Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
10 gold on the shaman.
Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)
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Just tell Niklas you transfer me all of it and I will answer that question
scherbchen
well that can´t be good
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40 on the spooooooky ghost.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
50 gold vote on the Shaman: vote change
Aramazd
Deity
10 gold on the shaman
Frozen In Ice
Emperor
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The Illusionist should fight the Overlord Speaker.
scherbchen
well that can´t be good
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why not? the brujah (vote stays the same) versus the Overlord Speaker (vote change)
PaulusIII
Unholy Warlord
Twenty five gold on the Shaman.
Evening, Day 11
As night fell, a murder of bandits (this is an amusing pun if you happen to know that the bandit group was led by a man named Crow, but explaining it would ruin the joke) scurried around the Theater. The moon was full that night, having feasted on many glorious battles. She definitely was not following her prescribed regimen. Father Sky smiled wistfully. It was a new fad diet every month...
Perpentach was settling into his seat when it all happened. His clown retainers fell, although that in itself was not suspicious because he forced them to wear very silly shoes that they could hardly walk in. However, when this was accompanied with the appearance of a murder of bandits, the probability that something serious was happening increased at least tenfold. The king calmly stood up and turned around, meaning that he was about to miss all the action...
Meanwhile, the Ghost had taken the arena, almost entirely without people noticing. He glided in lazily, cracking a smile like a glacier. The Shaman walked on afterwards, gibbering as usual. He jabbed an attendant rather hard in the ribs, and as soon as they could his attendants left.
Reality shifted, and the contestants found themselves in the Ghost’s previous arena choice: translucent walls, floors, and ceilings. He had recently renovated, presumably to celebrate his victory over the Lich: a few chandeliers dotted the ceiling, and some beautiful ghostly rugs covered the bare floors.
The Ghost retreated into the shadows, becoming one with the wall. The Shaman sang a little ditty, snapped his fingers, and suddenly the Ghost was there in plain sight! Astounded, he tried to move through the wall to hide, but the Shaman was too quick. A deluge of water arced and hit the Ghost, causing him to become damper.
Too bad the Shaman had wasted his attack, because the Ghost hadn’t even been hit. He strangled the Shaman from behind, and his other image disappeared. The Shaman for his part summoned a crow, which pecked at the Ghost, forcing him to drop his attack.
The Shaman then whirled around and muttered an incantation. His hand glowed blue, his arm glowed red, and his eyes glowered. He pressed his palm into the Ghost’s chest with extreme prejudice. A miniature sonic boom occurred, and ghostly dust expanded from the two in concentric circles. A breeze upgraded itself to a wind and howled in the voice of banshees. Garments fluttered in the wind while a transparent vase was knocked over. The magic twisted together and entered the Ghost’s body, severing the link between his mind and his body. Meanwhile, the crow kept pecking, seeking to end his unnatural existence. A fireball opened itself up and lit the Ghost up in flames, causing the crow to seek a safer vantage point. He writhed around while the Shaman, seeking a beautiful theatrical effect, remained impassive, holding his palm out like some sort of Chinese martial artist. As time went on, the sounds got louder and louder, until a bright light formed itself and got progressively brighter, until the entire arena was bathed in white light.
The crescendo hit its climax and abruptly stopped. It took a while for everybody’s eyes to adjust back to normal - even longer, since the arena was dark and shady.
The Shaman was still holding his pose, probably wishing someone would take a photograph of him. The Ghost meanwhile was seen for what he really was - not a true ghost but a mere shell of a man. Remarkably, he was still standing. The Shaman walked over, gave him a push, and when his body hit the ground, it turned to dust.
Spoiler :
The officials would have brought a vacuum cleaner to pick up the remainders of the Ghost, had vacuum cleaners been invented. Instead there was a slight delay as they called for magical aid in moving away the particles, and the announcement official with the parchment was again mighty frustrated as he entered the arena.
"This morning we will see a fight between the Frost Speaker and the Illusionist, on the turf of the latter. The Illusionist won the position over the Overlord Speaker by receiving a team leader vote first."
Final Vote Tally:
Frost Speaker : 6 (1st voter: Dragonslayer ; 2nd voter: Assassin )
Illusionist : 4,11 (1st voter: Pirate ; 2nd voter: Dragonslayer )
Overlord Speaker : 4,1
Brujah : 2
Engineer, Runekeeper : 1
Morning fight: Frost Speaker vs Illusionist, Illusionist gets arena choice.
Final Vote Breakdown:
Spoiler :
It is now night.
Marks, send me your choices for the evening combatants.
People with night abilities, send me PMs.
Eidolon, you are now the new team leader for Team 3!
Betting is open for Frost Speaker vs Illusionist. Place your bets in bold dark orange.
{ OOC: Just a quick apology to those that are still waiting for confirmations on transactions and abilities from yesterday, I haven't been able to find the time to respond to that yet. None of it has been forgotten, and I will send them out during tomorrow. Sorry. }
RRRaskolnikov
Goldfish
OOC: that was close! 
PaulusIII
Unholy Warlord
Guess I'll put 70 gold on the Illusionist. Haven't seen much of winter priests lately, have we now.
Midnight, Day 11
In the dead of night,
Beastmaster breaks the silence.
All others snore.
Current betting odds: Frost Speaker vs Illusionist: N/A
Just under 23 hours until morning post.
Combatants, send in your battle ideas to LightFang!
All contestants, cast your bets!
Diamondeye
So Happy I Could Die
In the dead of night,
another poet singing:
You're more dead than I!
(OOC: Renata's right, btw.)
another poet singing:
You're more dead than I!
(OOC: Renata's right, btw.)
{ OOC: Yes. }
}
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
20 gold ON ILluSioNist
Tasslehoff
Kender
100 gold on the illusionist
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