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Dissentions V2.0 Game Thread
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scungebian
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ooc: so dissentions will be at full speed tomorrow?
yes. it will be. The post will be delayed by a day, and it also works out to give those on vacation a day to get back into the swing of things
sorry about the delay.
Tasslehoff
Kender
You are a stupid [excrement] head.
scungebian
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yes. it will be. The post will be delayed by a day, and it also works out to give those on vacation a day to get back into the swing of things
Great to hear
No worries
scungebian
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Head in hands, a light growl underbreath. At my feet countless pages of nonsense.
"he is doing this....please help me"
"help me to vote on...."
and so on.
These mindless pages, from mindless people are littering my floor.
At first I bothered to read them...these disciples may need my help.
Then I realised within their contemtuos letters, they dont need help at all.
Their fantasm's, ideals, and schemes mean little to any but the ejaculation that sent it forth.
"oh someone is doing this and we should stop him"
good on the someone, if they want to do that let them for that is their game.
When was I determined to be gm?
And did I ever say I wanted to be?
I am the Holy Man...
And for your blood and my feast I am here.
I do not want to read tales from the latest edition of this months woman's magazine....
I kill people because it tastes good!
I look over the battlefield and wonder...
Where are those fiery eyes that used to look me over a time before?
I misss the death in those eyes.
He is one the knows of what I speak for he too speaks the language of lust and thirsts for the kill.
Is he buried again beneath that hooded robe slithering through the tents stirring the children into frenzied contemptions?
Or is he passing the time till the moment of death as I do?
Let the battles continue I say...
For who cares who dies tomorrow,
as long as someone does.
I hope tis my turn soon so when the deal is done I can return to my haven and have the monks clean this dogpile from my master's floor.
Kill and be killed.
Or go home to mummy.
"he is doing this....please help me"
"help me to vote on...."
and so on.
These mindless pages, from mindless people are littering my floor.
At first I bothered to read them...these disciples may need my help.
Then I realised within their contemtuos letters, they dont need help at all.
Their fantasm's, ideals, and schemes mean little to any but the ejaculation that sent it forth.
"oh someone is doing this and we should stop him"
good on the someone, if they want to do that let them for that is their game.
When was I determined to be gm?
And did I ever say I wanted to be?
I am the Holy Man...
And for your blood and my feast I am here.
I do not want to read tales from the latest edition of this months woman's magazine....
I kill people because it tastes good!
I look over the battlefield and wonder...
Where are those fiery eyes that used to look me over a time before?
I misss the death in those eyes.
He is one the knows of what I speak for he too speaks the language of lust and thirsts for the kill.
Is he buried again beneath that hooded robe slithering through the tents stirring the children into frenzied contemptions?
Or is he passing the time till the moment of death as I do?
Let the battles continue I say...
For who cares who dies tomorrow,
as long as someone does.
I hope tis my turn soon so when the deal is done I can return to my haven and have the monks clean this dogpile from my master's floor.
Kill and be killed.
Or go home to mummy.
dcbandicoot
the true corporate champ
{So I am back from this weekend, I initially anticipated being gone until Saturday so apologies to all those in-game. }
{ Tolis sends greetings and says that this is not dead, but that RL issues has caused delays. We should expect the update SoonTM. He also has problems reaching the forums right now, which is why I post this instead of him. }
Hmm... Hold on a second...
The Barbarian decided spontaneously to find someone who could talk to the dead for him.
He soon found one randomly there for no reason, and asked him if he could get an answer to a question he had for Bullshido, the dead False Prophet.
Yep, just as I thought. Bullshido forsees Dissensions V3.0 at some point in the future, and this game ending by death very soon...
The Barbarian decided spontaneously to find someone who could talk to the dead for him.
He soon found one randomly there for no reason, and asked him if he could get an answer to a question he had for Bullshido, the dead False Prophet.
Yep, just as I thought. Bullshido forsees Dissensions V3.0 at some point in the future, and this game ending by death very soon...
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
OOC : In that case, I foresee NotW XX rather sooner than later... But I have faith in Tolis.
