dcbandicoot
the true corporate champ
I will support the ronin. I'll remove my vote from the Drunken Brawler.
[Some OOC: RK, how much was your bet?]
[Some OOC: RK, how much was your bet?]
Dissentions V2.0 Game Thread
- Thread starter Tolis
- Start date
Chandrasekhar
Determined
Whew, almost forgot to place my bet. 50g on the Spellsword
End of Day 2
This night, as Methos approached the mystical gate, under a waxing moon, the air was full of energy. This was the first Agent chosen battle, and everyone was a bit on edge. What kind of agenda were the Agents pursuing here? Bullshido was still at his seat, when suddenly he slowly sank into the ground, much to the surprise of his fellow heroes and villains. A moment later, he seemed to rise up , a step away from the portal. Quickly, the False Prophet strode into the arena. Methos was right behind, pausing to quickly glance over his shoulder. As he stepped forward, the sound of a hundred thousand people suddenly saying "Whoop" suddenly filled the arena. Once again, waves of energy began to solidify into shapes. Shapes began to build up larger shapes, until it was clear where Methos has chosen as this evenings arena, and an interesting choice it was.
10 foot stone walls surrounded both combatants, in a small area under and open sky, yet they could not see each other. Between the two combatants lay a network of twisting corridors, narrow hallways, and paths that seemed to double back on themselves then lead to nowhere. Bullshido was prepared already, with five small stones orbiting his head, a crystal ball in one hand, and a small closed pouch in the other. Methos unstrapped his sword and shield from his back, the emblem of the All Seeing Eye boldly emblazed on the cold steel. And thus began the hunt.
A quick left, a hard right. "Damn," Methos muttered as he was suddenly surrounded by walls on three sides. The False Prophet, on the other hand, had no apparently difficultly navigating the maze. While it seemed the Spell Sword had issues with dead ends, Bullshido simply focused on the crystal, and stepped through the new opening. Then, both combatants suddenly found themselves face to face for the first time, separated only by a short hallway, a mere five paces from end to end. As Methos's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, the Prophet's face contorted in confusion. One step. One awkward, unsure step at a time. Bullshido fought to overcome the compulsion. 2 Steps. Methos, casually waiting for his foe to arrive, yawned. It had been too easy. Three Steps. The False Prophet took yet another step, each one bringing him closer to the Spell Sword's waiting blade. Four Steps. In range now, Methos aimed a almost lazy slash across Bullshido's torso.
As soon as the blade made contact, the image of the Prophet vanished with a burst of light, leaving the Spellsword blinded for a moment. Silently, the real Bullshido rose out of the ground behind the blinded Methos, tossed a handful of fine dust at him, and stepped back, perfectly avoiding the predicted retaliatory attack from Methos. Nothing happened for a moment, and Bullshido quickly turned a corner. As sight returned to the Spell Sword, in a panic, he grabbed at his throat. Coughing and gagging, the False Prophet's attack brought Methos to one knee, coughing up blood.
But he was wasn't some common foe to succumb to such a weak attack. As he rose to his full hight, yet another surprise greeted him. Both ends of the corridor ended abruptly in stone. Rather then stand and contemplate the situation, Methos barked a single syllable in a forgotten language, and his sword burst into flames. A few swings later, and he had hewn through solid stone, and was now standing in a large circular chamber with massive crystalline sculptures dotting the area. In the center, lay a prone Prophet. Not wanting to risk anymore trickery, Methos pointed his sword downward, and once again his eyes rolled back. A moment later he thrust his sword forward, and nothing seemed to happen. Then, the nearest statue exploded, shards of crystal carried by the wave of force. As the wave reached Bullshido, the image flickered, and then was gone. The true Prophet rose up from the ground, focusing on the crystal, and in a flash of light, there were a hundred prophets and a hundred spell swords, as the whole room took on a reflective quality. But they weren't reflections. Some reflected Bullshidos were casting a spell, some were running around, doing nothing, some were taunting Methos, and one even seemed to be skipping rope. The Spellsword reflections tho, were less friendly. Images of disfigured, maimed, bleeding Spell Swords abounded. In more then one case, Methos saw himself running himself through with his own sword.
Irritated, the Spell Sword causally strode into the center of the arena, deflecting bolt after bolt of holy light with his shield. As he reached the center, he spoke a few arcane syllables, and the flames on his sword grew even brighter, changing in color from red to blue.
"ENOUGH," and with that cry he drove his sword into the ground. Instantly all the statues shatters, save one of a Spellsword in all his glory, sword extended in challenge and dispelled the illusion, leaving one very confused looking False Prophet skipping rope, just a few paces away. A moment later the ground began to tremble and all entranceways to the chamber were blocked. This room would become someone's tomb.
And then the battle began in earnest. Bullshido launched several holy bolts and sunk into the ground, only to appear a moment late in another location to fire off a few more. Most of the bolts were defected by Methos's shield, but a few left dents in his armor, and a single stray bolt left a raw gash on the Spell Sword's right cheek. Methos returned the favor, sending waves of flame from his sword, but always seemed to be a moment too slow. The only thing he has to show for his efforts was a few charred pieces of robe scattered around the floor.
