Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
Another mark ? Great news !
Sepuku vs. Thomas.berubeg then.
Sepuku vs. Thomas.berubeg then.
Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)
- Thread starter Niklas
- Start date
{ OOC: Ok, deadline is here. I must admit I've screwed up though, I forgot to send the battle outcome notes to LightFang yesterday, been a bit busy. 
So LF hasn't had a chance to write yet, and he's not around now to do it in a rush, so it might be that the update is delayed another 24 hours. Sorry all. }
So LF hasn't had a chance to write yet, and he's not around now to do it in a rush, so it might be that the update is delayed another 24 hours. Sorry all. }
Evening, Day 15
The Pirate had somehow acquired another parrot during the course of the competition. He had named it Bob Three. It perched on his shoulder a little apprehensively, as if recalling the memories of Bob and Bob Two. The Pirate’s dashing hat was rakishly askew and his scimitar and hammer were polished clean, in contrast to the rest of the Pirate. He had something green in his teeth, but nobody wanted to ask him to remove it.
Meanwhile, the Satyr danced her way into the arena, playing a little hippy song on her flute. She wasn’t wearing a shirt, which was very scandalous, but luckily her long strands of red hair covered everything that needed to be covered, which was most of her body because half of her was a goat and it was a little discomfiting to most of the humanoid males.
Bob Three cawed, and the stage appeared. The three of them were on the Storm Kestrel again. She looked none the worse for the wear after the battle with the Archmage, which pleased the Pirate. He hated to see his pride and joy all beat up, after all. Of course, since the arenas were just representations of reality and no damage had actually occurred to his ship, the course of emotions running through his body was completely meaningless.
Suddenly, the ship started rocking. The Pirate ran, flailing his arms, starboard, looking down. Bubbles were forming. Something was emerging from the sea. No matter, he’d just have to deal with the Satyr, who had by now summoned dragonflies from who knew where.
"Just dragonflies? You’ll have to do better than that, landlubber!" The Pirate would have unsheathed his sword at this point, but his hammer was already out, so he just charged. He was planning on running straight through the swarm, but unfortunately he discovered that these dragonflies actually breathed fire right when he entered, and the pain of it caused him to drop to the floor in agony. He rolled his way out of the swarm well enough and ran towards the Satyr, his sea legs doing him great justice. He was within ten feet of her when suddenly, out of the depths of the water, a kraken appeared, flailing its tentacles all about.
"Not this again!" yelled Bob Three. It was a picture-perfect moment. The Pirate was looking straight up, back slightly arched, holding a hammer, in awe of the monstrous tentacles that were besieging the ship. At least the rumbling had stopped for now.
The kraken had learned not to touch the pirate, so it decided to destroy masts and poke holes in the ship to make it generally unseaworthy. Not missing a beat, the Pirate decided to head straight for the Satyr, damage to his ship be damned. He brought the hammer down, ready to mete out justice like Captain Hammer. The Satyr nimbly dodged and went for a headbutt, ramming the pirate with her horns, like a...well, ram. The Pirate fell on his butt in a rather undignified fashion.
He saw a horde of dragonflies to his left, and the Satyr meanwhile had procured faeries from parts unknown. He got back up only to see a tentacle crash down right in front of him. He bashed it with his hammer, and the tentacle was neatly split in half, the detached part wiggling rather nastily.
This was just the distraction the Satyr needed. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction of the tentacle, she had charged up. Right when the Pirate split the tentacle in half, she was out, bursting through and ramming him with her horns, again. He was carried back until she threw him off, and then, while he was in the air, she hit him with a blast of divine magic, which both killed Bob Three and spun the Pirate around until he landed. He dropped his hammer along the way.
Just about now, the Pirate had had enough of this, so he withdrew his scimitar with a satisfying clink. He charged towards the Satyr, who was calling for the faeries and dragonflies to hurry up and fly to her to intercede. Unfortunately, she was not able to stop the Pirate from pulling his pistol out and firing a shot into her chest. She reeled back and recovered too slowly - the Pirate already had punched her and then slashed with his sword. Blood splattered all over his beloved ship, but the Pirate took it all in stride. Blood always made him calmer.
Suddenly, though, the faeries caught up to him, and they pushed him with a gigantic punch with the force of many, and to avoid losing his balance, he started to run, grabbing the Satyr and falling overboard, onto the kraken, where they slid onto the water.
The two thrashed in the water, both sinking like stones. Finally, the Pirate was able to close his hands around the Satyr’s neck, and he squeezed her until his strength gave out and he blacked out. Meanwhile, the Kraken had wrapped his tentacles around the ship and squeezed it so that the ship broke cleanly in half and sank to the bottom of the sea.
The body of the Pirate floated up, followed by that of the Satyr...
Spoiler :
As reality reasserted itself, the medical personnel quickly jumped a few times on the Pirate's stomach, pushing a cascade of water out of his internals. The old scoundrel was then quickly hurried off on a litter, while the pompous official entered to tell the result of the day's votes.
