The Eidolon stomped out onto the stage. His gigantic sword glared at everyone from its demonic eye, unnerving many battle-hardened warriors. His demonic claw writhed and some even swore they could hear it hissing, as if it had a mouth, too. He hadn’t done too good of a job cleaning himself up - there was still a splotch of blood on the pointy spike on his helmet, but somehow his unkemptness just made him more intimidating. A shiny cloak rippled in the wind.
Next the Illusionist slid onto the stage. The elf’s cape billowed and he looked like a street magician, almost, with his gaudy attire. He rolled his sleeves up, as if he say that he had nothing up his sleeve, and then he rolled them back down again, grinning. The two had a cloak/cape off, and it resulted in a tie.
It started out as a light tremble, but soon the earth started to shake so violently that most had trouble keeping to their feet, and it became impossible to ignore.
Where the dead lay buried, off to the side of the arena, the earth began to move. Small cracks appeared in the ground and sand started to flow out like lava from a volcano. A big golden fist came out of the ground, followed by two horns. The sand was blasted away and a giant dust cloud blocked all vision. Both the Illusionist and the Eidolon looked at the spectacle with amazement. A big shadow appeared from the cloud and before the Eidolon could react a giant axe flew through the air and cracked his skull in half. The Illusionist tried one of his disappearance acts but there was no escaping the keen senses of the beast. It jumped and rushed towards the place the Illusionist was hoping to remain hidden. Along the way, the beast removed his axe from the Eidolon’s body and struck at what seemed like thin air. The crowd looked in astonishment as the axe hovered in the air. Then blood began to flow from where the axe floated and the disappearance act was over. The Illusionist lay dead on the ground. This kind of bloodshed could only mean one thing.
Spoiler:
THE MINOTAUR IS BACK
In another reality, the bell chimed instead. The combatants were in what can only described as an M.C. Escher painting. Doors were inexplicably found in the middle of walls, stairs led to ceilings, windows were everywhere - it was complete chaos and an assault to common sense. Luckily, the Illusionist had uncommon sense. Nobody was sure how gravity worked, which was good because it worked in mysterious ways, like the gods.
Both combatants were in a hallway. The Illusionist withdrew a knife from his sleeves. A slight purple tinge tinted the edge. He made a wary walk towards the Eidolon, who was standing on a wall and had no time for this nonsense. He roared (perhaps channeling the Minotaur’s rage) and ran towards his enemy. As he did so, the Illusionist suddenly split into three, with each image identical. Not caring, he made a huge horizontal swipe with his demonic claw, decapitating all three. Unfortunately, the real Illusionist had been on the ceiling behind his opponent, and he neatly jabbed his knife into the Eidolon’s neck, where his helmet was disconnected from the rest of his body.
The Eidolon swung around with his sword, hoping to catch his enemy, but he wasn’t even there, having leaped onto the wall on the other side of the Eidolon, remaining diametrically opposed. By this time, the Eidolon’s anger, as well as the knife, caused some serious neck spasms, which humorously served to pop the knife out of his body, and it clattered on the ground.
Unfortunately for the Illusionist, spending such a long time in close proximity to the Eidolon as well as being the active target of his ire caused the demonic aura to have quite an effect on him. A few drops of sweat slipped off his face and onto the Eidolon, who heard the sound of rain drizzling on his armor. He reached up with his claw and seized the Illusionist. Bones could be heard cracking. Then, he flung him down, which was really sideways, and he went through the wall, emerged through the floor, and hit the ceiling, where he lay, crumpled.
The Eidolon gave chase through all the floors/walls/ceilings. It was going to be an easy kill. Suddenly, he heard a cloak flutter behind him. He spun and slashed, confident that he had anticipated the Illusionist’s tricks. Unfortunately, he was wrong, and the Illusionist bounded up with a new knife, with satanic runes carved in the hilt. It crackled with malicious intent and energy and he hit the Eidolon right in the side. He even twisted the knife for full effect. While the knife struck, the energy didn’t - it fizzled out harmlessly, crackling like firecrackers.
