasekhar, Rogueknight, Bullshido, leeksoup)

Werebeast thomas.berubeg: 2 (choxom, mythmonster2)

"False" Prophet Bullshido : 1 (Neverwonagame3)

Horseman Neverwonagame3: 1 (Neverwonagame3)


Correct me if i missed something. I did this for my use, and figure it might be useful to some of you.

to make my vote counting easier, if we could color code our votes from now on?
Red is for fighting
Blue is for team leaders
Green is for support
Dark Orange for bets, when they open

I just want point out that this page and first page do not match. One of you is made a mistake.

"I will vote for The Sacred Warrior to destroy the Vampyre. The Sacred Warrior and vampyre both seem ready to battle why not have them fight. Sure neither gets target of choice (ronin/Beleiver), but that make it all more interesting.
<She turns to Bullshido and *crack* the whip snaps at the air in front of him> Now your list is defiantly off. Get to work!

correct list is on the front page will post again after i update with kitto's vote.

Ronin The13thRonin: 6
Vampyre Mythmonster2: 7
True Believer Nahkarma: 15.2
Sacred Fist Pinman: 18.2
Werebeast thomas.berubeg: 2
False Prophet Bullshido: 1
Horseman Neverwonagame3: 1

Ronin The13thRonin: 5 (Catharsis, RogueKnight, Tasselhoff, Rheinmetall, Sirtommygunn,
Bullshido; Support by The13thRonin)

Vampyre Mythmonster2: 7 (Catharsis, Tasselhoff, merciary, sirtommygunn, mythmonster2, choxorn, KittoKittoAsa)

True Believer Nahkarma: 15.2 (Renata, BananaLEe, Niklas, Pinman, Methos, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, D'artagnan59, kill fire, thomas.berubeg, lightfang, The13thRonin, Chandrasekhar, kol.7, Leeksoup )

Sacred Fist Pinman: 18.2 (Renata, BananaLee, Nikalas, Pinman, Methos, merciary, dcbandicoot, Stuck in Pi, D'Artagnan59, kill fire, thomas berubeg, lightfang, Chandrasekhar, Rogueknight, Bullshido, kol.7, Leeksoup, KittoKittoAsa)

Werebeast thomas.berubeg: 2 (choxom, mythmonster2)

Neverwonagame3: 1 (neverwonagame3)

Bulshido: 1 (neverwonagame3)

This is roughly the midday. The voting will end in roughly 26 hours from this post.

OOC: I have been busy with a huge presentation today and a test yesterday (I still am busy, final exam tomorrow) so I don't have much time right now

I believe that my actions are guided in the right direction at all times and nothing I do can be wrong, in the grand scheme of things. That being said, I do not believe it is my time for combat. I support myself and vote the vampyre to fight.

I support Nahkarma and vote for the Ronin, under the circumstances.

I support Nahkarma and vote for the Ronin, under the circumstances.

Oh do you now?

OOC: Nahkarma will be ready to fight when the time comes, as he claims to only have exams tomorrow.

IC: This is a cowardly attempt to get out of a honorable duel.

I have decided that, for my sake, and given what's happening right now, to instead support myself and vote for the true believer. I have no wish to fight the Sacred Fist. Ronin, were-beast, do not take this lightly. Come next day, I shall once again do what I began this day.

I have decided that, for my sake, and given what's happening right now, to instead support myself and vote for the true believer. I have no wish to fight the Sacred Fist. Ronin, were-beast, do not take this lightly. Come next day, I shall once again do what I began this day.

Oh I'm itching for it. Bring it to the table.

Why force the True Believer to fight when there are those such as neverwonagame who want to fight.

Can you ever make up your mind?

I change my vote, again.

Support Vote for Vampyre

Ronin to fight!

Also, with 3 teammate votes, the Vampyre is now leader of Team 6.

Ya Sorry, didnt have time to update before classes!

Mythmonster2 has been promoted to team leader.

For now, I'll remove my vote from the Sacred Fist. With him having a near-majority, it is a wasted vote. Instead, I'll support the Ronin.

As dusk diminishes and darkness befalls the land. The heavenly candles are lit whilst the lowly monks run their rounds.

A quiet whisper from within the temple...

"It is time master."

The Holy Man lifts his weary bearded head, silky grey glistening in luminous sparkles around the Hall of the Gods.

"So it is" he mumbles.

He rises to the occasion, creaking ageless bones grind, and war-torn muscles stretch; "Pass me my staff!" he shouts to his monk companion.

Walking down the corridors of fame. Hangs to the left and right paintings of his predecessors.

"Should I fall this night it would not be in vain, for my days have been long and I have served you all well"

A thousand steps down to the battlefield and he knows them well. For he has cried on them, bled on them, toiled over them, and has longed for this journey for many a long night.

A cold quiet thought, he has had this thought before, but each time the resentment gets stronger....

