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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:51 am
Finally re-opened after years of neglect, the Coliseum is now open thanks to a rather large donation from a Count Bigglesworth.
An imposing building of stone arches, the Coliseum was built for one purpose and one purpose only. To put on a show~
Anybody can apply to fight a in the coliseum arena. And after the usual legal documents are signed, a hoping combatant can sign up for a fight and spill blood that hopefully isn't his own.
However these days, with coffin prices skyrocketing, the coliseum pitbosses have decided that it is more economically liable to actually ressurect fallen combatants. That way they can continually milk their fame and not have to compensate family members, buy the traditional coliseum coffin, etc.
~+~
In the Coliseum, a kill is standard procedure. No, here, the crowd demands theatrics. You not only are judged on your power, but your performance. Without some style, the crowd will undoutbedly get bored of you eventually. Fight and enthrall the crowd, and you shall truly become the crowd's champion.
[[If you wish to compete, please PM Random Mistakes. Currently the most recent Pit-boss.]]
~+~ You earn Favour and Crowd Credits through combat through either the biweekly monster sets... Or through PvP with other Coliseum registered combatants. Favour and Crowd Credits. Favour is an abstract representation of the crowd's like/dislike of you. Favour is earned through combat, although winning isn't always everything. Having some theatrical moves and persona will help woo the crowd just as good as a winning streak. Favour from PvP matches have a set value which is increased depending on the difference of favour between both parties. As your favour increases, you name will be more reknown, and special opportunities will arise. Crowd Credits, or CC, is a reward for winning fights and the crowd. Unlike favour, it cannot be earned by PvP matches between two players. You gain bonus CC if you fight with RP and style. Having a unique arena persona doesn't hurt either. Crowd Credits are exchangable for chips and CP. Fame and CC for monster sets. Victory/Loss Easy Fight: ______2/1 Medium Fight: ____3/1 Hard Fight: __ ____4/2 Coop: ___________5/2 Boss: ___________6/3 PvP: _________2(2+n)/(2+n) Theatrical Bonus: +1 to +5 favour. +1 to +2 CC Theatrical Boss Bonus: +1 to Unknown. +1 to Unknown **PLEASE NOTE!~ You may fight a bossfight even if another group of people have already fought the boss. You will get a different boss scaled to you. However, only one boss-fight per attraction per person so choose your parteners and your strategy wisely. There are penalties for losing to a boss...
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:53 am
+THIS WEEK'S SHOW+
White Blight Knight Pixie Dusted [EASY]~You gotta be kidding me... Tin Can Man [MEDIUM]~Looks like its falling apart at the seams! Wyrm Food [HARD]~Eats you. Then kills you Tin Pot Pals [CO-OP]~Rather shoddily made if I do say so myself. Crunchy, Chewy, Slimy [BOSS]~Rather odd combination. But I guess for some it works.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 11:56 am
<[[Mortician's Memento]]>
*Registered Combatants* Perrian. The Shining Dragon_____ 1/0/0 ----- F:10//CC:7
Isidar. The Shadow Viper________1/0/0 ----- F:10//CC:7
Vincent. The Broken Heirophant_.. 4/0/0 ----- F:61//CC:28
Varnis. Shinkuu Naito______._.___3/0/0 ----- F:14//CC:8
Miztka: The Spectress ______..___4/0/0 ----- F:61//CC:8
Poa: The Dryad Magician____.___..0/0/0 ----- F:8//CC:3
Talos: The Dusk and Dawn______..1/0/0 ----- F:7//CC:3
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:48 pm
[The Pit]
*Chips from the Crowd. Rest for the Weary*
The pit is what everybody calls the place for gladiators of the coliseum to rest between matches. Here, you can also spar with some of the senior combatants who now teach the younger ones what the coliseum truely means. Although they mostly know flash, some also have some moves which might apply to real life fighting. Just beware that both them and the crowd must judge you before you recieve some lessons. Here, you also get your share of the pay from admissions and bets placed here in the arena.