Final Vote Tally:
Runekeeper : 8 (1st voter: Luonnotar ; 2nd voter: Courtesan )
Brujah : 6 (1st voter: Beastmaster ; 2nd voter: Dragonslayer )
Berserker : 3
Eidolon : 2
Courtesan : 1
Morning fight: Runekeeper vs Brujah , Brujah gets arena choice.
Current Vote Breakdown:
Spoiler :
It is now night.
Marks, send me your choices for the evening combatants.
People with night abilities, send me PMs.
Betting is open for Runekeeper vs Brujah. Place your bets in bold dark orange.
{ OOC: Apologies for the delay once more. Replies to PMs will come in an hour or so. }
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
50 gold on the Brujah for the win !
Don't disappoint us Brujah, there's a lot at stake here.
Don't disappoint us Brujah, there's a lot at stake here.
Aramazd
Deity
10 gold on the Brujah
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
{OOC: I am back for some days - I can second LF for the next two write-ups, I think, if you need it, Niklas.
Also, Cath, I love your RP. Keep it up.}
Also, Cath, I love your RP. Keep it up.}
{ OOC: Ok, this time I blame the weather. Really. A thunderstorm took my connection all of last night, so I couldn't get on the web at all. The midnight post will thus go up in ~9 hours. Thank you for your patience. }
RRRaskolnikov
Goldfish
{OOC: back from the graves: OMG this Pirate is unbreakable! 
... back to dead status...}
... back to dead status...}
Chandrasekhar
Determined
"Won't someone bet against the Brujah...? Well, no, I don't intend to do so either. 1 gold on the Brujah."
Midnight, Day 15
As the second mark to be discovered prior to being killed, the Runekeeper naturally spent his time in isolation - even before being brought into isolation. The Brujah had volonteered to fight the priest of Kilmorph, and all bets were naturally going in his favor. The Runekeeper didn't seem particularly concerned though, and he walked with a calm and serene demeanor with the officials when the midnight bell chimed.
Current betting odds: Brujah vs Runekeeper: N/A
24 hours until morning post.
Combatants, send in your battle ideas to LightFang!
{ OOC: Replies to PMs will come in a few hours, sorry for any inconvenience. }
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
The Runekeeper looks up into the sky at the narrator.
"what reason is there to be concerened? what kilmorph wills will happen."
"what reason is there to be concerened? what kilmorph wills will happen."
(OOC: It doesn't pay to be a smartass to the narrator. Look what keeps happening to my poor parrots. 
)
The Pirate has commandeered a comfy chair in the first row. He's evaded the obligatory post-fight bath this time, and exudes a pleasantly fishy smell. He's still picking bits of Kraken out of his hair, and the seawater in his lungs makes for a rather interesting breathing experience, but other than that he feels fit as a fiddle.
The beer lady from the fourth tier has come through for him again, and he's festooned with signs. A pointy triangular one attached to his chair reads simply: BRUJAH! The one around his neck says: Vampires Do It In The Dark. The last, posted atop the railing beside him, features a huge version of the Mighty Manly Motley Mateys' rather ... vertical ... logo*, with the words: Hey Defiant, Defy THIS!
The Pirate smiles his feral grin. It's going to be a lovely, lovely fight.
* It's just a raised middle finger. Gee, you people have dirty minds.
)The Pirate has commandeered a comfy chair in the first row. He's evaded the obligatory post-fight bath this time, and exudes a pleasantly fishy smell. He's still picking bits of Kraken out of his hair, and the seawater in his lungs makes for a rather interesting breathing experience, but other than that he feels fit as a fiddle.
The beer lady from the fourth tier has come through for him again, and he's festooned with signs. A pointy triangular one attached to his chair reads simply: BRUJAH! The one around his neck says: Vampires Do It In The Dark. The last, posted atop the railing beside him, features a huge version of the Mighty Manly Motley Mateys' rather ... vertical ... logo*, with the words: Hey Defiant, Defy THIS!
The Pirate smiles his feral grin. It's going to be a lovely, lovely fight.
* It's just a raised middle finger. Gee, you people have dirty minds.
{ OOC: I have made a stupid blunder when sending a particular PM out. I won't go into detail just now (can do once the game is over), but in an attempt to mitigate the bad effects of my mistake, I'm going to extend the night by three hours. This means that the deadline for betting and other activities is now just over 6 hours away, not 3 as it would usually be. }
{ OOC: As was pointed out to me by PM, extending the deadline by three hours will introduce a different set of problems of a possibly even worse nature. I did not consider this previously, but it's nothing I can ignore. I see no other way out than to extend the deadline the full 24 hours, i.e. ~25.5 hours from this post. I really don't like the many recent delays, but I see no alternative. Sorry to keep you all waiting. }
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