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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 6:12 pm
Lazarus smiles, bowing low to the master of the house, "Actually, boredom. I couldn't really find anything else to do, and I herd through the grape-vine that you were training new recruits. Now we've fought together many-a-time, and I know, you have little magical apititude. Which made me wonder... how can you properly train the new casters?" With a bit of a know-it-all smile, Lazarus conjurs his favorate bored-time ball of raw spell energy, and tosses it carefully and gently in his hands.
He pauses with the ball in mid-air, and looks at Vincent quizzically, "Wait, what kind of conundrum? Is there anything you might need my spell prowress on?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 3:10 am
"I may not be able to harness the raw energies needed for proper spell casting. However I do know the processes for doing so...I just lack the magical apptitude to do so." Vincent says with a smile in response to Lazarus' own. His attitude gets more serious as he explains the days happenings from Van's arrival to Drameus proposal. "...And then we brought him here to recover afterword...want to come with us to find the reliquary?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 7:35 am
Entering the Dojo via its entrance beneath the waterfall made him cool down at least a little. For a moment he stood in the torchlit area getting his eyes accustomed to the light before smirking. "Time to let off some steam." Drawing his hand up he caught a rapier that began to form in front of him. As he gripped the handle he could feel its energy flowing like the water of this natural training ground. Slowly he began practicing his forms keeping wise to his environment. true fencing kept you limited to a straight line, never turning, always pressing forward. The Felzir branch held that claim, but expanded it. Monsters weren't going to wait to fight you en masse. Finishing his warm up he huffed a bit, he should have been practicing the words for his healing spell yet he was once again distracted. I must settle for nothing short of perfection in everything I do...
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 5:09 am
From behind you hear the deep, resonating voice of Vincent as he enters into the Dojo proper. "Greetings, Lord Gastion. We meet again. Come to train with me?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:59 am
Spinning in place Renard salutes with his rapier before letting it fade into the energy it had been crafted of. "I did not realize this was your training ground, I believed that it was open to anyone and since the Illuminati could not provide me with any connections here I took my training opportunity when I could get it." he said as he toweled off his head and flipped through a few pages of his spellbook. "Yes I'll train with you, lord Vincent, if you can spare the time?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 8:08 am
Bellamin jolts up screaming from a far wall inside the dojo. He seemed to be very much in panic, and was raving incorheriently. After two seconds of screaming, he stops and seems to gather his senses. Reaching into his numerous pouches, he starts to draw out large pieces of paper, charcoal, a large uncolored doll with demon wings, and what seemed to be a candle. The spellsword lays all this out infront of him before frantically reaching into his pouch and throwing random things about; probably in an attempt to find some reagent he doesn't have.
"Does anybody happen to have a gem with a fragment of a strong soul trapped inside?" Bellamin asked as he picked up some large magical imbued coins he threw about.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:17 am
"Check your third, left, inside pocket...I think Drameus left it for you." Vincent directs to Bellamin, "As for you, Lord Gastion; this training ground is open to eveyone. I am simply here to assist in your training in whatever art you may practice. I may not use some forms of combat, but I am familiar with all but the most foreign of them." Vincent smiles as he finishes the comment, one of open, unquestioned friendship...something rather foreign to most nobility. "So how may I help you today? A friendly spar? Maybe some soft, squishy, goblin-esque targets to destroy?" Vincent cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your response.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 10:37 am
Smirking, Renard cast his a wayward glance. "Though its against my best discretion I believe I'll challenge you this day." With a flourish and a disbursement of feathers his Rapier reappears in his hand. "Take note I'm not going to hold back, I assume as a fitting gentlemen you'd do the same?"
With his offhand he begins drawing the energy to form an energy burst.
