Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
The Centaur chooses a flat ground as his arena, resembling the plains of his homeland.
Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)
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OOC: The centaur can wish all he wants but the Minotaur decides. What he has decided? You will find out in the morning.
The Minotaur looks at the Centaur, convinced he will be victorious in the morning's battle. He hopes for an exciting and honourable battle, perhaps the centaur will even be somewhat of an challanging opponent.
The Minotaur looks at the Centaur, convinced he will be victorious in the morning's battle. He hopes for an exciting and honourable battle, perhaps the centaur will even be somewhat of an challanging opponent.
Chandrasekhar
Determined
"I'll bet 25 gold on the Centaur."
PaulusIII
Unholy Warlord
I'll bet 50 gold on the Centaur. I'm feeling lucky.
hell_hound
Prince
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50 on the minotaur
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
OOC: Sorry about that, I misread it. 
Morning, Day 3
This was the day that two beasts were to fight. As if to say that the gods didn’t particularly care which brute won the fight, the sun was obscured by some clouds. The officials were worried if Perpentach would decide to have the weather tried for interfering on his fun but as the hour of the fight drew near, he hardly spoke. A delegate from the Bannor lands had come earlier to the palace looking for the king; most of the servants had been too ashamed to tell him that he was out enjoying himself at some silly tournament. The delegate had some very important news.
He scurried out into the arena and the sheer immensity and immorality of the crowd struck him, landing a critical hit. Stunned, he stood there for quite a few seconds until he regained his bearings.
"King Perpentach!" he called out, eyeing him in the King’s Corner. He rudely pushed his way through the crowd, already behaving like a normal Balseraph, but suddenly, a gong struck. The sound was irresistible, and he found himself turning with the crowd to eye the arena.
The Centaur took the stage, and the sun reflecting in his massive barding would have been blinding if it weren't for those clouds. He carried several spears across his back, all vying for attention with the shortbow strapped around his torso. In his hands he carried a massive lance, far larger than something a mere knight would ever be able to carry on horseback, and he held it firmly with two hands as he proudly approached the mid-field of the arena.
Next, the Minotaur came out. It would have been an understatement to say that he was big. He towered even over the Centaur, who easily reached some seven feet from hooves to hair, and still when seen from the safety of the audience the appearance was that he was more bulky than tall. Clad in full battle armor and a crimson cape, and wielding a huge war axe, he was a scary or magnificent sight to behold, depending on personal preference. Not even a Balseraph would call him cuddly though.
A bell chimed, and the beasts found themselves on opposite sides of a stone labyrinth, with walls higher even than the Minotaur himself. The Centaur clopped a bit and saluted. "Best of luck to you, Minotaur!," he shouted across the maze towards his unseen opponent. The Minotaur merely snorted in return, and headed straight into the opening in front of him, and a short while later the Centaur followed suit.
There was a moment of consternation among the crowd, would they be totally blind to what transpired among the many high walls below? But the mages had thought of that, and magically both combatants were visible to the crowd, as if the walls turned translucent near them. This effect wouldn't benefit the two beasts though, they were facing nothing but compact, opaque stone. And of course each other.
It was clear that the Centaur would not be able to rely on his high speed and long lance in the cramped internals of the labyrinth, and sure enough he had left it behind early on in favor of his bow, notched with not just one but two arrows. The first few minutes of the fight were somewhat eventless, as both combatants advanced carefully, cheered on by the exalted cries of from the onlookers ("Turn right! Turn left!, No no, turn back!").
And then suddenly everything happened at once. The Minotaur turned a corner into a short straight, and the Centaur was already on the other side, bow held at the ready. The Minotaur he charged towards his foe just as the man-horse fired. The twin arrows arced through the air true and scored solid hits rather amusingly between the horns of the Minotaur. This hardly deterred the beast, who scarcely missed a step. He lifted his massive axe into the air, and brought it down with a crash. With a few quick clops, the centaur barely sidled out of the way, and instead the floor buckled under the strength of the impact.
With a smooth, practiced move, the centaur holstered his bow and pulled out a spear, while retreating back towards the bend behind him to gain some momentum. As the Minotaur once more lifted his axe from the ground, the Centaur rushed forward with a surprising burst of acceleration, and quickly struck the spear at the crack between the chest and arm pieces of the Minotaur's armor, driving it deep into the bull-man's chest. The Minotaur let out a massive roar, but despite what should have been a mortal wound he brought the axe down over the Centaur's back as the latter pushed past him in the narrow corridor. It struck the rear quarters with a massive smack, and suddenly the Centaur was hopping on only three legs, one hoof trailing unusable behind him.
Both beasts took a moment to eye their opponents while catching their breath. Neither could understand how the other could still be standing. Blood was trickling down the outside of the Minotaur's armor from his wounded armpit where the spear still stuck, but the blood flow had already begun to subside. The Centaur wasn't visibly bleeding, but was clearly short on a usable limb.