I think that this is a little too early to suggest that the game is going to die. However, even should Tolis wish to step down, (which he WONT, i've spoken to him and I really think this is jumping the gun) we will get a replacement GM.
ok ill give you what i have for the write up now. Teaser time!
This night, as the contestants approached the arena, there seemed to me a complacency in the air. Everyone finally fully understood that one would not walk away. The sinking in had ended, and been replaced with apathy. No longer did anyone feel the arena, as it was their destiny, for life or death. The wizen old Mentor hobbled down the steps, his loose brown tunic adorned with numerous honours from years past, but his age had finally begun to catch up with him. Leaning heavily on a staff for support, and a gold rimmed monocle over one eye, he looked like almost like death itself. As day is to night, the Necro-Master carried himself strongly, shoulders raised, and towered over Chandrasehkar, his black armour seeming to absorb the night, becoming darker with each passing minute. As the Mentor hobbled along down the stairs, he was knocked to his feet by kill fire, who briskly pushed past him. “Outta the way, old geezer. Your time has finally come, enjoy the last fleeting minutes of your pitiful existence,” said the Necro-Master, in a deep voice that seemed to chill the air, and, not even pausing to glance back, he rushed into the waiting portal. Chandrasehkar, using his staff for support, pulled himself to his feet, only falling once in the process, and slowly and methodically made his way to the gate, wary eyes catching everything, and with a glance over his shoulder at the crowd, flashed a rare smile. And then he was gone, replaced by the shimmering of lights and colours.
With a flash, the arena was decided, and the Chandrasekhar was greeted by a familiar sight. A bowl valley, surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs seemed an natural home for a secretive teacher, complete with training dummies and archery targets. On the left, lie racks and racks of many different battle impilents, from long swords to pitchforks, and on the other, armour stands with every sort of armour stood at the ready, well oiled and with signs of wear from much use. But none of this seemed to even interest kill fire. The only thing that seemed to bother him was the bight noon sun in a cloudless sky. The seemed to almost shrink under the intense light. Lifting his black shield towards to block the the glare, a wand wielded in his other hand, glowing so darkly it was impossible to tell what it was, a single word from the book of death leapt from the Necro-Master's lips. A handful of black tentacles sprouted from the ground at Chandrasehkar's feet, seeking to ensnare him. The Mentor, however, was no easy prey. Whirling his staff in a frenzy, the dark spell simply dissolved, as each strike of the staff caused a the runes, normally invisible, to flash brightly for a moment.
kill fire raised his wand, and this time a beam of black, darker then the darkest night shot at the Mentor. For a moment there was blackness, blocking out even the sun for a moment. When light returned, Chandrasehkar was spinning his staff in front of him, standing unharmed, and then stuck the end of his staff back into the ground, the beginnings of a smile on his face. The Necro-Master, still untouched, raised his wand in both hands, and with an intricate series of motions too quick to follow, barked another word of blasphemy. A pit of blackness appear that the Mentor's feet, and suddenly he was sucked in, disappearing from sight. A moment passed. kill fire yawned. A few more moments passed as the Necro-Master waited for his return to the real world. “Another soul for you, my lord,” he whispered, bowing his head reverently.
No on had noticed the pool of shadows congealing at his feet, and a moment later, the end of a staff struck the end of the Necro-Masters wand and he was blinded by a burst of light as Chandrasehkar returned to the world of the living, face slightly ashen, but unharmed. The light had gone out of kill fire's “wand” and it was revealed for what it truly was. A bone kirs stained with blood stood in a gauntleted fist, which swung wildly at the Mentor. Dropping his staff, Chandrasehkar seized the Necro-Master's fist mid swing, and with twist, sent the blade through one of the straps holding kill fire's breastplate on. A low kick to the back of the knee, a leap, and a tug on the arm, and kill fire's breastplate slid cleaning off his torso, the thin metal joints completely severed.