A sudden bolt of energy caught the Spellsword's wrist, and his sword was sent flying out over the next wall, and its flame winked out. Grasping his shield with both hands, Methos focused on the defense and a barely perceptible glimmer coated his shield. Without his runed sword, he was out of his element. This time, each time a bolt stuck his shield, instead of being deflected, it simply winked out, but he took even more blows and he slowly and carefully made his way to the last remaining statue, hoping to use it for cover.
Suddenly Bullshido appeared in front of the statue, and fired off a few bolts. Methos, on the other side of the statue, reared back and slammed his shield into the base of the statue, and there was a split second flash of light, and the statue began to fall. Like usual, Bullshido opened the portal beneath him and began to sink into the ground. This time the Spellsword's attack wasn't too slow. The statue's sword descended at a frighting rate, and slipped into the portal just before it closed, after Bullshido has almost slipped through it. Directly behind Methos was a grisly sight. The torso and upper legs of the False Prophet lay on the ground, nearly split in half by a gigantic crystalline sword tip. The rest of him was nowhere to be found.
There was a flash of light, and the maze vanished, to be replaced with the familiar viewing area. Methos strode off, unshaken, pausing only to retrieve his sword. A bolt of weak energy struck him in the back, leaving no mark, and as he spun around, he saw that Bullshido still lived, if only barely. Two steps later, and a backhand stroke, Methos separated not only the False Prophet from his believers, but Bullshido's head from his shoulders. As he walked off the arena, all that remained were the pieces of the Prophet, and in a chilling contrast, a jump rope. The Spellsword was heard mumbling something about the amount of time it would take to repair his armor as he returned to his tent. Thus another story was ended, a new page turned in a gruesome grimlore.
This night, as Methos approached the mystical gate, under a waxing moon, the air was full of energy. This was the first Agent chosen battle, and everyone was a bit on edge. What kind of agenda were the Agents pursuing here? Bullshido was still at his seat, when suddenly he slowly sank into the ground, much to the surprise of his fellow heroes and villains. A moment later, he seemed to rise up , a step away from the portal. Quickly, the False Prophet strode into the arena. Methos was right behind, pausing to quickly glance over his shoulder. As he stepped forward, the sound of a hundred thousand people suddenly saying "Whoop" suddenly filled the arena. Once again, waves of energy began to solidify into shapes. Shapes began to build up larger shapes, until it was clear where Methos has chosen as this evenings arena, and an interesting choice it was.
10 foot stone walls surrounded both combatants, in a small area under and open sky, yet they could not see each other. Between the two combatants lay a network of twisting corridors, narrow hallways, and paths that seemed to double back on themselves then lead to nowhere. Bullshido was prepared already, with five small stones orbiting his head, a crystal ball in one hand, and a small closed pouch in the other. Methos unstrapped his sword and shield from his back, the emblem of the All Seeing Eye boldly emblazed on the cold steel. And thus began the hunt.
A quick left, a hard right. "Damn," Methos muttered as he was suddenly surrounded by walls on three sides. The False Prophet, on the other hand, had no apparently difficultly navigating the maze. While it seemed the Spell Sword had issues with dead ends, Bullshido simply focused on the crystal, and stepped through the new opening. Then, both combatants suddenly found themselves face to face for the first time, separated only by a short hallway, a mere five paces from end to end. As Methos's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, the Prophet's face contorted in confusion. One step. One awkward, unsure step at a time. Bullshido fought to overcome the compulsion. 2 Steps. Methos, casually waiting for his foe to arrive, yawned. It had been too easy. Three Steps. The False Prophet took yet another step, each one bringing him closer to the Spell Sword's waiting blade. Four Steps. In range now, Methos aimed a almost lazy slash across Bullshido's torso.
As soon as the blade made contact, the image of the Prophet vanished with a burst of light, leaving the Spellsword blinded for a moment. Silently, the real Bullshido rose out of the ground behind the blinded Methos, tossed a handful of fine dust at him, and stepped back, perfectly avoiding the predicted retaliatory attack from Methos. Nothing happened for a moment, and Bullshido quickly turned a corner. As sight returned to the Spell Sword, in a panic, he grabbed at his throat. Coughing and gagging, the False Prophet's attack brought Methos to one knee, coughing up blood.
But he was wasn't some common foe to succumb to such a weak attack. As he rose to his full hight, yet another surprise greeted him. Both ends of the corridor ended abruptly in stone. Rather then stand and contemplate the situation, Methos barked a single syllable in a forgotten language, and his sword burst into flames. A few swings later, and he had hewn through solid stone, and was now standing in a large circular chamber with massive crystalline sculptures dotting the area. In the center, lay a prone Prophet. Not wanting to risk anymore trickery, Methos pointed his sword downward, and once again his eyes rolled back. A moment later he thrust his sword forward, and nothing seemed to happen. Then, the nearest statue exploded, shards of crystal carried by the wave of force. As the wave reached Bullshido, the image flickered, and then was gone. The true Prophet rose up from the ground, focusing on the crystal, and in a flash of light, there were a hundred prophets and a hundred spell swords, as the whole room took on a reflective quality. But they weren't reflections. Some reflected Bullshidos were casting a spell, some were running around, doing nothing, some were taunting Methos, and one even seemed to be skipping rope. The Spellsword reflections tho, were less friendly. Images of disfigured, maimed, bleeding Spell Swords abounded. In more then one case, Methos saw himself running himself through with his own sword.
