[ Poll ] Battledome! Dice Game! ((Read First Post))

Carrot.

Bird.		4.2%	[ 3 ]
Mandible.		9.9%	[ 7 ]
Frog.		8.5%	[ 6 ]
Cactus.		16.9%	[ 12 ]
Virus.		22.5%	[ 16 ]
Holiday.		5.6%	[ 4 ]
Cola.		19.7%	[ 14 ]
Glitter.		12.7%	[ 9 ]

Total Votes: 71

[Lord Discord]

"It has been a while."

It was she who could attack with art. Discord wondered if she was still as strong as she once was. Scribbler proved her might by painting several monstrosities that Discord could not even feasibly describe. To even the odds, Discord summoned an enormous spirit to do his bidding. The painted creature and the spirit did their summoners' bidding and attacked each other. A monstrous battled ensued with both sides infusing their creations with their powers. They were evenly matched at first, but the enormous ghost proved the better of the two when it became intangible between each attack of Scribbler's beast. Discord showed mercy and allowed Scribbler to retreat.

(To My Next Opponent) "Face me and do not hold back."

[Zachary Charon]

"I don't plan to hold back."

While I may have not been intending to hold back, Ivan was somewhere else in thought. His and my sync were so messed up that I couldn't summon phoenix fire, Ivan's darkness, or even the myriad of weapons I had at my disposal. My speed was shot to hell and my strength was little more impressive than a nine-year-old girl.

All-in-all it was a poor fight.

[Emma of Bainbridge]

"Nor do I."

Wings unfolded in a red-gold blaze of fire. Zachary smiled with self-assured glee, waiting for my impending defeat. Ivan might have been influencing him, I felt a hint of darkness within the purity that a phoenix so naturally emits.

I probably looked like a wreck, but I am not to be underestimated.

Zach walked straight into the spell-trap I had laid earlier and found himself shrinking and his plumage changing.

The newly transformed finch chirped uneasily as he flew off.

He would change back in a minute or two.

[Zachary Charon]

"Chirp!"

I fluttered around as a finch for a minute, able to adapt to the form pretty readily. I didn't mind. I guess I should have seen it coming, being overconfident and all. Ivan, however, was raging and furious. The moment the spell faded and we transformed back he took over completely and shut me out with a deadlock I hadn't seen in some time. I watched him summon two spears made of pure darkness and strike Emma from behind, declaring this his well-deserved vengeance. I struggled to take back my body but Ivan's bizarre fury was too much.

TNP: "All right! This is more like it. Let's go!"

[Nazynri]

"Zach! You're male again!" [...wait, so is she fighting Ivan or Zach? o.o; ...Bwah, I'll go with both.]

Scribbler broke into a wide grin as she saw the phoenix returned to his rightful form. [delayed reaction, anyone?] There was no time for further pleasantries, though; the gong sounded and both combatants took their place.

The phoenix was at the top of his game today, moving at speeds Scribbler could barely follow and giving her no time to mount any sort of defence, let alone offence. She'd managed some sort of black cage thing before Zach flew up in front of her, breaking her concentration and her ink strand.

"Yoooink!"
"Hey! My sketchbook!"

She chased him around in the air, fighting the urge to giggle. He flew up and away with her book in tow, throwing ink creatures and bolts of fire-infused dark energy at her. Scribbler yelped at the bolts, hastily smearing ink against the air to shield herself. She had to admit, Ivan and Zach made a good team...when one of them wasn't overshadowing the other.
The next creature he pulled out lumbered towards her, grinning maw opened wide; Scribbler focussed on it, causing the many-limbed beast to implode.

A cloud of dust enshrouded the arena, and she could no longer tell where Zach was for the coughing fit that seized her.

"Hey, Scribbles."
"..."
"Don't blink."

WHAM!
Sketchbook to the head. Out cold.
He landed next to her, tilting his head.

"Aw, I told you not to blink..."

[Emma of Bainbridge]

"Really?"

Neither of us were at our best this day: the duel was postponed until further notice (or when Samus and I recovered from our respective attacks).

We had a battle of sorts, but on a chessboard rather than an arena.

There was a tie.

[Varnyte]

*Checks list*

I saw Emma name and more importantly was not cross out. She knew aobut my little and tried to kill me so I couldn't finish it , sadly she failed. She first summon elemental arrows and pointed her finger at me. The arrows followed the direction where the finger was cast. They tried to impale themselves in my body but I dodge and shoot them with ease using my reflex and pistol. She had a mad look on her face and drew out her sword and then summon another sword. The summon sword tried to slice me while she was right behind it, trying to stab me. I smile and dodge them by jumping and rolling around. Soon, I grew tried and drew my rifle. I inserted a full clip and aim the rifle carefully. "Room service ! I'm here to fluff your pillows and blow off your head. " I said as I blasted both of her sword apart with the powerful bullets. I then shot 2 round in her before finish her off. I smile and sank my fangs down in her neck. Her mouth gape open as her eyes seem to fade away.