"At the battlefield they await, fools them all. For what do they know of war, these mindless children. These eyes have seen hell and more, and I have fought battles long before these minors of war forefather's could even talk. Fools them all, and they for their foolishness they will indeed fall."

Another slaughtering awaits, and he sighs one last time...."maybe my end will come this time." And he reaches for the handle of his sword..."Ahhhh....my son, tis another night for feasting."

With a hollow breath echoed in the fires of the earth, the Holy Man bellows his war-cry....

"Let it be heard you fools of the earth; Your god walks before me and you will fall at my feet, or fall at my sword. But you will indeed fall for there is no greater power than I that stands before you. Let it be known there will be blood on this field tonight.....amen.

"The gods have commanded; our team supports the child neverwonagame for he is our chosen one, and you will know that you have met god's fury when you take your last look from your eyes as his blade draws warm blood from your belly.

Amen"

The Holy Man bows his head in quiet prayer awaiting the slaughter to begin.

OOC : Whoa, I leave for a mere two days and lots of stuff happen.
IC :
As it is rather confusing right now, I'll go with my first impression and vote The Sacred Fist and True Believer to fight each other.

{Away for the weekend, will be back on sunday 29th around midday GMT.}

There is a hissing sound from the heap of rags that is the Illithid. Suddenly there is a loud click, his head twitches to the side and an unusually well-spoken and noble voice comes from beneath the hood.

I vote in support of The Ronin, he has stood down and no longer wants to fight today.

I would like to see the true believer prove his faith in his false god, lets see where it gets him.

Are thee Kol.7 the face of a tiger and the strength of a field mouse, beckoning me?

You care to raise your eyes from the hood long enough to consider there is another.

Well my young friend indeed there is. And I have been here a long time.
I should prove my faith you say.
Are you man enough to wear that tiger mask that haunts your very being? I reply.

And if I enter the arena; can I pull you by your tale and use your fat little head to beat my opponent with?

mmm....tasty.
Tiger for lunch.

There is loud hissing in response to scungebian's speech. Another click, another slight twitch of the head.

''How do you mock me, man of God? You ask me to remove ths hood of mine? Come out of the shadows? Hahahahaa. Maybe one day I will. Maybe one day you will see my true face, but not today.''

The Illithid turns and crawls into his tent, returning with a small, pink object that he proceeds to suck noisily. His red eyes glare from beneath his hood.

Between he and thee the darkness settles.
Wild, untamed winds swirl the dust of ages across this battlefield.
In the distance he who beckons stands, red eyes glaring, haunting the restless child warriors around him.
hmmm a foe to reckon with. Just another victim.
Perhaps there is something deeper in his fiery eyes....an alliance in the waiting.
Who knows.
The winds whirl on and the night slowly passes, both refusing to move. and both in each other's stare.

The Holy Man bows his head again and continues in prayer
for the slaughter draws near.

after serious prayer the Holy Man chooses to speak one more time....
A deep husky voice rolls deep from within, eyes fixed on this foe/friend on opposite battlefield; I vote.......Neverwonagame3 and The13thRonin and so ends this day in waiting, pondering's, prayer, and admission.

The Sacred Fist stops flexing his muscles and preparing himself to fight.

Let the True Believer face me, and prove the righteousness of his beliefs.

Let the Ronin rest on this day, he need not fight these battles.

OOC: Noting that the key for color-coding votes is not listed on the front page,

Requests that a copy of the key be placed there for easy access.

Barbarian not understand. Who is this "god"?

Oh he's just something people use as an excuse for things they want to do but normally can't, like "I'll kill you in the name of God" or he's used as threat by people who are powerless to do what they say they will, like "God will stop you". In other words he's a scapegoat, but I'm fine with him because he's gotten me quite a bit of work over the years.

Ah.

Barbarian kill talkative masterless swordsman in the name of this god!

:joke:

lmao@that:nuke:

Say what??

Oh, no, Gods are very real. But they're not for the likes of us. Those who claim they fight with the Gods' approval are only fooling themselves. Divine power can't be used for such self-serving means. Their claims are empty.

True Believer Versus Sacred Fist. Nothing like a good ol' Holy War to entertain the masses.

So, like, when's it gonna be the next day? How long are days and nights?

The voting phase ends 7 hours from now.

As for your word, why don't you fill the rest of the competitors in on your secret alliance with Nahkarma and what you said about team five... Something to the effect of "Getting rid of the weak." Wasn't it?
For your information, I have not entered into any 'alliances' yet. I have had a few offers but I do not trust those whose souls do not sing the truth easily. If I end up doing so, it is because I believe I can cleanse those souls of their evil and deceipt.