Although the pit's dirt-floor training area is the highlight of the pit, the strangest object is what the gladiators call the 'Blood Fountain' because of the occasional leakage of liberated bodily fluid into the resevoir. This fountain of usually pristene water is tapped directly from an underground stream coming from the mountains. It will heal you, and bring any charge/mist item back into the form it was before a fight. It does not have enough power to recharge any charges used more than a couple of hours before. It also has some luck in bringing tokens back to life, but only if they've been spent or killed in the last few hours. 5 _CC= 25 chips 10 CC= 75 chips 15 CC= 125 chips 20 CC= 1 CP
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 6:02 pm
"Greetings ladies and gentlemen. And welcome to the Red, Dead, Revolution!"
The iron spiked gates infront of you are lifted upwards. Rusty screeching noises do little to mask the announcer's booming basseto.
"Today, on opening day, we have a special line-up of fights for you. Can these brave new gladiators make us proud? Will they survive the onslaught on unceasing undeath? LETS FIGHT!"
~Down in the Stages~
"In the Red Arena, we have two new contestants who will duel it out with our band of undead." A skeleton, zombie hulk, a zombie, and ghoul step forth upon cue. "Give it up for the tag-team fighting style of..."
A little flap in the wall flips, and you hear the announcer whisper. "Hey, you two... What're your stage-names?"
[Enter the Arena]
~Meanwhile, on the other side of a divider~
"In the Blue Arena, we have another newcomer to the arena. Fighting these Ghoulishly Revolting soldiers." Also upon cue, three expertly controlled cadavers step forth and stand in unison. "Who dares fight two rather sickening corpses, and their rather fresh leader?" "For your enjoyment... Its..."
A little flap in the wall flips and you hear the announcer whisper. "Hey, you... Whats your nom-de-plum?"
[Enter the Arena]
~In the adjacent section of the coliseum~
"Welcome to the Black Arena! A newly constructed little piece of earthly heaven." The announcer laughs a hearty laugh. "Today, we have a new fighter whos gonna take his luck to our little home team." The crowd boos as the zombies shamble onto the field. "Can he double down and deal with Double Dead? Introducing the newest fighter..."
A little flap in the wall flips, and you hear the announcer whisper. "Hey, kid? Gotta stage name you wanta use? Nows the time..."
[Enter the Arena]
Roots and Vines seem to almost move on their own accord as the rusty iron gates open. "Hehehe! Looks like these ghastly ghouls have some fresh meat. Come on all your arena dogs! Lets give a big Green Arena welcome to..."
A little flap barely manages to open up on the wall. Speaking through some overgrowth, the announcer whispers to you. "Hey there. Yah mind giving us a name? Some flash and fire would be nice."
[Enter the Arena]
~+~
BOSS FIGHT
"Well, well!" The announcer booms. "Looks like we have two volunteers to take own this week's sponsers! Heeheehehee! This should be a good fight!" This time, the fight was in the dark of night, the arena illuminated by torches and magical lanterns. The artificial light did its best to shine, but added to the feeling of something dead. The ever moving black soil did nothing to help, what with its constant shifting and squelching.
With that, the gate opposite yours opens and out walks two figures. Both were the same height, although while one seems thin and lankey and the other one encumbered by thick armor.
"And now, our sponsers! Standing in the armor, an imposing tower of steel and spike... THE REVENANT~"
"And his counterpart. A shadow of death himself. The vampiric alchemist. AL MORTO FUOCO!"
Your gate now opens to allow you entrance to the arena grounds. A flap opens up and the announcer's voice booms forth in a whisper. "Go get em' gladiators!"
[Enter the Arena]
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 1:31 pm
The crowd marvels at the miniature glowing orbs raining down from the heavens. The start a chant and drown out the announcer's basseto.
You hear "HEIROPHANT! HEIROPHANT! HEIROPHANT!" As you walk back down into the pit.
"Nice work, Broken Heirophant. The crowd loves yah." A few fellow gladiators slap you on your back in congratulations. "Seems like your one of us now!"
Favour: +9
CC:____+6
~+~+~
Total Favour: [9]
Total Crowd Credits: [6]
{Exit, Vincent, AKA Broken Heirophant}
~+~
As you drink from the crystal clear fountain. You feel your wounds heal, and your strength return. Your goblin token also manages to piece itself back together after one of the gladiators showed you how to repair them.
