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random mistakes rolled 6 4-sided dice:
4, 1, 3, 2, 1, 3
Total: 14 (6-24)
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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:03 am
~+~uh... Forgot three dice... >.<~+~
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random mistakes rolled 3 4-sided dice:
1, 2, 1
Total: 4 (3-12)
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:10 am
((Hmmm... Wasn't too hard was it. I'll try to create a more balanced team next time))
Miztka: 25/40
5 [Attack] GD
5 [Attack] GD
5 [Attack] GD
~+~
GD: 4/25
21 [Attack] Miztka
GD: 4/25
21 [Attack] Miztka
GD: 2/25
23 [Attack] Miztka
~+~
{Ripper}
Your claws shred through the dragons before they have a chance to react. In you vision. All you can see is red. Blood sprays everywhere as the rusty sands kicks up into a furious dustcloud.
When everything settles, the dragons remain. Barely however. With a murderous intent glowing violently in their eyes, they prepare a counter attack.
Not even the lowest, dishonorable dragon has a lack of respect for a better foe. Although bred in captivity just for fighting, they have enough self-respect to atleast try to take their opponent with them. Bleeding, evicerated, dieing, they still fight on.
Green bile pours out of their mouth, mixing with the red blood.
All dragons will attack, and use an action if applicable.
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Kowsauni rolled 18 4-sided dice:
3, 2, 1, 2, 3, 1, 4, 4, 1, 1, 3, 3, 3, 2, 3, 1, 1, 3
Total: 41 (18-72)
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:07 pm
((lol well, this combination would be a lot nastier to someone else who was not Mitzka. I designed her to be sort of the ultimate tournament survivor. all my past characters were designed to be team players and work in a group (aka someone else take the hit while I do insane dpr) However it seems that I rarely get to play in those sort of settings anymore, so I made a character much more oriented on her own personal survival))
Shadow Miztka jumped back a step, covered in the the blood of her opponents. It began to blacken and sizzle as it was consumed by the necrotic energy that radiated form her body. She was surprised to see the dragons, though barely, were still alive. She too had suffered a cut across her cheek from one of their claws and it now bled a neon blue substance that tricked down the side of her face. "You are some resilient little buggers, I'll give you that. However its time to finish this. Come at me!" Mitzka waits for the dragons to attack, taking there blows. However as they strike she skewers them on her claws. She then rips her claws from there bodies, rending them in two.
Dice: offensive
Mitzka attacks Dragon 1 (20 damage)
Mitzka attacks Dragon 2 (24 damage)
Mitzka attacks Dragon 3 (21 damage)
HP 25/40
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random mistakes rolled 9 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 3, 1, 2, 4, 2, 1, 1
Total: 20 (9-36)
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:38 pm
Ummm... Mabye I'm being stupid... [[Cause I just was 40 off from the actual answer in a math question of 6x8+8x3]] But my calculations say that it would end in a tie. The green dragon stats should be added to the main list soon. But here they are:Small Green Dragon [24] Attack: 5 Defense: 2 Combat: 3d4 [5] Magic: 0 Life: 25 [5] Equip: 0 Abilities: Fast Actor [4], Special Resistance [3] Actions: Pestilence Dragon Breath Pestilence Dragon Breath [4AP]: Deal special damage equal to your attack score to all targets on the battlefield who have attacked you or were attacked by you within the last round. --Sustain: Spend 2AP to deal an additional hit for half damage to each of the previous targets. Multiple sustains will continue to halve the damage of the round before. If you do not sustain this action, or the sustain is disrupted it must be reused at full cost. No more than 1 target and one sustain for every 3CP in attack. Cause the Dragon breath hits, you would be taken down. However, you will do enough damage to take them out so it'd be a tie.
Because I am a rather big pushover/niceguy... I'll let you edit your actions to try and survive the round. However, if your actions lead to defeat or a tie, then thats that. PM me when you are satisfied and though this through
~Asisstant-minor-demi-god of unnecessary fights +Edited by the minor-demi-god of unecessary fights
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:56 pm
((Remember I'm transformed, I do not die, my transformation is just destroyed for the rest of this combat, and I revert back to my normal form. ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 11:03 am
((Nice... Wonder what I can do with that. Oh, and I couldn't resist the RP))
((Methinks my keyboard is braeking down))
{Triple Kill}
{Overkill}
{Speed Demon}
{Triple Finish}
The dragons rear up in defense and begin to breath a thick, green mist pours out of their mouths. Magical wards prevent this wet and slimy poision to get to the crowds.
You rip into the den of dragons. Blood mist fills the arena as you rip them apart one by one. However, the poision fog it seems has some magical value and appeared to be eating away at your own etheral body.
Within the green smog, you hear the crowd roar everytime you rip a dragon apart...