Secondly, the sacred fist's talk greatly amusing me. He speaks as those his 'god' is real and mine is not. He even convinced a creature of evil to take his side. Suspicious is it not? That one who claims to be a represent 'God' would not shun said creature, regardless of its opinion. One of true faith can not work with such evil. The illithid has no shred of goodness in its soul. It can not be saved. That being said, I have never once said I believe in a god. Just because I am a true believer, it does not mean I believe in a single entity that governs us all and passes judgement. My beliefs are too complex to discuss in a public forum, as some of us might pass out from overexerting their brains...

Looks at the barbarian, among others.

... which wouldn't be fair to them. If anyone wishes to hear a more detailed explanation they can contact me about chatting in private.

I believed that I could change you Sacred Fist, but I was wrong. Though you are not evil, you are too stubborn to be helped. Very well then, I shall cleanse you of your false faith and your soul shall see what the truth is. You will realize that I am right.

Edit: OOC: for ease, my MSN is dfb@uvic.ca, that address doesn't work as an email however, just MSN

I vote for Renata, the Planeswalker to lead Team 1

The Sacred Fist turns towards the True Believer with a rare smile upon his normally angry face.

Your very words condemn you, and reveal your faith in nothingness. I have not spoken of god, nor do I believe in one. It is the powers of the divine that shelter and save us, that nurture and protect us. It is the divine that I protect, not a god. As for the illithid, it is a creature of the divine the same as you or I, and your beliefs to the contrary expose the fallacy in your thinking. The divine created him, it is not his fault that he bears the shape of an octopus, and yet you would exclude him and torment him. My task is to stand against that, to defend the beliefs of the divine. Let no man discriminate against others for the shape he bears, or the language he speaks. The Divine stands against that! I will stand against that!

The Sacred Fist slowly clenches his palms together and draws a longs word from a sheath at his side.

Still, I am glad that you finally found the courage to accept my challenge and defend your beliefs. You are a blasphemer and worthy of death by my blade, truth, but perhaps the wretched trait of cowardice does not posses you. Although you did try to avoid this righteous confrontation for quite a long time. So perhaps I cannot judge the strength of your character. Regardless, I know who will emerge victorious in this fight, but you may take solace in that fact that you may possess a small shred of honour.

Whirling his sword in his hands Pinman lowers his voice to a whisper.

Your death is near you know, but you still have a chance at eternal salvation. Renounce your worthless beliefs, and accept the true power of the divine. Only then can you find some peace- although in heaven.

Prepare yourself to die you vile defamer.

Finally, having finished confronting his foe, the guardian of the Divine turns towards the others.

Thank you for allowing me to prove the truth in my religion. May holiness consume you all.

You referred to "the divine" as female. That in itself proves 'the divine' is just another name for god. Even if I die, you will see the truth in my beliefs. For I never truely die and my soul shall clease you.

Edit: The true believer smiles knowingly.

I will hear no more lies! The Ronin clutches at the handle of his blade.

I beg to differ enemy of truth, but enough talk.

This is the end of words. To blades!

See reasons like this are why, amongst some others, I don't worship any particular "thing". If anything decides to help me I'm grateful, but until it comes down and smacks me in the face I don't believe it. It's a habit I picked up in my line of work.

It's a habit I picked up in my line of work.

Mathematician?

The Forsaken, listening to the religious argument going on, starts waving around a sign for attention. It read:

You know, for a while while I was trapped in a magical crystal, some people worshipped me as a god.

Barbarian doesn't need god. Barbarian gets enough help from giant axe!

See reasons like this are why, amongst some others, I don't worship any particular "thing". If anything decides to help me I'm grateful, but until it comes down and smacks me in the face I don't believe it. It's a habit I picked up in my line of work. I never said I worshiped anything either. I am a true believer.

Ha, God. I have spat in its face many times, I've slapped the devil, I won a bet against an angel, and a demon is my pet. Religion is nothing compared to my power.

The juggernaut looks unimpressed at the religious debate before him. He has nothing to offer- not that he's the talkative sort to begin with.

Votes are Updated.

The Mage Masher has revealed her name. Welcome to the festivities, Allysian_Feilds.

Reneta has been promoted to team leader.

Day ends in less then 3 hours.

The Planeswalker votes for herself for leader of Team 1.

Edit (OOC): I can't count, apparently. Anyway, Team One is now The Ankh-Morpork City Guard.

Point to renata for team name!

Wish i could find more discworld books in china :(

Votes are Updated.

The Mage Masher has revealed her name. Welcome to the festivities, Allysian_Feilds.

Reneta has been promoted to team leader.

Day ends in less then 3 hours.

{Some OOC: What? I only have 3 votes for the Planeswalker: Dreamer, Planeswalker, and Risk-Breaker. The Illithid has voted for the Illithid.

Also, You have Choxorn both voting for and supporting the Vampyre, and Mythmonster is team leader supporting Vampyre, so Vampyre has 2.9 votes.

And, Vampyre is team leader so the True Believer is at 15.3}

The mage masher walks out of her tent, finally joining her teammates.

