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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 7:27 am
((hmm , that means you should have attacked the reverent last round instead of the vampire you also need to roll to see if your steel bracer stuns the reverent. If you don't try to cast a stunning blow on vampire hes just going kill you this round with disintigration.))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken rolled 4 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2, 2
Total: 7 (4-16)
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 5:38 am
((Dice for stuns on Revenant and the Mage.))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:06 pm
Mitzka seemed relatively unharmed by the attack. But then again as a black smoking ethereal such an attack probably wouldn't leave much of a mark. She did however seem a little more blurred around the edges like her image had gotten a little hazy. However her attitude didn't seem to change at all. She still shrieked and giggled as she set about stomping on the little blood spawns, causing them to burst under toe with the might of her blows.
Shadow Wraith Form [36]: Attack: 8; Defense: 0; Combat: 10 [6d4]; Life: 40 [8]; Magic: 0; Equip: 0; Abilities: Fury x2
Dice: defensive
Mitzka attacks blood spawn 3 (8 damage)
Mitzka attacks blood spawn 4 (8 damage)
Mitzka attacks blood spawn 5 (8 damage)
Hp 40/40
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Kowsauni rolled 6 4-sided dice:
2, 3, 3, 1, 2, 4
Total: 15 (6-24)
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2009 7:09 pm
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random mistakes rolled 3 4-sided dice:
3, 4, 4
Total: 11 (3-12)
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:49 pm
((Diceroll Fer Status Undead. First equals revenants [1-2=fail], then vampire [1=fail]. Third die=Revenant stun))
Revenant: -7/30
[1 Action/Spell Stun]
5 [Attack] Vincent
[Pounced] [Attack] Vincent
Dead-Flame: -68/50
Blood Token[x3]
XX Vincent
XX Vincent
XX Miztka
XX Miztka
XX Miztka
Haunted Hound: XX/35
~+~
Spectress: 13/40
Heirophant: 4/50
[Attack Stun-1]
Demetry: -2/25
~+~
The spinning manouver catches the deatknight offguard. Vincent's emerald fist slams into him and knocks him down off his feet. But the unusually agile monster flips himself back upright. You could swear you heard a bone or two crack...
The vampire looks in dispair. "Hey my-" The vampire coughs up some half-digested blood and some purple-ish bile. You know thats not natural. Winded, he stumbles back but manages to brace himself. "YOUR DEAD!" He bares his fangs and promptly coughs up what appears to be a diamond ring. "Hey! thats where it went!"
Miztka slashes through the blood tokens with sastisfying 'slpooshes'. Each and every blood token pops in a shower of coagulated goo. In vain, they tried to protect themsleves but could move no faster than she could strike.
In the end, they cursed their master for not helping them live longer. However the soil of the arena didn't care. It drank up the dark blood faster than any vampiric creature.
"That sword... Looks familiar... Feels familiar... Damn" Utter contempt for that blade is now engraved in the deathknight. He stared at his chest, the nightshade on his breast now simply a large hole. Inside, are blackened bones, and the foul smell of tainted alchohol.
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Kowsauni rolled 18 4-sided dice:
4, 4, 3, 1, 2, 4, 3, 4, 4, 2, 1, 2, 3, 1, 3, 2, 2, 1
Total: 46 (18-72)
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 3:47 pm
The coagulated goo from the blood beasts that landed on Mitzka began to burn and sizzle. Having finished with them her crazed eyes turn back to that of the death knight and the vampire. With her bone chilling cry she once again charges them with unnatural speed. Though in this form it was questionable how much of her was really there, she seemed to recognize something about the symbol on the vampire's neck. With a swift strike of one of her massive claws she lopped the head of the vampire clean off, cutting precisely through the symbol on his neck. She then turns and faces the death knight and attempts eviscerate him through his black armor.
Shadow Wraith Form [36]: Attack: 8; Defense: 0; Combat: 10 [6d4]; Life: 40 [8]; Magic: 0; Equip: 0; Abilities: Fury x2
Dice: offensive
Mitzka attacks vampire (20 damage)
Mitzka attacks death knight (24 damage)
Mitzka attacks death knight (26 damage)
Hp 13/40
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken rolled 4 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 1, 1
Total: 6 (4-16)
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 4:18 am
Vincent
Use: Sword of Mist
Attack: Revenant (15 damage) (Steel Bracer Stun)
Attack: Revenant (15 damage) (Steel Bracer Stun)
Attack: Revenant (15 damage) (Steel Bracer Stun)
Action: Stunning Blow (Dead-Flame if he uses a spell)/if not then Attack: Revenant (15 damage) (Steel Bracer Stun)
Spirit Bracer: Heal 5 hp
Vincent will use his Water Child Endurance when/if he dies
Hp: 4/50
Ap: 0
Mp: 1
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 4:19 am
((Forgot the Sword of Mist roll...please don't break...wooh...thank god.))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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random mistakes rolled 2 4-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-8)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 9:32 am
((Status Undead die. 1=Vamp defanged))
((Status Undead die. odd= Knight-Death))
Revenant: -7/30 *Staus Undead; Fail*
[Does damage even matter anymore!?!?!]