"Nice finish, new kid. Looks like your one of us now!" The other gladiators smile and one offers you a wineskin. "Methinks one of the pitbosses is mighty interested in that blade of yours." A rather sharp-eyed one says. "Don't expect the next few to be as simple." She warns.
Favour: +6
CC: +3
~+~+~
Total Favour: [6]
Total CC: [3]
{Exit, Varnis, AKA Shinkuu Naito}
~+~ The audience members stand up as you ride by, making a sort of waving effect. Whether to praise you, or get a closer look, it was probably both.
You enter the pit, and the other gladiators surround you. "What was that!?! That was so awsome." Some of the minority female gladiators looked rather proud. "Hah! Another fine example of a warrior woman!" Somebody in the crowd says in mock. He is eventually found and given a rather large thump on the head by one particuarily proud gladiator.
They praise you, but they try to avoid patting you on the back... Mostlikly because falling through you and hitting the ground was not something they wanted to risk.
Favour: +10
CC: +6
~+~+~
Total Favour: [10]
Total CC: [6]
{Exit Miztka, AKA Spectress}
~+~
As you rocket out the stadium the crowd roars from all sides...
Now, even being some distance you still here the audience applauding and shouting. However, the peace of silence soon engulf the two of you.
The evening sun takes on a nice red and orange hue as you are carried off into the horizons.
Favor +10
CC: +7
~+~
Total Favour: [10]
Total CC: [7]
{Exit Isidar, AKA Shadow Viper}
{Exit Perrian. AKA Shining Dragon
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:08 am
After a good run, the undead start to pour out of the arena and back into the woods. Even though they did lose their two commanding officers, they seem to know what to do.
One large skeleton in particuliar carried out a rather large ammount of chips stashed in a burlap sack. They seemed to disappear in the darkness of the forest.
Several others seem to be carrying any bits of their fallen comrades they could find...
~+~
A few men in shining white armor stride up into the arena. Along with them, are huge wheeled cages covered by tarp.
Looks like the next attraction his here people!
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 12:39 am
((Are we going to get the see the stats of the monsters of the easy medium and hard challenges like the week before?))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 8:51 am
Lol, screw that! The fun is in the adventure! I'll take Wyrm Food!! BRING IT!!! *insert T-Rex roar here*
((Note: Will probably go down in flames, lol xd ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 12:30 am
(I'll take on the hard challenge again, and I'd like to spend 20 of my cc to buy a cp and would like to put it into equip))
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:32 am
((I'll take on the medium fight if possible. I want to try out the ring. ;>.> ))
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:52 pm
"Hail Brave adventuerers and show-goers alike! Welcome to the Arena!"
"Today. We have a special fight for you. Presenting, from the home team."
"THE BROKEN HEIROPHANT!"
The crowd oohs and ahhhs. Something big was going to happen.
You hear a whoosing-hissing sound. Followed by a large thud and the rattling of metal. There infront of you, is one hell of trio
The wyrms roars and the standing knights in armor fight to get one of the largest padlocks you've ever seen open with one of the smallest keys you've ever seen.
The cage opens up and the small brown wyrms steps onto the battlefield. Their breath shivels all the vines it touches.
The knights head towards their end of the arena, and drag their downed comrade into the other side of the iron gate. You notice the large ammounts of spells placed on the arena spectator seats. The gate behind you shuts with a rusty *c***k*.
"DONT WANT TO SPOIL THEM WITH SOFT MEAT NOW DO WE? LETS GET FIGHTING WORM FOOD!" ~+~ They said your next fight was up...
The sands of dust blow around. Whipping the heavy tarp off for just a moment. In that moment, a horribly hideous reptilian smile flashes at you. Well, in truth there were three.
The knights nodd to eachother and pull the heavy tarp off the cage. With a large warhammer, the knock the lock off. The cage swings open and the knights retreat. One with a heavy beard waves back at you.
"Good Luck Girlie!"
The three green wyrms jump out of the cage. Hungry eyes stare back at your ethreal ones.