"Well this is odd. Quite a roudy crowd, too." She smiles cheerfully, glancing between Ronin and the others clearly amused by the tension in the air.


"It looks to me as if the combatants are already chosen. Good luck!"

The mage masher swaggers back to her tent, her waist-length auburn hair swishing in its ponytail as she made her way back.

"This is gonna be some night..."

Day 1 is Over!
Voting is Closed
Its is Now Night 1.
Night ends in 48 hours.
Agents, Send in Your Choices
Betting is Now Open

The next battle is Sacred Fist vs True Believer. Nahkarma gets the arena choice.

I bet 50g on the True Believer.

Religion is useless. 100 gold on the sacred fist, who will at least fight.

The forsaken silently slaps 100 gold down on the table in the space marked "Sacred Fist".

OOC: 100 gold on Sacred Fist.

50 gold on the Sacred Fist.

Barbarian wonder if this "God" shall interfere with the fight at all...

Just in case, 100 g on the Sacred Fist. Myself, I think the True Believer has at least a 50-50 chance of winning, but this way I cut my team's prospective losses.

50 on the Sacred Fist

The only lady cackles with glee, seeing all those money put on the table.

Hahaha, all those money on some boisterous windbag, it's - so - fun, haha! And when I bet 50 gold on the True Believer, I get all your money, all to myself! And with my luck, you know who's going to win, too. But never mind that, come one, come all, bet on the Sacred Fist, for surely he will win!

*The Risk Breaker smiles at Lady Luck's assertion. Pulling a small coin from his robe, he flips it in the air and catches it. He opens his hand and gives a pleased laugh*

She has done it again!

400 Gold on the True Believer!

The Illithid has been mostly ignoring the recent religious debate, whilst sucking on the pink ''Fruit'' he holds in his hands. There are loud, slurping noises. He appears to grumbling under his breath.

'' 'ssssssss..... A creature of evil? 'sssssssss (slurp, slurp) 'ssssssss. Creeature of evil? (slurp)''

Suddenly there is a click, his head twitches and his voice changes.

''The Illithid will stand down as team leader.'' He said, in a meek, timid voice. (Vote renata)

He looks down at the thing in his hands and screams in disgust, flinging it across the street.

''Woe is me,
woe is me,
trapped for all
eternity.''

He looks up at the other contestants.

''Won't someone free me from this terrible beast?

There is another click, the voice is replaced with the sly, subtle voice of a merchant

''The Illithid will bet 50 gold on the Sacred Fist, could I possibly interest anyone in some fruit? Very good value!''

I shall put down 100 gold on the True Believer.

50 gold on the Sacred Fist.

The Dreamer awakens from her repose.

Phew! That was certainly a tough training session. Now for a well-earned rest.

She starts jogging on the spot.

Ahhhhh. It's nice to relax, isn't it? But I see that a fight with true honour has been spurned during my sleep, in favour of a pointless slap-fight over religion. I once knew a guy who knew a guy who went into Unreality to see if he could find any gods. If he found them, they wouldn't be Real, you see? A clever plan, but unfortunately, when he came back, he never told anyone if he found them or not.

Some people said that he had found a god, and had been bribed with power to keep its non-existence a secret; others theorised that he had not found one and was ashamed to think that there were beings in existence more powerful than he. Personally, I think he got lost and was too proud to ask for directions. Men. :rolleyes:

I might bet, but I wish to see where the odds take us first. I'm leaning towards a Sacred Fist victory, but betting against the Riskbreaker and Lady Luck seems somewhat counter-intuitive. :hmm:

deleted.....

I bet 100Gold on the True Believer.
If luck is on his side... The fight will be one sided.

The Mage Masher walk out of her tent, glancing between the two combatants.

"I see... I will bid 50 gold on the Sacred Fist. This is gonna be a good one..."

The Ronin tosses a bag onto the betting table which spills much coin.

400 Gold on the Sacred Fist.

200 Gold on Sacred Fist

I shall bet 50 gold on the True Believer.

Interesting, the Sacred Fist's teammates have only bet on the True Believer, and the True Believer's teammates have only bet on the Sacred Fist.

This has me curious, to say the least.

{OOC: Public Betting Odds: Sacred Fist is a 7:4 favorite}

Wrong- Backwards Logic, Member of the Lucky Bastards, has bet on the Sacred Fist.

I am also a member of the True Believer's team and I bet for him.

With all these bets on the Sacred Fist, I'm half-tempted to bet on the True Believer. Still won't,though.

{My mistake. I hadn't refreshed the page since Ronin's bet. Actual odds are 25:13}

I'll bet 200 on the True Believer.

Are you FORCED to bet each time? Or only if you do bet you are force to bet at least 10%? I look at betting rules and it is not specific.

You don't have to bet, but it's the easiest way to make money and stay alive.