V Boom.
Both of us are ! : D

[Nazynri]

ninja
Scribbler winced at the outcome of his last battle...and stepped into the ring, knowing full well she was not about to come out in one piece.

Varnyte made a move towards her, but she put up her hand.
"Don't bother. I'm drained," Scribbler informed him. " 'sides, you've already bit me once."
"I know," he grinned, brandishing the list. "Doesn't mean you'll get off easy."

He pressed a button, revealing the intricate array of claymore mines he'd set up beforehand. They beeped menacingly, and Scribbler's eyes widened.

Time to go out with a bang, then.
She lunged furiously, claws swiping at the vampire's torso and neck, but he would block with swift and brutal rifle strikes, twisting out of the way when she got too close. It was almost like he was toying with her.
Further enraged, Scribbler determined to at least mark him once, and she did so with a sudden tackle and swipe to the face. Three bloody lines appeared...and she had half a second to grin.

Varnyte's eyes went white with anger and he slammed the butt of his rifle into Scribbler's sternum, sending her flying into one of the mines...and triggering it. Whatever debris was there was lost in smoke, and he did not wait for it to clear before walking out and declaring victory.

"Boom."

[guess who's rusty at writing gore? 83;]

[Zachary Charon]

ninja

Ivan had seen Scribbler's destruction and couldn't help but laugh. He walked away from the debris, not realizing that she was being revived by the Dome itself. He lost the match by default.

[Emma of Bainbridge]

"Hmm..."

We agreed to another chess match, and we sat down at the table and chose.

I was black, he was white.

And his king was captured in under seven moves. I only lose two pawns in the process!

[Drathi]

(...This has to be made a fight worth for two mages... and such a close call.)

"Heya, Emma!" called Drathi as he entered the Battle Dome, spinning his staff in his usual playful manner. "It's been awhile since we fought hasn't it?" Before emma had a chance to answer the young boy summoned up an icy gust of wind, covering some parts of the ground with ice and forming a large mist, which the boy seemed todisappear into, only to reappear behind Emma, about to cast a Cold Bolt at point blank range. The enchantress turned and lifted her hand, countering the ice attack with darkness, but the brute force of a close-up attack and Emma's equally powerful attack cancelled, causing a magical burst that flung the two of them into the wall. The mist began to clear as Drathi stumbled out from the wall and he could see that Emma was not in the wall.

"You're supposed to challenge me in chess," Emma said quietly behind him. The boy swung his staff, only to have it collide with a chain that bound his arms and staff in its grip. "Howver, I suppose I could give you a little lesson." Drathi recognized that the chain was enchanted and could be manipulated by her. The chain tightened around his arm and cut off the magic flowing in them, while they were wrapped around him. He was lifted up and thrown around like a ragdoll, before finally being thrown to the ground in a harsh manner. Drathi was covered in wounds and it appeared that Emma was not wounded at all. Drathi had to admit she was far superior than he was, but he had once last trick up his sleeve. As Emma approached Drathi to finish him off, the boy released his staff from his hand and made a circle in the ground his with his finger. By the time Emma had realized what he was planning, it was already too late. Ice surrounded hr and formed a thick cage that eventually froze her inside. Unlike most victims of Drathi's freezing attacks, this one was jagged and sloppy.

"hat was close," he gasped. "I actually had to lose control for a bit."

[Nazynri]

[mediocre rolls are mediocre...]

"Hey Drathi!" An ink tentacle reached out to poke at the ice mage, freezing in the process. Scribbler giggled.
The ice mage was not pleased, raising his staff and already gathering his magical energies. "You again?!"

Scribbler grinned innocently, letting the summoned ink-tacle fall. "...Can I have an icicle?" she asked.

"No," Drathi replied...but paused in thought. "You can be one, though!"

And he did flash-freeze her then and there, ink tentacles and all.
Ouch.

[Emma of Bainbridge]

"Scribbler."

Ink flowed around me as the Scribbler opened her sketchbook and began to draw. I felt the magic-so different from my own- working, and the arena melted away.

Blackness, on all sides. No sound, no light, just-void.

Just inky darkness.

Scribbler had woven my magic into her ink-

And with my magic, so go I.