The once luminously reflective sands now stained and dull in sheen. The green mist now settled into a thick nauseating slop. The red mist now covers the ground in speckles of thick dragon blood. A neon blue substance streaks across the ground in some erratic highlight. And a crowd cheers in satisfied bloodlust.
And an announcer in a booming basseto declares your victory to the world...
The scene feels like some sick and twisted tapestry. But to the dogs of war... It was certainly a colorful one.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:07 pm
Shadow Mitzka staggered back. Her clothes were badly torn in several places, and copious amounts of neon blue blood poured from her many cuts and scratches. She fell down to her knees and growled. She dragged her claws across the ground in a desperate attempt to stand back up, but did not have the strength. She knew she was done. Letting out one last bone chilling shriek, she disappeared in a cloud of blue mist. Once the mist settled, there stood Mitzka, kneeling on the ground in her normal form. She stood up and brushed some red dust from her dress; she looked completely untouched. “Forgive me, dragons.” But if I do not feed her bloodlust, I fear I might once again lose my sanity. Mitzka turns to her audience and bows. For some reason, she always felt a little subdued after her matches, though she did not show it to the crowd. Once Pinta had re-entered the arena, she rode her victory laps around the stadium. Mitzka stood precariously on the horse's back while waving to the crowd. While it was an impressive feat, she felt it must pale a little bit in comparison to the mess she had made on the arena floor.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 8:23 pm
[Whoops wrong color. I'll just fix that...]
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
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:01 pm
"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."
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 4:48 pm
Character name: Poa Aráethos [32]
Attack: 0
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 0 [0]
Magic: 13
Life: 25 [5]
Equip: 6
Abilities: Fast Caster x2, Skilled Caster, Speedy Magic
Items: Apprentice's Staff, Apprentice's Amulet x2, Elixer of Magic, Imp Toast, Potion of Health, Spirit Bracer(c 10/10),
Spells: Counter-spell, Energy Burst, Fireball, Greater Mana Shield, Heal, Incinerate, Lesser Mana Shield, Life Drain, Over Blast, Singe, Stun Bolt
Actions: Defensive Hold, Draw, Pounce, Power Up, Stunning Blow
Special Locations: Order of Magic Preservation, SOM school for girls
Money: 10 chips
A person cloaked in black enters the arena. A large wide brimmed witch’s hat the color of night obscured his face. For a moment it looked like a certain famous wizard might have come out of retirement. However as the weathered black cloak was thrown back to reveal all, an unexpected person was found underneath, for he was a she. Rather then a classy black suit there was a little black dress. Stockings as oppose to slacks, marry janes, as to dress shoes. As she lifted her head a mass of green grass like hair was made visale, instead of Kail’s silky grey mane. Her skin was rather strange, having the appearance of polished wood. She smiles and waves excitedly to the crowd. After a moment she tilts he head back and responds to the announcer in a A cute high pitched voice “Oh, my name is Poa, Poa Aráethos, the Dryad Magician. I’m here test my skills as a mage.”
She walks out on to the field of battle with the swirling dusts clouds tugging playfully at her cape. She sizes up her opponent, which towers over her 5’ 5” self. “My you’re a tall one. She bows to her opponent, “May we put on an interesting display, for the crowed, eh?” With that Poa steps back and begins to put a shield of mana on herself
Poa casts Greater Mana Shield (-3mp, +39HP)
AP: 1
MP: 0
HP: 25/25
THP: 39/39
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random mistakes rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 6:32 pm
{{Varnis' enemy would be quick work fer a character like you so I scaled it and upped the ante. ^.~ Fair warning; The Pitboss dun like easy too foights if it could be avoided.}}
"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...
Tin Can Man [33]
A- 6
D- 6
C- 0
M- 4
L- 10 [2]
E- 0
Abillities- Disperse [3], Fast Actor [4], Fightermage [4], Fast Caster [4]
Actions- Pounce, Stunning Blow, Defend, Retaliate, Taunt
Spells- Heal, Stunbolt, Singe
~+~
Tin Can Man: 10/10
~+~
Poa: 25/25
[THP: +29+]
[Stun Resisted] x2
4 [+Stunbolt+] TCM
6 [+Attack+] TCM
~+~
His fingers crack as he bends them in the most peculiar way before slamming it down above you. Fortunatly, you managed to get the mana shield up in time. The magical barrier takes the hit without too much damage.
The tin can man gives an echoing growl. The crowd's cheering also seems to echo around this large armored man...
He backs up and then charges forward with both arms extended. Like angered bull; Red dust kicking up at his feet.
TCM will attack and use an action and spell.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 7:41 pm
((lol, As long as the reward scales as well I guess. Shouldn't stun bolt only have hit me for 4? The tin knights magic score is only that of 4. I'm also curious to what the ability disperse does. Is that his version of split self?))