Well. The Sacred Fist seems very confident. But it would take more than confidence for me to pass up 2:1 odds. 100g on Nahkarma.

There is the 2:1 odds, and the fact that if Sacred Fist loses several rivals will gain particularly. I switch bets- 100g on Nahkarma

I'll put down 180 on the sacred fist.

Now I think about, I'll cut my potential losses by switching back. 100g on Sacred Fist

I place 50g on True Believer. I would think 50/50 to win, so with these odd, look like better chance earn more money bet that way. Do your best Nahkarma! I would threaten you if you lose, but since is a deathmatch, not much threat to be made.

{Ignore this}

As strange as it is to bet against Lady Luck herself, I'll have to support my teammate and place 150 Gold on Pinman, the Sacred Fist

I place 100 gold for stake on the Sacred Fist.

I didn't yellow my bet because it'd be hard to see but I did bold it. Hope it still counts?

Ooh, the fight draws near, and silence settles like a wet blanket on the fireplace of hotheaded youth, everyone looking forward to seeing blood instead of just talking about it. And since I truly hope my young rash team mate prevails, and think he needs all the Luck he can get, I'm going to switch my vote to 50 gold on the Sacred Fist. I don't really like the odds, but I hope you like the gesture, young fool - ha!

The old woman hobbles off towards her tent, to get a nap before the fight begins.

I vote 400 gold on Sacred Fist. Here's to my fellow Lucky Bastard!

I'd like to switch my bet to 200 gold on Sacred Fist. because I can.

Looking at the odds, I think I'll have to Increase my bet to 300 Gold on Pinman if I want to win anything.

I do believe you're 8 minutes past the deadline though :p

ya sorry was on the bus to work.
post will be up soon. Gold calculations will be about an hour delayed, as i have a class at 1 and i dont have time to do it while preping.

End of Night 1

The First Battle

As the crowd slowly settles into their seats, Tolis takes center stage. Surrounding him are rows upon rows of seats, overseeing a polished mirrored surface, a hundred feet side by side.

"Welcome, my brothers and sisters, and anything else. As you may have figured out, the actual battles will not take place here, but through here instead." Tolis gestured and a man-sized glowing purple-blue portal suddenly appeared behind him. "Through this portal lies an environment of whatever we wish. We could go from a tropical rainforest to the blackest night of the void. This is where your battles will occur. And with Nakarma, the True Believer, as the underdog, the choice of arena is his. We shall now test faith in Gods. Which will prevail?"

Tolis gestures again, and Pinman and Nahkarma begin to rise from their seats. Pinman quickly sprung to his feet, and with a single bound, lept over the surrounding wall, to approach the portal. Nahkarma, on the other hand, slowly rose with an almost inpreceptable stagger, eyes red and bloodshot, with dark circles under his eyes. Something seems to be distracting him this day, but no one seemed to know what it was. As he slowly made his way down to the portal, the Sacred Fist has already bound through the poral, the last thing dissappering into the poral was the string of wooden beads hanging arround his neck. When the true beleiver reached the portal, he quickly mouthed a prayer to himself, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, stepped into the portal, but only after a slight hesitation.

Suddenly there was a loud sound, almost as if a hundred thousand people had simultaneously said "whoop," and suddenly the polished surfaced began to shimmer, almost as it had been heated. The waves began to coalesce into shapes. Eventually, the veiwers found themselves looking at the interior of a temple of sorts. Gold leafed pillars cascaded off into the distance, leading the eye to a gigantic statue of marble. The camera switching between combatants, and perspectives changed often, much like watching a live sports event on television. Pinman, in his gold trimmed acolyte robes looked almost at home. He was found sitting cross-legged infront of the statue, head bowed in prayer.

And it began. Unhooking a crude looking mace from his belt, Nahkarma began a warm up of sorts, slamming it into one of the pillars, shattering it into a hundred splinters. Pinman had already begun his preperastion as well, as a silver claw could be seen in his right hand, contrasting to the wooden ring adorning his left. In a fluid motion, the Fist rose to his feet and leaped straight at the Believer, weapon rasised, in a massive overhand blow. As he struck, so quickly were the motions that in the blink of an eye, a cloud of wood shards appeared, obscuring both combatants for a moment. As the debris cleared, the crowd first noticed a massive gash in the stone floor of the temple, and not long after that, a Sacred Fist, kneeling, and nursing a arm that seemed to have an additional elbow. What they didn't notice for a good long time was a True Beleiver, sling at the ready, standing some 50 feet back from where he was standing before.




"Have you seen the light yet, heathen?" came the compellingly deep taunt from Nahkarma.