"Let me show you how to do it properly," said the Eidolon, in a booming bass. His demonic claw seized the Illusionist’s chest and held him up in the air while in his left hand was cocked, the sword pointing right at the Illusionist. Dark energy skittled along the blade until the blade turned dark black, with occasional red bursts of energy escaping. He tossed the Illusionist up in the air, and upon the elf's descent he lunged forward with his sword, skewering his enemy neatly. The dark magic ate away at the Illusionist’s body, and it danced on the blade until finally all the energy was spent.
Spoiler:
The Illusionist was Innocent!
The Illusionist was worth 937 gold. One third, 312 gold, will be given as spoils to the Eidolon. The remainder is given to the Lizardman as the sole survivor of The Golden Scarecrows, 624 gold.
Gold and points won and lost from betting:
Spoiler:
Final odds for Eidolon to win: 0.27:1
The following contestants have won gold and points from betting:
Beastmaster +0 gold, +100 points
Berserker +1 gold, +101 points
Pirate +13 gold, +113 points
Luonnotar +54 gold, +154 points
Paladin +1 gold, +101 points
The following contestants have won points from voting the Frost Speaker into battle:
1st voter: Brujah, +200 points
2nd voter: Runekeeper, +100 points
The following contestants have lost gold from betting:
Satyr -20 gold
Brujah -1 gold
Lizardman -50 gold
As the officials rushed to clear the stage, the narrator took an asprin because the effort of trying to describe complicated spatial arrangements with his limiting vocabulary was a bit too much for him. The pompous official didn't care much, and promptly took the stage to tell everyone about the upcoming fight.
"It is with great pleasure that I announce that we will get to see a new acquaintance in the arena this evening, when the Satyr takes the stage to fight the Pirate, with the latter choosing the arena."
Evening fight: Satyr vs Pirate, Pirate gets arena choice.
It is now day.
All contenstants, vote for combatants for the next morning's fight.
People with day abilities, send me PMs.
Combatants, send your battle ideas to LightFang!
Lizardman, you are now the new team leader of The Golden Scarecrows!
Betting is open for Satyr vs Pirate. Place your bets in BOLD dark orange.
Ahhh Minotaur! I'm glad to see that there is another of our team left! I have been busy in your absence and have much to share with you! Perhaps we should contiune this conversation in private...
((Nah, I just skimmed that part to get to the awesome battle writeup!
And my girlfriend is over so I had to make it quick...sorry but this game may be amazing but she still is more important! ))
The berserker had obviously managed to take another capsule at some point, as he re-entered the theatre with a bloody stump where his right index finger should have been.
Ah, well done Eidolon! I never did like those illusory-types - it is a dishonourable warrior who would rely on trickery and deception to win a bout. And for a moment there I even thought the minotaur had returned, for some reason. Shame he didn't really; I would have enjoyed trading axe tips with a fellow hoof connoisseur. Although I question the mentality of a man who would choose the bull over the mighty moose.
He struts about, swinging his human-skin sporran from side to side in a brash display of arrogant braggadocio.
I say, I do feel full of pith and vinegar today! All this action has invigorated my once-sleepy soul. And to think that I have not fought yet! Put me in the arena, I say, and I care not who I fight, I will show that rapscallion the full force of a true gentleman's fury! Oh, and six gold on that scurvy pirate, please, good sir. The satyr is also a fellow hoof connoisseur, but she seems to favour the goat, and that, I cannot abide.
Thankyou Berserker. I am glad he is gone now too. So far I have killed two of those that fight will Illusions and Poisons. They needed to learn that the way to fight is with a Blade...or Axe. I'll stick with my Blade though, no offence.
Even though the Brujah was my next target, I will let you have a go at him Berserker. I have not ever used an Axe myself and it seemed to work for the Minotaur so lets see how it works with you.
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