A cloud of dust surrounded kill fire, and then expanded, coving the arena. An instant later a wave of force shook the arena, sending a wave of dusk flying. The Mentor was also caught and sent soaring through the air, followed by the Necro-Master's armour and the Mentor's staff. Chandrasehkar managed to grab hold of a training dummy, and halt his flight and caught his staff with one hand, which kill fire's armour didn't have that luxury, and managed to imbed itself in a rock wall. Landing on his feet, the Mentor hobbled over to the weapon rack and lifted a crossbow loaded it quick from years of practice, and fired, only to have his shot stop dead in its tracked and hover dangerously in the air for a moment, before falling to the ground.
With a another phrase in a long dead language, kill fire raised his knife, and it began to enlarge into a full sized long sword, as he began a grim trek towards the mentor. As he walked by a training dummy, it fell in two pieces in the wake of his blade. Chandrasehkar hurled another bolt at the Necro-Master, but this time, when it stopped in the air, it turned around fully and was sent back at Chandrasehkar, who easily deflected it with his staff.
A few seconds later and kill fire was upon Chandrasehkar, raining heavy blows upon him. Each strike was deflected, but still the Mentor backed away under the force of the blows. A few counter attacks from the Mentor met with a solid hit but the Necro-Master showed no signs of even noticing. The melee continued for few moments, and it seemed the Chandrasehkar was gaining the upping hand. Learning from his opponent's style, he was quickly able to shift his defences and attacks to push for the the advantage. A missed overhand swing from the Mentor left himself very open, and kill fire took that opening, with a quick thrust, he caught nothing? The mentor used his momentum, and the leverage of his staff to launch himself over the predicted attack, and crash straight into the Necro-Master's shield, knocking him to the ground. On the ground, the unarmoured Mentor was quicker and more agile, locking his legs around kill fire's shield arm, and with a lurch and a sicking crunch, rendered it useless.
Suddenly, armour and weapons began to float in the air and flew straight at the grounded fighters. Kill fire was the first to noticed the attack, but unable to move while he was held by the Mentor, took a dagger in the side. Chandrasehkar, however was unable to see through the Necro-Master, and took a glancing cut on the shoulder. The Mentor broke his grip and retreated, defending himself from this new onslaught. Many of the weapons fell to the ground, but dozens had joined various suits of armour, empty except for a slight simmering in the air. The animated armour began setting upon both combatants equally, weapons striking again and again at each combatant, who were pushed further and further away from each other in an attempt to defend themselves.
As the new magical threat began in full swing, each combatant fought with all their strength, distorting countless foes, but still they came. Each mistake from the fighters made was rewarded with a new wound. The mentor was quicker at adapting to these foes, and soon, his share of interference was reduced heavily, while kill fire was struggling, dagger still in his side. Clearing a few more foes, the mentor set upon the Necro-Master, working in tandem with the animated armour, or trying, as it didn't seem easy to fight along side foes who were equally likely to take a swing at either.
Raising his sword to defend against two overhead blows from suits of armour, the Necro-Master battled onward, only to have his wrist caught by a blow from Chandrasehkar' staff, sending his sword off balance. Rushing in to the opening, several pin point strikes against kill fire's chest later, and he suddenly broke off the melee, but not before receiving a deep slash to the side.. Immediately, there was a flash of darkness, and both fighters returned to the real world, leaving behind the enchanted warriors. Both combatants took two slow steps forward, and fell. Chandrasehkar catching himself on the staff, and kill fire, on his sword. The Necro-Master fell to the ground, dead as his heart had stopped moments ago, while the Mentor was instantly tended to Nakahrma, who had somehow reappeared on the scene. Thus ended the story of our first villain, and onve gain begun the story of the True Believer.