The annother booms. "HEHEHEHE! IT SEEMS ITS SNACKTIME CHILDR'N!"
"Spectress! Lets see another lightning quick finish! Hehehe!"
"COME AND GET IT YOU MONSTROSITIES! THE DINNER'S ON ME!" ~+~ "Ah! Knights! Seems like you're time is almost up... So why don't I let your last tin-man face somebody a bit more... Green." The announcer laughed as he taunted the challengers. The gate on the other side slides down to reveal a nine-foot tall man clad in plate. Metal obscures his vision, and it seems it makes it very hard to even move. With each large step, he sends a huge puff of red sands up into the air. The arena was already swirling into a dustbowl.
"Here's the newest edition to our family..." A small flap opens up in the corridor and the announcer's voice echos through.
"Hey, greenhorn. Got a name? You gotta have a name before you can make one."
...
"Errr..." You hear somebody whisper to someone else in the backroud.
"Er, wait... How young is this kid?"
Then the flap kind of shakes as the announcer adresses the whole crowd. "The Dryad Magician, Poa Aráethos!"
"Rather nice for a change just goin' with your real name. Gettin' kind of a pain to remember who's who on the pay-table. Best of luck little girlie." The flap closes and the announcer laughs a hearty laugh to the rest of the collesium
The crowd cheers you on with glee. "ROUND ONE! ENGAGE! AHAHAHA!"
Suddenly the tall man nods and extends its hand like in a handshake...
[Enter the Arena] ~+~ "Well, well!" The announcer booms. "Looks like he's back for more! Ahaha!"
The crowd starts to get riled up as a nine-foot tall man in the heaviest looking armor you've ever seen step up into the arena. He walked with the oddest kind of limping action. Mabye his armor needed a nice oiling. Who knows?
"Well Mr. Shinkuu Naito... You see your enemy. He's just some big ol' rusted tin can! Take 'em down!"
The rusty gates open up. The tin can man looks like he has some trouble walking across the marshy landscape of the blue arena. You hear heavy breathing from underneath his obscuring faceplate.
Enter the Arena ~+~ "Well, well? What do we have here? Another greenhorn?" The announcer yells; all the foliage in the green arena shivers in anticipation. "Look kid, another gladiator just took this fight and got a twig through the eyeball... Oh, but by the looks of 'im, I think this guy ain't just another push over... Hehehe! Come and get some. He's the blade of the setting shadows and the dagger of the rising sun."
The arena gates open to reveal a vast, lush, jungle-like landscape. High stone walls are barely visible through the foliage. Three balls of twinkling light are at the other side; Pixies.
"Here! Is! The man of the hour! Dusk and Dawn!"
The crowd roars... And the pixies are gone from sight, leaving only a small afterglow of luminescent dust in their wake. Then, out of the shadows, steps three almost reptiliant forms. Each form was made of dead and rotting foliage, and each had a faint glow coming from their heads.
"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN ME!" ~+~ ~{BOSS FIGHT}~*Something smells foul*
"Why the blindfold? Well... Why the anything" All you should see is darkness around you. However, you clearly hear the crowd is dead silent. "Hehehe!"
Mages casts a few spells on you two. Short protection against acid spells, and a couple remote viewing spells for kicks.
"Now, now..." His voice dropped to a diabolical low. "Calm down." You realize that the air is damper than usual. And something stinks worse than usual. "You'll only half to wait a little longer."
Suddenly, the sound of scurrying feet. A deep scrapping sound. The smell of freshly churned dirt. A beastly roar. And one very moist whoosh of air. It is very damp now. And you can barely breath.
"Broken Heirophant! Spectress! Open your eyes! And witness this rather odd combination for yourself!"
[Enter the Arena] ~+~ "Hey Greenhorn. Pit boss tells me to tell you to head down towards red arena." A nondescript gladiator says. "Baptism by fire I guess. Your heading out to face one of the last of those Knight's abominations. Good luck."
A gate with a worn red symbol above it swishes violently as a pair of men take out what appears to be a mangled mess of atleast three people out on one stretcher.
"Come one kid. One last drink before yeh go."
...