The only response from Pinman was a grunt, and with a quick twist, he forced his arm back into place. And he was off again, his left arm hanging limp at his side. The True Believer responded in kind, with a flurry of stones that sang as they flew through the air. This time, however, the Sacred Fist was ready, and lept to the side , crouching low behind a pillar. Darting quickly between the pillars and rapidly approaching Nahkarma, the Believer seemed unable to land more then a glancing blow, and more then once had his attack deflected by Pinman's claw.




"What the hell..?" muttered the True Believer, and pointed at the statue at the back of the room.




"You must think I'm stupid," came the reply from Pinman, almost closing the gap.




The statue In the back of the room had taken on a somewhat translucent quality, and began to glow brightly, almost as if a second sun had been placed there. With the sound of a thunderclap, the statue exploding into a blinding burst or radiant energy. The wave hit Pinman mid air, and he was sent flying through two pillars, his momentum only stopped by a third. Yet he was the luckier of the two, as the wave had also picked up the broken pillar on the ground, and sent it flying staight at Nahkarma. Trying to stand his ground against the radiant onslaught, he caught a glancing blow the the head from a flying piece of rubble, knocking him prone and leaving him dazed. It was painfully obvious neither combatant had been expecting that.

Pinman was faster in the recovery, and was upon the downed figure of the True Believer in a moment, aiming a down kick at his unprotected skull. Lifting his mace, Nahkarma caught the Sacred Fist's leg in the down swing, and with a mighty push, knocked him away, sending him flying. Leaping to his feet the Believer rushed after the still airborn Fist. Twisting in mid air, Pinman managed to land on his feet, sliding, left arm still limp at his side. Nahkarma led in, swinging his mace.




As the melee began, the handicapped Sacred Fist kept having to give ground, as both seem equally matched in speed. Blow upon blow were aimed and then avoided, deflected by Nahkarma's mace, or evaded by Pnman's fluid motions. Several landed, but were of minor in nature. Then, after an overly confident attack series that would have been then end of of Pinman, Nahkarma was surprised find his mace arm grasped in the Sacred Fist's left hand. "How was this possible?" murmered the crowd, as they had witnessed it broken only moments before. Nahkarma was also surprised, and as he struggled to free himself, Pinman twisted the limb behind the True Believer, and with the sound of bones cracking, the mace fell from his fingers.




"You haven't heard the last from me, heathen. Mark my words, your soul will be cleansed," cried the True Beleiver as he was launched into the air, with Pinman close behind. At the peak of his flight, he never felt it as the Fist's claws entered his back, tearing flesh and cutting bone, and was sent flying back to the ground at tremendous speed, rasing a could for stone chips and a crater.




The image before the crowd wavered and then, with the sound of a hundred thousand people simultaneously saying "foop," it vanished. Pinman, still floating in the air landed well on his feet. Blood spattered his robes, and his silver claw was now a dull reddish mass of gore, flecked with white bone chips. The remains of the True Believer laid on the ground, neck and back contorted disturblingly, in a growing pool of his own blood. Thus ended the life of one who held his faith in the gods, and one of our stories. But thus began the story of Pinman's rise to glory, or did it?

Pinman was Victorious

Nahkarma was Innocent

He had a net worth of 75 gold, half of which will go to the victor Pinman. The other half will be distributed between his teammates.

The Agents have decided Methos, the Spell Sword, to fight Bullshido, the False Prophet with Methos recieving the arena choice.

The Following players have lost gold betting:

Renata -100
Rogueknight -400
merciary -50
KittoKittoAsa -50
Chandrasekhar -50
Izipo -100


The follwing players have won gold betting:

Kol.7 +20
BananaLee +78
Tasslehoff +60
Niklas +20
Methos +156
Backwards Logic +78
neverwonagame3 +39
dcbandicoot +70
Stuck in Pi +20
Mythmonster2 +39
choxorn +20
kill fire +20
leeksoup +39
Allysian_Feilds +20
Lightfang +39
The13thRonin +156

It is now Day 2
You all have been gifted 50 gold.
Please put in your votes
Betting is open for Methos vs Bullshido

Voting is now open! Gold and betting totals will be update in the next hour or two.

OOC: Excellent, great fight scene.

IC: Ha, religion is useless, you see? False Prophet, eh? Sounds like my kind of person. I shall bet... 50 gold on the False Prophet.

As for voting... I warned you were-beast. I shall fight the were-beast

OOC: Does my second bet count?

OOC: How very interesting! Good job.

@Tolis: Update teh first post or I WILL SMASH UR HEAD IN WITH MAI BARBARIAN WEAPONS!

IC: the Necro-Master sighed. He had gotten his money and had been entertained by the battle, but after watching the first match, he hoped he had not made a horrible mistake coming to this tournament. the Necro-Master walks off to meet up with his teammates.

Ok update is almost finished. Ok its done!

Appernt gold totals are up on the first page, and betting results are on the end of night page.

Sorry took so long. I for some reason had a class during my prep period O_o

100 on Methos

Yellow doesn't work for me sorry.