Suddenly the Centaur and the audience drew a collective gasp. Something was moving along the Minotaur's body, up his back and further, unholy magics crawling their way up his arms looking exactly like spiders. They reached the axe hilt and changed their appearance to snakes, twirling around the blade, infusing it with raw profane power. The horned beast rushed forward without a word, and it was all the Centaur could do to stand his ground, a second spear in his hands. But this time as the axe came down on the hilt of the spear that the horse-man tried to block with, the spear simply snapped in two and the snakes from the axe scurried up the broken pieces, racing the axe blade to reach the Centaur's body first. A look of stoic resignation came over the Centaur as the axe buried deep into his chest, the armor simply corroding from its unholy touch, and the noble warrior slumped to the ground. The bell chimed and reality was restored.
As the Minotaur stood over his fallen opponent on the field of grass, he finally let out the first sound since he arrived at the competition. He let loose a mighty roaring bellow that shook the whole theatre, and forced everyone in the audience to cover their ears.
Spoiler :
As the roar finally ended, two nervous officials carefully approached the Minotaur to lead him off the stage, spear still buried in his side, while a slew of other officials came out to carry the massive body of the slain horse-man off stage. One of them couldn't resist to give the body a punch, just to be able to say he had been beating a dead horse.
When the field was clear once more, the higher ranking official with the important task came out once again with a parchment in hand.
"It is my pleasure to announce a magnificent fight this evening. The marks have chosen the Paladin to face off against the Harlequin! And the Harlequin chooses the arena too!"
The crowd erupted in a mighty cheer, this was a fight entirely to the liking of the Balseraph audience.
Evening fight: Paladin vs Harlequin, Harlequin 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.
Betting is open for Paladin vs Harlequin. Place your bets in bold dark orange.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
Lurker's comment - demonic powers my arse. Well, gratulations for the victory, it was a pleasant read.
Well, gratulations for the victory, it was a pleasant read.
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
A look of utter shock reached the Harlequin's face as the announciation reached him. He blinked once, twice, before regaining selfcontrol.
"The Harlequin against a Paladin, of all things? Surely, enough holy people have died already?"
His mask of fear was quickly replaced by one of anger.
"He thinks this is your doing, Druid. You 'marked' the Harlequin, didn't you?"
The Harlequin looked at the other members of The Pack. "Even if he dies, the Harlequin has helped you pinpoint a mark, he has. Send the druid to the arena. And pick someone he can't cope with. Someone like the Berserker, perhaps."
"The Harlequin against a Paladin, of all things? Surely, enough holy people have died already?"
His mask of fear was quickly replaced by one of anger.
"He thinks this is your doing, Druid. You 'marked' the Harlequin, didn't you?"
The Harlequin looked at the other members of The Pack. "Even if he dies, the Harlequin has helped you pinpoint a mark, he has. Send the druid to the arena. And pick someone he can't cope with. Someone like the Berserker, perhaps."
PaulusIII
Unholy Warlord
The Beastmaster delivers a quick jab to the Harlequin's face.
"Get a hold of yourself, dammit! You're not allowed to vote two people from the same team in the arena! Try and keep your sanity intact, as far as you're still having it!"
"Get a hold of yourself, dammit! You're not allowed to vote two people from the same team in the arena! Try and keep your sanity intact, as far as you're still having it!"
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Illusionist vs the mercenary I've got a sneaky feelings for both for them.
Of course I am supposed to have a sneaky aura around me, I AM AN ASSASSIN!!! It's what they do, you know
Of course I am supposed to have a sneaky aura around me, I AM AN ASSASSIN!!! It's what they do, you know
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
"Very well, why not the Knight then, instead of the Berserker?"
The Pirate looks on wistfully as the bookkeeper disappears with his 20 gold, but cheers up considerably when the announcement comes of the upcoming fight.
Proud pious Paladin stuck fightin' a clown. I can't stop meself laughin'. Hahahahahaha.
This calls fer a toast!
The Pirate raises a mug. (Yeah, it's first thing in the morning. Sue me.)
To the Marks! Ye've outdone yerselves w' this one. Will make it all th' more of a pleasure t' kill you.
Proud pious Paladin stuck fightin' a clown. I can't stop meself laughin'. Hahahahahaha.
This calls fer a toast!
The Pirate raises a mug. (Yeah, it's first thing in the morning. Sue me.)
To the Marks! Ye've outdone yerselves w' this one. Will make it all th' more of a pleasure t' kill you.
MooseWarrior
Prince
Lich versus the Ghost. I don't trust those undead types.
Also 50 gold on the Paladin. Don't you dare disappoint me or I might go beserk.
Also 50 gold on the Paladin. Don't you dare disappoint me or I might go beserk.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
How about A Ritualist vs A lich? both atrocities in thier own right. Kilmorph will reward us!
The Pirate, who had been drifting off for a nice morning snooze, looks up sharply at the Berserker's words.
Lich an' Ghost again? Innerestin' fixation ye got there, Berserker, very innerestin'. Ye completely sure ye don' ha' nothin' to confess t' me about, regardin' that? Because I would ne'er doubt ye, or anythin'.
Lich an' Ghost again? Innerestin' fixation ye got there, Berserker, very innerestin'. Ye completely sure ye don' ha' nothin' to confess t' me about, regardin' that? Because I would ne'er doubt ye, or anythin'.
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