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 Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 10:56 pm
John pushes the buttons for Orc clones and decides to spice things up a bit. Time for a bit of randomness! he thinks smashing all the class buttons. Woah, I almost forgot to set the number! John thinks as he punches in the number twenty. "I can't wait to see what happens. Should I keep the difficulty at it's current level of 70% of reality?" he says as that selection pops up.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 12:01 am
Mr Schoebinger nodded.
"That'll do. Now seeing as everyone's here shall we begin? Excellent. Well for those of you who are new here my name is Mr. Schoebinger...or simply Mr. S. In this class we will be learning how to hone your offensive abilities. But enough of that drool. Time for the meat eh? Well, we'll let you all go in in groups of 3 or 4. Who would like to go first?" Mr. S asked.
Elithiel stepped foreward and Mr. S beamed.
'Great. Any others?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:35 am
"Okay, here we go!" John shouts hitting the big green GO button, but remembering to set a delay of two minutes. "Two minutes 'til we start, so get ready." he says jumping over the console and into the middle of the room.
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:40 pm
Elithiel looked around at all the nervous students. He sighed and moved into the room summoning his staff to him from the wall where he had set it.
He walked slowly inside to see it was still plain and bare. In about a minuet and 45 seconds it would probably be transformed into a completly different scence. Elithiel tightened his boots and relaxed his mind.
A loud BUZZ went out and the door to the training arena slid slowly shut, with only Elithiel inside.
He turned sharply to see the door close behind him. He ran to it.
"What? Wait! Only me? You've got to be joking!" he called to the others. It was no use...they couldn't hear him.
There was a loud hiss from behind him. He turned around and felt the door behind him vanish. He fell back onto a root.
"Ow! Oh great...forest...perfect. Orc terrain," he said standing back up. No sooner had he wiped himself off did the sound of heavy breathing catch his ears. He spun around to find himself face to face with an Orc Brute.
It held a long and thick blade which seemed to be badly smelted and a sheild of metal with sharp edges...both of which were just as bloody as the Orc.
"Ah geez..." Elithiel whispered as it came closer. He quickly swung his staff at its head. The Brute gave a grunt and then roared at him.
New plan.....
Elithiel flipped back and pointed the staff at the Brute.
"Chath B'luthel!"
Flame shot out of the end of his staff at the Orc. THe fire hit the Orc but had no effect.
"Ah great...only weakness to an Orc is water remember?" Elithiel said hitting himself.
The Brute seemed tired of his antics and swung out at him. Elithiel caught unaware was hit it the side. He felt the jagged blade cut him in several places as he was tossed aside. He hit a tree and fell, loosing his staff.
He felt the world spin as he was picked up by the legs by the Brute.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 5:37 pm
Lorenzo arrived, late as usual as he glanced around with his free eye, walking silently and with caution wondering where he has to go to acquire the notes he would need for the new year.. One year has passed... He muttered to himself, standing in the yard as new and old students walked passed, watching some of the usual nervous ninth graders and grinned slyly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 10:47 pm
"Hey, any of you kids know how to teleport?" John asks looking for a way into the training arena. "If you do, please get in there and help. If not help me look for a way in." He says looking around for some dent or fracture in the door where he could begin to pry it open.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 12:08 am
Lorenzo's attention was distracted by the voice of a teacher. He blinked twice before making his way across the yard towards the gym, stopping a few good feets from the teacher and the gym door. ...Allow me...Sir. His voice, cold and emotionless. Flashes of lightning began gathering up in his right palm until a ball emerged raising his hand, taking aim and with a sly grin Lorenzo thrusted the ball fowards into the door.
The impact cause an immense screeching noise which could be heard throughout the yard. Afterwards resulting in extreme bright flash of light, followed by a peaceful silence and a disappointed look on Lorenzo's face. It seems like they've strengthened it since the last attempts I tried... He thought to himself while he erased of the disappointment from his face.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:52 am
Elithiel thought he was dying slowly as the Orc roared in his face for he saw flashes of bright light and felt a tingling sensation race through him.
THe Orc roared even louder and dropped him. Elithiel could feel it too...it wasn't just light...elcetricity! SOmeone must be trying to get in. Elithiel reached out for John.
::John? John! Listen....that elemental attack was inside. Um...I'd appreciate it if that didn't happen again. Have you tried the wall panel outside the room. There's a red button. Get someone to press it and they should be zapped in. Hurry I don't think I-::
Elithiel was cut off by an arrow whizzing by his ear. A Caster, Ranger, and another Warrior emerged from the trees. Elithiel summoned his staff to him and backed away ready to defend himself.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 7:22 pm
"Yo, Lorenzo. Nice to see ya, but I've got to go." John says running towards the red button. "If you want to have some 'fun', follow me." he says hitting the button. I'm coming, kid.
Seconds later, John is flying through the air above Elithel's head. "Hi!"
The Orc caster and Ranger both try to hit him, but fail horribly. Then the Orc Warrior roars at the now falling John, and gets into a batter's swinging stance.
THis is going to hurt a bit.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 7:52 pm
Lorenzo noticed the teacher pressing a button and suddenly vanishing. A teleporting device...thats...new. He reached for the button and tapped it, shortly appearing in a room where two people had begun in a battle with what looked like orcs. With this he knew this had to do with some kind of training. Guess I too should get ready. Casting his red cloak backwards, standing in a neutral stance, keeping up his guard.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 4:21 am
The Orc swings it's club and John catches the club right in his hands and plants his feet firmly into the Orc's stomach. "Nice try, greenie. Next time try a downward swing much more effective." he says landing nicely beside Elithel. The Orc warrior John nailed in the stomach falls down hard hitting it's head on it's own club. "That went better than expected." John says observing the Orc fall. Ouch, next time I'm going to wear gloves. he thinks flexing his hands.
