Snakes & Foxes 3: The ****oo's Nest (Game Thread)
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Chandrasekhar
Determined
"I'm placing 25 gold on the Illusionist."
{ OOC: These past few days have been excruciatingly hectic for me, and there simply hasn't been time for me to even write a complete haiku. There are still a number of outstanding confirmations and replies needed from me, and since some of them are such that they could affect the betting and combat, for the sake of fairness I will postpone the coming morning update 24 hours. That will give me today to reply to PMs, and the recipients will still have reasonable time to act on them. My apologies for the delay. }
Izipo
Hardcore casual gamer
No problem. Wise choice.
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RRRaskolnikov
Goldfish
I bet 50 gold on my colleague, the Frost Speaker...
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Perhaps the Frost Speaker is a mark. Grrrrr....
Or else there are more back door deals here than I thought.
Or else there are more back door deals here than I thought.
Frost Speaker, Overlord Speaker ... Clearly, they both be Marks.
The Pirate rolls his eyes at the Assassin and the Arquebusier.
They're priests, ya burdensome barrels o' salted pork-fer-brains. Now I'm hungry. Chuck in the shaman an' some thyme, we can have ourselves a nice godly stew.
The Pirate rolls his eyes at the Assassin and the Arquebusier.
They're priests, ya burdensome barrels o' salted pork-fer-brains. Now I'm hungry. Chuck in the shaman an' some thyme, we can have ourselves a nice godly stew.
RRRaskolnikov
Goldfish
^^ The pirate got it right guys, don't look for complicated stuffs...
I believe you will win ZPV. I really do...but in the off chance that you are over come, I am willing to bet and probley lose 25 gold in the chance that you are defeated so I can make very much off that small amount.
Good luck in your fight. I am awaiting it anxiously!
Good luck in your fight. I am awaiting it anxiously!
Morning, Day 12
There was a slight delay this morning as the narrator was again no where to be found, and his replacement had to be called in on short notice. Ever the improvisor, he has ready with just a moment's notice.
First to take the stage was the Illusionist, striding self-conciously onto the arena sand, small smile playing across his face. The tall Svartalfar in the black cape almost gave the impression of a drifting image, and those who kept staring at him soon had a headache. Luckily, most of those were distracted when his opponent, the Frost Speaker, took the stage.
The tall, slim Illian moved very slowly. Not in the same way that a snail does, but in the way that a glacier does. With supreme calm and a radiance of majestic power about him, he almost drifted onto the stage, a long white cape slung around him, and a long staff in his hands.
The bell tolled and reality started to change. Soon, the combattants found themselves in the interior of a huge cave, filled with rocky archways, impossibly deep chasms and towering rocks everywhere. The place was a palace of unimaginable sigths and tricks of the eye, and the audience gaped at the majesty of the arena. The Frost Speaker slowly shook his head in disapproval, moving his staff to draw ritual patterns in the air in front of him.
Several frostlings crawled out of a chasm near the Frost Speaker and headed straight for the Illusionist, on the other side of the cave. Their progress was slow, and the elf only waved his hand a single time, then stood and awaited the small creatures of winter.
Suffice to say, they never arrived at their destination. They collectively misjudged a small jump that looked to be only inches down, before they jumped and realized that they were, indeed, heading down a bottomless chasm. The scraping of their weapons and claws against the smooth side of the trench was heard, accompanying their wails of terror. The sound fell in volume until it disappeared completely.
It was the Illusionist's turn to shake his head, stepping slowly towards the Frost Speaker, who was messing yet another ritual chant.
When the Illusionist was about halfway, small drops of ice started to descend on him from one of the holes in the lofty roof of the cave, soon intensifying to a real blizzard. The Illusionist, shaken in his self-confidence, hurried to get out of the snow and ice, but not before taking several hits from larger ice clumps falling from the sky. When he managed to get out of the blizzard, he was shaking with cold and sporting several bruises.
But he was also close to the Frost Speaker, and now the audience had something to see that did at least sport some sort of action; the Illusionist quickly split into several copies, each of them sporting a staff. As if on a secret signal, they began to approach the Illian. Red, demonic snakes materialized themselves, curling around the staves. The Frost Speaker hesitantly took a couple of steps backwards, before realizing he was surrounded. He picked up his staff with resolve and begun attacking the figures.
One after one, the illusions shattered under the attack of the Illian, but in the end, the Illusionist had the first strike, swinging his staff at the Frost Speaker from behind. Apart from the considerable force of the blow, the red snake on the staff quickly jumped onto the cape of the Illian, and the latter had to struggle for a while to get the beast off, leaving him with several wounds from the snake. No-one doubted that they were poisoneous. The Illusionist merely stood, smiling at the Illian, as he finally threw the snake away into a nearby chasm.
The Frost Speaker closed on the Illusionist, only to find his fingers gripping thin air. The poison slowly began to work as the Illian turned around, spotting the Illusionist almost thirty feet from him. A short and energetic chase emerged before the Illian clutched the robes of the real Illusionist. The elf merely smeered at the priest of winter, as if to say, "Now what?"
The Frost Speaker threw him against a rock with an unimaginable force, and many among the audience heard several of the elf's bones break. Still, he stood up, and still, he was smiling. As the Illian came close again, the elf made a gesture in the air between them.
The Illian desperately flogged his arms against the swarm of locusts that emerged out of thin air, descending upon him. He suffered hundred of bites before finally uttering a single word, in ancient Illian, a word as heavy as an iceberg. The insects froze and fell to the ground, and the Frost Speaker picked up the Illusionist again. This time, he did not throw him, but rather staggered towards one of the chasms in the cave.
He held the elf out in his arm, above the bottomless chasm, for a second, before letting go.
The crowd cheered as the elf's figure broke the still surface of the water, ruining the illusion of a chasm; the elf had landed safely in a shallow lake, its surface having mirrored the gaping hole in the roof above. With a smile and a flourish, the Illusionist threw his staff at the Illian, like a spear. As the black metal impaled the Frost Speaker, he waved his hand and the lake in which the elf was caught froze to ice. Then, the Illian promptly fell to the floor and died.
Spoiler :
Reality was restored, but the Illusionist was still caught in ice to his waist, and he screamed for the medical staff to hurry to him, before passing out from the intense cold. The ice around him was quickly mauled and melted away, and he was dragged away, unconcious and visibly suffering. His lips were blue. The pompous official took the stage once more, as the body of the Frost Speaker was dragged away.
"It is my distinct pleasure to see a grudge settled, with the Assassin taking on the Eidolon in an arena of his choice!"
Evening fight: Eidolon vs Assassin, Assassin 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 Diamondeye!
Betting is open for Eidolon vs Assassin. Place your bets in BOLD dark orange.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Ahh crap. 
PaulusIII
Unholy Warlord
Engineer and Berserker. Ain't got no Mark hint, but these two aren't saying much.
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