'' 'SSssssssSSSSss Illithid..... hungers..... for gold.... 'SssssssSSS''

There is a snap and the dark voice is replaced by a childs voice, high pitched and excited.

''Yeeees!!!! I won!!! I won! My favourite part as when he got splatted! Did you see? Did ya? That was sooo cool! 150 gold on the prophet guy!

Snap

''No! That's too much.'' replied the sleazy, mercantile voice that always seemed to surface around money.''

Snap

''No! He's bound to win! I'm betting on him whether you like it or not, fatty!''

Snap

''You're losing all my gold!'', the merchant snapped back.''

Snap

''It's not just your gold! Its everyone's gold! And that means me, too.''

Suddenly the Illithid begins to scream.

'' 'SsssssSSSssss Shut up! Shut up! AAaaaaAAAaaaHhhh!''

The creature falls silent. The crowd around him avert their eyes and pretend nothing happened.

Looking at length over the battlefield, the smell of yesterday's blood still spritening the morning's dew.

hmmm so the Pinman lives. Would have been so victorious without that luck boost who knows.

"It doesn't matter now" a grimly community whisper slithers from the tents of those counting their winnings slips past the breakfast campfires.

Looking around the battlefield; where is this Pinman now? This victor, this champion.

Recovering? Drowning himself in liquor hosting orgious victory parties?

He will wait for another round....And due to his victory those that lost in the frenzy of last night's gambling will have already marked him to fall for the glory of their gold.

The second battle approaches this eve; doesn't look much more than a puppy fight. Oh well my son; your moment will come and we will draw blood from those before us.

Thirsty? Yes me too. Our wine is coming.

Lets just wait for our turn on the battlefield will come. It always does.

Horseman thought through the events around him, but as was the case a lot of the time his mind was distracted. The questions included who to bet on, his bid for the leadership, and others were on his mind.

He had been helping Advisor on the side in an assasination war against his notional liege. Horseman saw him as a traitor to Hagnaught for actually being willing to abide by the results of the contest. Becoming more and more disloyal, Horseman was now willing to actually rig the contest.

But other, more things had happened. King had, while allowing him to stay at the contest, denounced him as a traitor for an assasination attempt he had suggested. Advisor had been assasinated, leaving Horseman on his own.

Horseman was still determined to assasinate the King, hoping to start a rebellion against his rule. But were his motivations pure?

He began to wonder, for a desire for power had been rekindling itself in his soul. If he were to do as he did to restore Hagnaught, that might be justified. But he would rather die, burn in hell, and let King win then do it for power. Or, at least, he thought he would...

The Vampyre has just been itching for a fight. I'd suggest how we see how a Vampyre deals with a Drunken Brawler.

{OOC: Is it possible to show the wins and losses attributed to each person by each betting round? IE, person x gains this amount of gold, person y gives this amount of gold..}

2:5 was the ratio if thats what you were looking for. other then that im not clear as to what you mean.

The Holy Man wonders what on earth Neverwonagame3 is babbling about......????

When the camp of rogues, barbarians, warriors, and holy accords, rest in the middle day heat of day two, Neverwonagame3 wants to tell us a story.

Do tell please, but first decide the topic my dear friend.
For a good tale is never lost, unless it wasn't...........

OOC: I was simply RPing- it wasn't meant to be me telling a story IC.

I am always RPing thats why I like these games

but to enjoy the RP more write it so others get pulled into the character talk
then they can carry it on with their own RPing.

Simple rules for a good text RP...

lead into it.
develop the topic in the lead in.
then go full speed into RPing
lead out at the end so the reader falls back into "the world of the real"

Example on technique above:

My character is a death knight.

Lead in: Valiantly he rides in through the castle gates expecting to meet the king and tell of his news of victory.
Lead in and topic: inside the castle walls he finds darkness, and gloom. Around him lay ruins, and bodies, victims of a battle lost.
RPing: He reaches for his sword and calls into the darkness; "hear ye! hear ye! Tis I Knight Ploppy of this castle always-summer-days! All that still reside here come unto me in this courtyard this day and we will build an army to redeem our King!"
Lead out: Sadly the hours passed and not a soul came to that courtyard. As a tear turns from his battle weary eyes he requests to vote Somebody for the next battle.

follow a simple pattern like this
and I think your RPing will be great.
trust me I have written alot of rpg games lol....too many maybe.
You've got all the right phrases kid, keep working on it.

Sorry about that- I thought you had made a bit of a mixup. I'll continue from that lead.

R.P:
"That's not true. If you must, I can tell you how I got that abominable nickname."

D'Artagnan59, The Mutant... A most detestable urchin which has threatened me via a series of intimate, personal contacts The Ronin takes this opportunity to throw a stack of bound up letters onto the betting table in a vain attempt to force me to back down from my vendetta with mythmonster2, The Vampyre. I am through with his despicable games which prevented me from crushing the insolent Vampyre in the first round. I therefore challenge the said misfit and manipulation extraordinaire to a bout of combat, he will pay for his ill-thought-out threats.