Irritated, the Spell Sword causally strode into the center of the arena, deflecting bolt after bolt of holy light with his shield. As he reached the center, he spoke a few arcane syllables, and the flames on his sword grew even brighter, changing in color from red to blue.
"ENOUGH," and with that cry he drove his sword into the ground. Instantly all the statues shatters, save one of a Spellsword in all his glory, sword extended in challenge and dispelled the illusion, leaving one very confused looking False Prophet skipping rope, just a few paces away. A moment later the ground began to tremble and all entranceways to the chamber were blocked. This room would become someone's tomb.
And then the battle began in earnest. Bullshido launched several holy bolts and sunk into the ground, only to appear a moment late in another location to fire off a few more. Most of the bolts were defected by Methos's shield, but a few left dents in his armor, and a single stray bolt left a raw gash on the Spell Sword's right cheek. Methos returned the favor, sending waves of flame from his sword, but always seemed to be a moment too slow. The only thing he has to show for his efforts was a few charred pieces of robe scattered around the floor.
A sudden bolt of energy caught the Spellsword's wrist, and his sword was sent flying out over the next wall, and its flame winked out. Grasping his shield with both hands, Methos focused on the defense and a barely perceptible glimmer coated his shield. Without his runed sword, he was out of his element. This time, each time a bolt stuck his shield, instead of being deflected, it simply winked out, but he took even more blows and he slowly and carefully made his way to the last remaining statue, hoping to use it for cover.
Suddenly Bullshido appeared in front of the statue, and fired off a few bolts. Methos, on the other side of the statue, reared back and slammed his shield into the base of the statue, and there was a split second flash of light, and the statue began to fall. Like usual, Bullshido opened the portal beneath him and began to sink into the ground. This time the Spellsword's attack wasn't too slow. The statue's sword descended at a frighting rate, and slipped into the portal just before it closed, after Bullshido has almost slipped through it. Directly behind Methos was a grisly sight. The torso and upper legs of the False Prophet lay on the ground, nearly split in half by a gigantic crystalline sword tip. The rest of him was nowhere to be found.
There was a flash of light, and the maze vanished, to be replaced with the familiar viewing area. Methos strode off, unshaken, pausing only to retrieve his sword. A bolt of weak energy struck him in the back, leaving no mark, and as he spun around, he saw that Bullshido still lived, if only barely. Two steps later, and a backhand stroke, Methos separated not only the False Prophet from his believers, but Bullshido's head from his shoulders. As he walked off the arena, all that remained were the pieces of the Prophet, and in a chilling contrast, a jump rope. The Spellsword was heard mumbling something about the amount of time it would take to repair his armor as he returned to his tent. Thus another story was ended, a new page turned in a gruesome grimlore.
Spoiler :
The majority has chosen the Ronin to fight The Mutant, Ronin shall get the stage choice.
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)
Tallys and Betting Upcomming.
The following players have lost gold betting:
Spoiler :
The following players have won gold:
Spoiler :
KittoKittoAsa
Chieftain
- Joined
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- Messages
- 22
Awesome Fight you guys.
$$$
$$$
mythmonster2
BEC NOIR! RUN!
Agh. Dammit. My money. Ah well, obviously I will bet on my teammate. 100 gold on the mutant
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Do I get stage choice and how much gold did I win? (I bet 545 gold pieces on the Spellsword).
scungebian
Chieftain
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2008
- Messages
- 27
Whatever the Agents are saying I am going with Ronin.
For my Masters command it.
50g on the Ronin
Great battle Tolis....twas on the edge of my seat till the end
For my Masters command it.
50g on the Ronin
Great battle Tolis....twas on the edge of my seat till the end
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Whatever the Agents are saying I am going with Ronin.
For my Masters command it.
50g on the Ronin
Great battle Tolis....twas on the edge of my seat till the end
Agents, what agents?
scungebian
Chieftain
- Joined
- Jun 10, 2008
- Messages
- 27
Ahh...Mr Anderson; I see you have returned.
You would care for some more?
You would care for some more?
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Remind me to kill you last. Your antics amuse the great and mighty Ronin.
Stuck in Pi
3.14159265358979323846...
- Joined
- Oct 23, 2007
- Messages
- 646
100 on the mutant. I want the odds.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
50 gold on the Ronin
The13thRonin
Handsome Rogue
Oh so now everyones cocky that I'll be the victor eh? This makes a surprising change from certain members of the mobs previous bid for my blood.