Poa stared down the blow of the Knight head on as it came to a crashing halt on her mana barrier. Though naive as she might be with the world, she was confident in her magic. She was after all a daughter of Kail. "That was a mighty blow. I was lucky to stop it. However, I canot...what the?" Poa sees as the tin man backs up and begins to charge her like like and enraged beast. As he starts his charge towards her she thrusts her hands froward. Out of the tips of her wooden fingers spring forth two giant bolts of paralyzing energy aimed directly at the tin knight.
Poa uses speedy magic (-1mp)
Poa cast stunbolt at tin man (-1mp, 13 magic damage, aimed at spell)
Poa cast stunbolt at tin man (-1mp, 13 magic damage, aimed at action)
AP: 1
MP: 0
HP: 25/25
THP: 29
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 8:12 pm
((Its kind of like split self... Upon death, it basically creates more enemies with a similar build to the parent monster. It allows me to give people a first cannon-fodder monster and then using information gained from that, scale the encounter so there will be no super easy wins. The monsters I've given it to will not have a lot of HP to begin with just to be fair. And hopefully I've scaled this one right on.))
The bolts of energy smash into the poor tin man. Although it did not stop him in his tracks, it made him continue his journey in several different pieces. The chunks of armor rain down around you and it turns out that they were just that. Empty pieces of armor. Suddenly, the shrapnel starts to collect together and form four seperate entities. The circle around you.
Left Had [11] *Lieutenant
A- 4
D- 0
C- 0
M- 0
L- 15 [3]
Abillities- Fast Actor
Actions- Smash, Pounce, Stunning Blow, Retaliate
Right Hand [9]
A- 0
D- 6
C- 0
M- 0
L- 15 [3]
Abillities- N/a
Actions- Punch, Taunt, Defend
Torso [8]
A-0
D-0
C-0
M-0
L- 10 [2]
Abillities- Magic Shield 3 [6]
Actions- N/a
Eyes [8]
A-0
D-0
C-0
M- 1
L- 10 [2]
Abillities- Magic Shield [2], Resistance to Magic 3 [3]
Actions- Power up
Spells- Heal, chill*
Head [15] *Lieutenant*
A- 0
D- 0
C- 0
M- 4
L- 15 [3]
Abillties- Fast Caster, Fightermage
Actions- Punch, stunning blow, pounce
Spells- Stunbolt
~+~
"Isn't that better little girlie? A fight is a fight, and a fight is what you get! Go get 'em."
The pieces of armor orbit around you like some fairy-tale where innanimate objects float and sing. However, these pieces seem to want you broken, rather than want to sing about waiting on you.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:13 pm
Poa puts her hands up to her face in horror as the tin man falls apart into pieces. "I broke him!" But she soon realizes it was just a ploy, as the pieces reanimate and swirl about her. "Hmph, getting me worried like that. I see how it is." As the pieces fly around her banging off her magic barrier, she senses a magic dampening aura, two to be exact but one more stronger then the other. Recognizing this sort of magic as one that only effect its friends around it and not the target itself, she designates it for elimination. Charging up a sphere of energy in each hand she makes ready to blast her designated targets.
Poa cast Energy Burst at torso (-1mp, 26 magic damage)
Poa uses speedy magic (-1mp)
If first spell is stunned, Poa cast Energy Burst at torso again (-1mp, 26 magic damage) otherwise she casts energy burst at Head.
AP: 3
MP: 0
HP: 25/25
THP: 29
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random mistakes rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 10:18 pm
((STUN DICE-ETH... Hrmmm... Shoulda gave torso lieutenant status also... Hrrrm. I do believe I must remember to give more magic defense. This is still too easy. The pitboss must remember to give special monsters to the casters))
((Jeez. 3 & 5... I've been seeing them a lot today. Oh! Does that mean something'll happen at march the five in 2010? Mabye it's the age [35] when I die! Okay, back to RPS)) Leftie: 15/15 Rightie: 15/15 Torso: *BOOM*/10
[Magic Shield: 5 pts]
21 [Energy-Burst] Poa
Eyes: 10/10
Head: 9/15
[Magic Shield: 20 pts]
6 [Energy-Burst] Poa
~+~
Poa: 25/25
[THP: +12+]
4 [+Attack+] LH
3 [+Punch+] RH
3 [+Chill+] 'I's
3 [+Punch+] Head
4 [+Stunbolt+] Head
~+~
The Pieces of armor smash back and forth around your barrier. Although your barrier is strained, it has yet to break.
Your blasts of energy knock the torso out of the sky. Shattered slivers of metal rain down creating sparkes in the air.
The head/helment takes one blast straight to the forehead part. But the falling dampening aura manages to bring damage to a fraction of its strength. Still, it knocks the head off into an irregular orbit around you.
The crowd cheers and the pieces start to orbit with increased strength. Red sand whips up around your shielding.
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