Username: Falconsheight
Character name: Renard Gastion
Attack: 0
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 0
Magic: 10
Life: 25 (5)
Equip: 1
Abilities: SA: Fencers Riposte (5), Master Caster(Energy burst)(2) Spell Specialization(Energy Burst)(1)
Items: Eye of the Illuminati
Spells: Heal(200), Energy Burst(200)
Actions razz owerup(200)
Money: 400
Organization: Illuminati
~Spell~
Energy Burst: (24 damage)
SA: Fencers Riposte (10 damage)
Hp: 25/25
Ap: 1
Mp: 0
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 11:51 pm
Character name: Vincent Valentine [36] Servant of Ra, Ancient One, Water Child
Attack: 10 [15]
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: None
Magic: 0
Life: 50 [10]
Equip: 12
Abilities: Fury
Items: Rage Amulet, Ring of Regeneration, Sword of Mist
Spells: Fighter's Counter-spell, Magic Wings, Wings of Achilles
Actions: Draw, Power Up, Pounce, Smash, Spell Breaker, Stunning Blow, Taunt
Special Locations: SOM School for Girls
Money: 405 chips
Organization: The Elites
Vincent lets out a chuckle and smiles at Renard's comment, "Challenging me? You, I like." Vincent draws his sword, pointing at Renard in challenge as he gives a small bow. "To battle!" Vincent charges in, excepting the energy burst's more-than-stinging energies. He bursts through the smoke caused by the blast, charging the rapier wielding Renard. Vincent barely dodges a killing blow, grunting as the blade makes a deep gash in his left arm, before he slams his shoulder into Renard's body throwing him back and knocking the wind out of him. He then comes in, his sword a blur as he slams the flat of his blade into the side of Renard's head. Vincent then reverses step, disappearing from view before seemingly reappearing behind you. Even before his gauntleted fist came up you knew it was over. The stinging pain you feel in the back of your neck is only confirmation as your vision fades to black. You wake several minutes later, Vincent's limited healing magicks going to work on fixing the minimul real wounds you had. "Pretty good, Lord Gastion. The power of your magicks are impressive."
Vincent
Attack: 10 damage
Attack: 10 damage
Attack: 10 damage
Hp: 50/50
Ap: 0
Mp: 1
Vincent: 17/50
Renard: 0/25
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Posted: Sat Aug 23, 2008 6:47 am
Reaching into a coat pocket he pulls out a handkerchief and wipes some of the blood from around his mouth as he stands. "So you say my attacks are impressive, For some reason I believe your simply being kind." Shaking off his initial disappointment he laughs wholeheartedly. "I'm glad that I wasn't looking down the end of that blade for more than a few seconds or I might have cried like a little girl. You wield it as though it was a feather." Brushing off his coat he walked toward the exit of the dojo. "Till next we meet lord Vincent, keep your weapon sharp and your wits sharper."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 2:28 am
"The same to you, Lord Gastion." Vincent says with a small bow, "Hopefully next time we meet we will be on the same side. I personally don't want to go more than a round with you anyway..." Vincent ends with a small laugh as he turns to Bellamin, "So...did you find the thing left by Drameus?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:44 pm
"Got it right here." Bellamin pulls out a large black gemstone which pulsated with a faint demonic aura. "Well, hopefully they keep the place clean; it'll take a bit for it to sink in."
As the spellsword continues making preparations, you notice he's made large pentagram out of chalk. This magic symbol reaches out about two feet away from the center, which is where he sat. "So, tell me... What did he say he would reward you with?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 7:52 pm
"Well...he mentioned something about the reliquary he's seeking sitting atop a thousand gold nuggets or something like that..." Vincent shrugs, "Not like I care. I'm only interested in banishing him back to where he belongs."
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2008 12:13 pm
There was a small multicolor explosion, followed by a plume of rust-colored smoke. "He probably means diamonds. Draemus might be the self proclaimed embodiment of scheming; but he doesn't know a thing about minerals..." Bellamim threw some grey dust at the center of the pentagram and waited for the onset of smoke to stop.
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 9:58 pm
"If that's the case it could be a mound of rusted iron for all we know. But the point is still moot. As long as I can banish him I don't really mind the reward so much."
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