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2006 8:04 pm
Elithiel was to busy to notice John's victory over the Brute. He was waging war with the Caster.
Spells flew through the forest illuminating it different colors according to the spell. Blue....water....black...dark magic sheild...teal...ice...brown...earth.
Elithiel crashed through two trees as he was caught by the Orcs electric attack. He couldn't move for a few moment as his nervous system went haywire. The caster took this opportunity to cast Quake.
The ground around Elithiel began to crack and rattle. Elithiel flipped back to his feet and caught his balance. The ground began to open all around him. Elithiel used his telekinesis to hover just above the opening so that he wouldnt fall. The Orc let a grin slide across it's face. Elithiel's brows furrowed...that wasn't good.
Indeed it wasn't. THe ground sprung up in one fluid movement and closed in aroud Elithiel trapping him in a giant earthen dome.
Elithiel struck it with his staff to no avail. He thought.....fire wouldn't be effective not to mention it'd burn out his oxygen supply...earth on earth would surely get him nowhere...water would soften it for him...if he didn't drown first....wind would be useless now....but he still one ace left.
Elithiel placed his hands on each side of the dome. He concentrated. He held his breath as he struggled with his mind to break the dome. Soon it began to crack in places. Elithiel gritted his teeth in the effort. More cracks....pieces of rock fell off..
A split second later the entire dome exploded into pieces. Elithiel was panting with the effort. The Caster glared at him. Elithiel landed just in front of it. He raised his staff and the Orc followed his lead. Both staffs clashed.
It sent a shockwave of energy through the area. Elithiel thought....
~No regular scribe could be so powerful in sim. battle...unless it was a...~
Elithiel ducked a swing and jabbed the Orc in the stomach with his staff. The Orc stumbled back but didnt waste time on pain. It began to chant and dance. Dark energy gathered around it.
"Great....we got a summoner...." Elithiel said backing away as the Earth re-opened and the dark form of the Aeon IFRIT emerged from the ground.
It saw Elithiel and roared. It took a swing down at him. Elithiel jumped over it and landed on it's arm. He could feel the heat beneath the Aeons skin. He quickly ran up the arm and jumped onto its shoulders.
"Xar'zith!" Elithiel said stabbing his staff into it's back.
A wave of cold spread through the Aeon. It roared and threw Elithiel from it's back. Elithiel slid a while on the ground before hitting a tree beside John. He groaned and stood again.
The ice turned the fiery veins of Ifrit an icy blue. Ifrit froze and dispersed once again into nothing. Elithiel sighed but the Summoner wasn't done yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2006 4:24 pm
"A summoner? Leave him to me." John says rushing the orc Elithel had engaged in combat. "Time to clean you up." John says splattering the Orc's brains across the nearby tree using his fist. An orc noone had noticed stabs John just as he splatters the summoner. "Ouch, sneaky little devil aren't ya?" he spouts trying to retaliate. The orc dodges and slips back into the shadows. "Damn it. Guys, look out. There's an assassian around here." John says healing what he can of his wound.
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 12:27 am
Elithiel grinned.
"He's not the only one," he said leaping catlike and silently into a tree. He placed his staff upon his back and scanned the area, senses on full alert. He heard a crack near John.
~John! Duck!~
Elithiel held out his palm and a red orb appeared there. He fired it off in John's direction. It exploded in the shadows illuminating the area. The Orc darted off into the forest. Elithiel lept from his tree to another, pursuing the Orc from above.
He threw another orb down causing yet another explosion. It slowed the Orc and Elithiel lept out in front of him. He landed. He and the Orc stared at one another for a while. Elithiel noticed something.....was the Orc...panting? ANd.....bleeding? No sim. computer could do that....not even on 100% reality....
The Orc threw out a kick, but Elithiel easily parried it. He did a backflip kicking it in the chin, sending it back a few paces. The Orc threw his sword out blindly at Elithiel, who managed to jump over it and the Orc. He landed behind it.
Elithiel put a hand on the Orc's back...strange...it felt....warm...and there was a...definate pulse....
"AGUA!"
A wave of water washed over the Orc drowining it almost instantly. Elithiel looked around. The Shadows were full of gleaming red eyes. Definately not sims....
~John....I think....something's wrong here.....I think we're dealing with more than just clones...~
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Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 3:06 am
I agree. This is getting way too real. I wonder... John's thought gets interrupted by a bolt of ice coming from another orc caster, which he barely dodges. "Ok, that wasn't very nice." John says creating a sword out of pure energy in his right hand. "Time for me to return the favor!" he shouts running at the 'caster'. It takes out it's own sword and runs at John. WTF! Dual-class? That couldn't happen unless... and again John's thought gets interrupted by the warrior-mage orc, though this time it's because it shouts "Time to die!" intelligibly. W(hat)I(n)T(he)N(ine)H(ells)I(s)G(oing)O(n)H(ere)!
The two of them clash blades and for a second the orc looks stronger, but then John easily pushes it back and cleanly decapitates it. No way. That is not possible! These things are supposed to disappear when you kill them, but look at this guy and that guy over there. They're still here and that ones bleeding. Does this have anything to with the fact that I pushed all of those buttons? he thinks hiding behind some rocks.
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