This night, as the contestants approached the arena, there seemed to me a complacency in the air. Everyone finally fully understood that one would not walk away. The sinking in had ended, and been replaced with apathy. No longer did anyone feel the arena, as it was their destiny, for life or death. The wizen old Mentor hobbled down the steps, his loose brown tunic adorned with numerous honours from years past, but his age had finally begun to catch up with him. Leaning heavily on a staff for support, and a gold rimmed monocle over one eye, he looked like almost like death itself. As day is to night, the Necro-Master carried himself strongly, shoulders raised, and towered over Chandrasehkar, his black armour seeming to absorb the night, becoming darker with each passing minute. As the Mentor hobbled along down the stairs, he was knocked to his feet by kill fire, who briskly pushed past him. “Outta the way, old geezer. Your time has finally come, enjoy the last fleeting minutes of your pitiful existence,” said the Necro-Master, in a deep voice that seemed to chill the air, and, not even pausing to glance back, he rushed into the waiting portal. Chandrasehkar, using his staff for support, pulled himself to his feet, only falling once in the process, and slowly and methodically made his way to the gate, wary eyes catching everything, and with a glance over his shoulder at the crowd, flashed a rare smile. And then he was gone, replaced by the shimmering of lights and colours.
With a flash, the arena was decided, and the Chandrasekhar was greeted by a familiar sight. A bowl valley, surrounded on all sides by steep cliffs seemed an natural home for a secretive teacher, complete with training dummies and archery targets. On the left, lie racks and racks of many different battle impilents, from long swords to pitchforks, and on the other, armour stands with every sort of armour stood at the ready, well oiled and with signs of wear from much use. But none of this seemed to even interest kill fire. The only thing that seemed to bother him was the bight noon sun in a cloudless sky. The seemed to almost shrink under the intense light. Lifting his black shield towards to block the the glare, a wand wielded in his other hand, glowing so darkly it was impossible to tell what it was, a single word from the book of death leapt from the Necro-Master's lips. A handful of black tentacles sprouted from the ground at Chandrasehkar's feet, seeking to ensnare him. The Mentor, however, was no easy prey. Whirling his staff in a frenzy, the dark spell simply dissolved, as each strike of the staff caused a the runes, normally invisible, to flash brightly for a moment.
kill fire raised his wand, and this time a beam of black, darker then the darkest night shot at the Mentor. For a moment there was blackness, blocking out even the sun for a moment. When light returned, Chandrasehkar was spinning his staff in front of him, standing unharmed, and then stuck the end of his staff back into the ground, the beginnings of a smile on his face. The Necro-Master, still untouched, raised his wand in both hands, and with an intricate series of motions too quick to follow, barked another word of blasphemy. A pit of blackness appear that the Mentor's feet, and suddenly he was sucked in, disappearing from sight. A moment passed. kill fire yawned. A few more moments passed as the Necro-Master waited for his return to the real world. “Another soul for you, my lord,” he whispered, bowing his head reverently.
No on had noticed the pool of shadows congealing at his feet, and a moment later, the end of a staff struck the end of the Necro-Masters wand and he was blinded by a burst of light as Chandrasehkar returned to the world of the living, face slightly ashen, but unharmed. The light had gone out of kill fire's “wand” and it was revealed for what it truly was. A bone kirs stained with blood stood in a gauntleted fist, which swung wildly at the Mentor. Dropping his staff, Chandrasehkar seized the Necro-Master's fist mid swing, and with twist, sent the blade through one of the straps holding kill fire's breastplate on. A low kick to the back of the knee, a leap, and a tug on the arm, and kill fire's breastplate slid cleaning off his torso, the thin metal joints completely severed.
A cloud of dust surrounded kill fire, and then expanded, coving the arena. An instant later a wave of force shook the arena, sending a wave of dusk flying. The Mentor was also caught and sent soaring through the air, followed by the Necro-Master's armour and the Mentor's staff. Chandrasehkar managed to grab hold of a training dummy, and halt his flight and caught his staff with one hand, which kill fire's armour didn't have that luxury, and managed to imbed itself in a rock wall. Landing on his feet, the Mentor hobbled over to the weapon rack and lifted a crossbow loaded it quick from years of practice, and fired, only to have his shot stop dead in its tracked and hover dangerously in the air for a moment, before falling to the ground.
With a another phrase in a long dead language, kill fire raised his knife, and it began to enlarge into a full sized long sword, as he began a grim trek towards the mentor. As he walked by a training dummy, it fell in two pieces in the wake of his blade. Chandrasehkar hurled another bolt at the Necro-Master, but this time, when it stopped in the air, it turned around fully and was sent back at Chandrasehkar, who easily deflected it with his staff.