The arena gates are down, letting you freely walk into the artificial landscape. A portion of blood red dunes stretch before you. The dust devils swirl around before what eppears to be a night sky.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! For you enjoyment... Here's a late-night snack! Welcome our newest gladiator, DUSK AND DAWN." There seemed to be nothing around. "Hehehe! So, dear friend, are you excited for your second match!"
The wind howls around you every so often. Rhythmically... Strange, there's a rather large patch without stars.
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Posted: Tue Nov 17, 2009 6:31 pm
The crowd cheers and waves as you ride past.
The combination of three vicerated dragon cadavers, a deafening roar, and the almost unnatural mix of colors in the arena give this time an almost etheral feel.
The announcer accidentally something but cannot be understood over the crowd. Then, in a louder, more purposefull voice, he says:
"LOOKS LIKE THEY JUST PAID WITH THEIR LIVES!"
"Give one more round of applause to THE SPECTRESS." He laughs his usual laugh. "Go take a rest missy. You've earned it. The iron gates on the dragons side open, and you see a set of knights ready to collect the remains as soon as you take your leave...
+9 Favour
+6 CC ~+~ "Give it up for SHINKUU NAITO!"
The crowd starts an applause as you exit the stadium. Screeching iron gates close behind you. All the gladiators welcome your return with a quick cheer as they prepare for their own fights.
"Hah, hah, hah! You sure showed those knights what we're made of!" one of the combatants goes.
"Course... I've heared rumors that they've brought in a caged adult dragon." He proclaims. "Can't wait to see that fight eh?"
"Yea." Another gladiator responds. "I've already got 'n my large pot'o'chips to bet. Probably gonna be the quickest match we'll ever see."
"Well what about two years ago when-"
"That wasn't a true fight... Still, I expect it won' take long for a full grow dragon tah keel anythin' in its way."
"Heh... Newguy, what do you think..."
+ 8 Favour
+ 5 Crowd Credit ~+~ ((Damn. Everytime I try to post this... My PC keeps on blue-screening. >.< Finally))
The crowd is silent as the last green dragon is shredded by the furious embodiment of primal fury known as Demetry.
Their heartbeats calm for a moment. Not knowing quite what that large jolt their heart's recieved was...
Then, the thunderous applause of thousands come into the arena.
"Hehehe! Just another day in the life of one of our gladiators!" The announcer says. "Give your thanks to the BROKEN HEIROPHANT for the wonderful show everybody!"
"And you, oh man-of-the-hour. Take a drink and take a rest. You never know what might await you in here next time!
+9 Favour
+6 Crowd Credit ~+~ Favor +7
CC +3
The crowd cheers you on as many also reach out to catch a few petals.
Down in the pit, the pit boss was nowhere to be seen, however the other gladiators looked at you with approving eyes.
"Hey. Next time, hopefully the fight'll last longer eh?" The other gladiators seem more accepting of you now than before.
Life goes down here on a regular basis. Hopefully your's with the Arena family will last long.
"Cheers mate. We're always lookin' for an excuse to drink." With that, a few of the more sociable gladiators offer you a mug of something alchoholic and very strong.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 10:32 pm
~PIT BOSS'S TIP OF THE WEEK~All fights are somewhat scaled to your level of combat skill. I want no real easy fights out there. Just because Sir-Kills-A-LOT out there is going to fight a couple liches and mabye some skeletons all badass-lonesome style... Does not mean your pansy a** will.
Obviously, since none of you are quite at Sir-Kills-A-LOT's level ((Well, infact the Sir should be "Orc-Lady-Sir!" but whatever, you know who I'm talking about)) Judging by your face, you'll probably be facing mabye a crippled, maggot ridden, zombie parakeet at the same tier fight as Orc-Lady-Sir-Kills-A-LOT...
Anyways. Don't let the concept of being man-handled by a massive magma monster scare you out of volunteering for the harder matches. Suck it up and be a man. If an orcish girlie* and mother-of-two can do it... So can you~!
*Please note... No offense about being an orcish girl. It is what you are. Please don't take it as an insult again. Oh, and say hi to the kids for me
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 1:10 pm
Vincent and and I will take on the pit boss, now that he is done.
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