The13thRonin, The Ronin to fight D'Artagnan59, The Mutant

The Ronin unties a bag of gold from his belt and tosses it onto the betting table with an audible clunk 545 gold pieces on Methos, The Spellsword

Although I find it somewhat unintuitive to bet against my team leader (who, BTW, has bet lower than the rules allow- 10% of 589 is not 50!), I must place

100 gold on the spell sword.

Ah, thank you. I raise my bet to 100 gold on the false prophet.

50 gold on the Spellsword the were beast growled, coming out of the shadows...

I'll not suffer any insults to my teammates... though i wish to fight thee, Vampyre, i must first avenge the insult to the Ronin... Ronin vs. Mutant

The Ronin wants to fight ?

So be it. The Ronin vs. The Mutant.

I hope it will be a good fight.

Hmm. Lady Luck has changed her tune.

*The Risk-Breaker jumps up from his chair with a smile and happily hands over a bag of coins to Tolis' collector.*

What is life without a little risk! A chance of glory, the exhileration as you wait for the outcome is that perfect moment.

We are all students of chance, as luck is as prevalent in war as it can be anywhere.

Who will luck favour this time - Only the good Lady can tell us...

But a man who has dabbled in his fair share of Risk points at you...

*The Risk-Breaker points at the SpellSword*

You good sir Methos are going to make me rich again. Now then, where is that courier...

*The Risk-Breaker hurls a large bag of coins, tied securely, at the back of Tolis' Betting Courier.*

*Yelling* Bet that on the Spell-Sword please my good man!

As for voting, I wish to be entertained.

I vote for Bris, The Drunken Brawler to fight The Silent and Brooding Dirty Fighter.

Such a matchup of styles will provide the most elegant of contests. And plenty of drink.

As am I, were-beast. Ronin, you will fight me for this insult to our team.

Pinman the Sacred Fist looks refreshed and revitalized, having washed off Nahkarma’s blood and removed his weapons and armor. His appearance sparks a wave of muttering, him having just ripped off a man’s head the previous day.

It seems that victory belongs to me and the divine in this round. Nahkarma’s false faith has been revealed, and the light of truth graces us all. I shall say a prayer that the ‘True Believer’ lives up to his name wherever he is right now.

The Sacred Fist lets out a great sigh.

A source of constant sadness for me has been the way that certain people cannot bring themselves to accept the holiness of the divine. If only they had the strength….:(

Finally, having spent a few moments in silence, the protector of the divine snapped out of his reverie.

Well, it seems that there is a bit of business to attend to today, isn’t there? Firstly, while I pray for the safety of the Spellsword, the False Prophet is a man of god somewhere within his tainted soul. Therefore I bet 200 gold on the False Prophet.

As for who should fight, that is uncertain, as no particularly dire challenges have yet to appear. For the most part, today’s selection seems marred by foolishness.

Hmmm...., my last bet didn't go so well, I think I'll wait to bet. But it seems the Ronin has picked yet another fight so I say let him have it, The Ronin vs. The Mutant.

Ah... It's satisfying in a way when the combat to be chosen resolves itself so neatly, though I fear this vote most likely won't do much in the way of exposing Agents. Let the Ronin fight against the Mutant.

You will indeed pay for this, Ronin.

Ronin vs. Vampyre.

D'Artagnan59, The Mutant... A most detestable urchin which has threatened me via a series of intimate, personal contacts The Ronin takes this opportunity to throw a stack of bound up letters onto the betting table in a vain attempt to force me to back down from my vendetta with mythmonster2, The Vampyre. I am through with his despicable games which prevented me from crushing the insolent Vampyre in the first round. I therefore challenge the said misfit and manipulation extraordinaire to a bout of combat, he will pay for his ill-thought-out threats.

The13thRonin, The Ronin to fight D'Artagnan59, The Mutant

The Ronin unties a bag of gold from his belt and tosses it onto the betting table with an audible clunk 545 gold pieces on Methos, The Spellsword

Lies. How dare you slander my name. But I want to stay safe. The Vampyre should have a good fight and should get it.

The Vampyre will fight the Ronin.

50 on Bullshido, just to be different from you guys.

The Vampyre must fight the Ronin.

50 on the Spellsword

The mage masher emerges from her tent, slightly agitated by the smell of blood still clinging to the air.

"What an interesting battle, I must say. Well done Pinman. However, I do not like this turn of events... 100 gold on Bullshido Also, I will ask Ronin to fight. He seems so eager."

A rare smile escapes her lips as she relishes in the following battle.

"Maybe...the shadow dancer would be a good match for him, no?"

With a grin, the mage masher makes her way to her tent to begin her daily exercise.