A few seconds later and kill fire was upon Chandrasehkar, raining heavy blows upon him. Each strike was deflected, but still the Mentor backed away under the force of the blows. A few counter attacks from the Mentor met with a solid hit but the Necro-Master showed no signs of even noticing. The melee continued for few moments, and it seemed the Chandrasehkar was gaining the upping hand. Learning from his opponent's style, he was quickly able to shift his defences and attacks to push for the the advantage. A missed overhand swing from the Mentor left himself very open, and kill fire took that opening, with a quick thrust, he caught nothing? The mentor used his momentum, and the leverage of his staff to launch himself over the predicted attack, and crash straight into the Necro-Master's shield, knocking him to the ground. On the ground, the unarmoured Mentor was quicker and more agile, locking his legs around kill fire's shield arm, and with a lurch and a sicking crunch, rendered it useless.
Suddenly, armour and weapons began to float in the air and flew straight at the grounded fighters. Kill fire was the first to noticed the attack, but unable to move while he was held by the Mentor, took a dagger in the side. Chandrasehkar, however was unable to see through the Necro-Master, and took a glancing cut on the shoulder. The Mentor broke his grip and retreated, defending himself from this new onslaught. Many of the weapons fell to the ground, but dozens had joined various suits of armour, empty except for a slight simmering in the air. The animated armour began setting upon both combatants equally, weapons striking again and again at each combatant, who were pushed further and further away from each other in an attempt to defend themselves.
As the new magical threat began in full swing, each combatant fought with all their strength, distorting countless foes, but still they came. Each mistake from the fighters made was rewarded with a new wound. The mentor was quicker at adapting to these foes, and soon, his share of interference was reduced heavily, while kill fire was struggling, dagger still in his side. Clearing a few more foes, the mentor set upon the Necro-Master, working in tandem with the animated armour, or trying, as it didn't seem easy to fight along side foes who were equally likely to take a swing at either.
Raising his sword to defend against two overhead blows from suits of armour, the Necro-Master battled onward, only to have his wrist caught by a blow from Chandrasehkar' staff, sending his sword off balance. Rushing in to the opening, several pin point strikes against kill fire's chest later, and he suddenly broke off the melee, but not before receiving a deep slash to the side.. Immediately, there was a flash of darkness, and both fighters returned to the real world, leaving behind the enchanted warriors. Both combatants took two slow steps forward, and fell. Chandrasehkar catching himself on the staff, and kill fire, on his sword. The Necro-Master fell to the ground, dead as his heart had stopped moments ago, while the Mentor was instantly tended to Nakahrma, who had somehow reappeared on the scene. Thus ended the story of our first villain, and onve gain begun the story of the True Believer.
Spoiler :
kill fire has 729 gold, half of which will goto Chandrasehker, while the other half will be shared by his team.
The Following players have lost gold betting:
Spoiler :
The Following players have won gold betting:
Spoiler :
Nahkarma has rejoined the competition.
The night fight will be Pinman, the Savred Fist, versus LightFang, the Void Walker.
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
The True Believers back? Oh this is just too good. The Ronin laughs and twirls his katana. I sense things are about to become real interesting.
As for you Mentor, I had no doubt of your abilities. Great work.
[OOC: Where's my gold, mighty Tolis?]
As for you Mentor, I had no doubt of your abilities. Great work.
[OOC: Where's my gold, mighty Tolis
?]
Kill fire spread the word of his ability too widely, choxorn. Find out who knew about it prior to his being set up against Chandrasekhar, and you've found yourself an Agent. Of course, working out the answer from the undoubtedly very wide pool of suspects might take you a while.
Two Agent-chosen matches, and two useful abilities gone. Very busy, these Agents have been. And no mistakes in the choice of assassins, either. How nice for them.
Two Agent-chosen matches, and two useful abilities gone. Very busy, these Agents have been. And no mistakes in the choice of assassins, either. How nice for them.
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