Dead-Flame: -68/50 *Status Undead; Active*
20 [Attack] Miztka
Blood Token[x5]
[-Dead-]
Haunted Hound: XX/35
~+~
Spectress: 13/40
Heirophant: -5/50
9 [Disintigration] Dead-flame
[Release Effect]
Demetry: -2/25
~+~
[[You guys win. Although Vincent and Deathknight is taken down. Miztka and the vampire are still alive. However, I really don't want to go into a dice-battle with status undead so... ^.^;;]]
{Ghigliottina e Fantasma}
{Brutta Frattura}
The vampire picks up his magestaff and slips another vial of liquid inside of it. With a grunt, he pointed it at Vincent.
In an instant, and explosion of firey chemical erupts from the end of the staff. Much the same way the arterial spray of black blood explodes from the vampires severed neck. The crowd loves it as the vampire's body falls and starts to shake on the ground, while the head starts to mouth curses.
The Deathknight, in defiance to his previous actions, pushes the vampire's corpse away from him just before the thing lets out another explosion. Although saved from being blasted away like Vincent, he does not realize his weakness until it is too late. Miztka goes through the broken armor entirely, and frees the deathknight's lower half from the ruling upper half of his bony body. A thick smell of alchohol wafts through the air rather unexpectedly as the Revenant falls into two pieces.
Vincent, surely burnt to a crisp, manages to regain a feeling in his body. Unfortunatly that feeling is a burning sensation but atleast your still alive.
"Finish him! Finish him!" The crowd calls with bloodlust.
"Here's your chance... For the big finish. Not that I mind... Just gonna get... reformed anyways. Sorry Vamp" The Revenant says with sarcastic relish.
The vampire's head mouths a swear word at the deathknight. That is one hell of a pentacle.
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 5:27 am
((Well...here's a finisher for you biggrin ))
"You really...just don't get it...do you?" Vincent says as he stands shakily...burnt flesh cracking painfully as he does. His wings are just as badly burnt and it's rather evident that some of the feathers have fused together from the heat of the last attack. Ignoring the wounds he comes to a full stand with the help of his sword. Without wasting time he brings both hands out, then quickly forms several hand signs in the span of a few moments. Vincent's headband finally gives into the flaming assault from earlier, blowing into the wind to reveal the symbol glowing on Vincent's head. "You're not fighting...some humans with a couple puny tricks up their sleeves...You're fighting...the heaven's...themSELVES!!!" The symbol on his forehead erupts, scattering debris in all directions as Vincent's flesh glows white. His wounds heal in seconds and the ground begins to shake from the exertion of energy. "I might as well introduce myself to you now...after all, it's not proper etiquette to kill someone as powerful as you two without at least telling you my name. I am known as Vincent, but more accurately, I am Archguardian Valentine! The spiritual protector of this world! Only those of the First Order outrank me! I am not here to toy around with you! I am here to get stronger, so that I may protect this world and all that inhabit it! Nothing more! You fought so hard to keep your lives that you became undead...now why don't you live? Do something worthwhile with that power of yours! When you reform, I want you to remember these words you two. For if I find you using your powers for anything other than a true, just cause again...I will not spare you your lives again!" Vincent's hands become a blur of motion as he forms multiple hand seals again. Suddenly, he stops as he punches his knuckles together. "Divine Art number 4: Tower of Heaven!" The symbol on his head flashes in response, and causes a similar symbol to form below the two undead. It flashes brightly, then explodes upward in a tower of light that stretches to the heavens; the obvious reason for its name. When it disappears, the bodies of the two warriors are gone and the glow from Vincent, as well as his wings, are gone as well...Vincent turns to Mitzka with a wry smile on his face and speaks so softly she almost can't hear him, "I think I overdid it...I've lost so much power...I guess I'll leave my care to you then...Take me to the Enclave...I'll tell you more about myself then..." Vincent goes to his knees as he finishes his statement, then pitches forward, landing roughly on the dark soil. You watch as the wounds he sustained from the mage's blast reform, leading to the fact that his recovery was only temporary enough to finish the warriors off.
((Sorry Kowsauni...Kinda stole a lot of thunder there...I'm really bad at holding back when it comes to RP. If you want, I'll just finish the deathknight and you can RP the death of the mage. sweatdrop ))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 9:50 pm
((lol, no its fine I purposely waited for you to post cause I knew you would like to do a big finisher. ))
Mitzka’s blocks her eyes from the light radiating from Vincent. The black smoke radiating from her body was being blown away in great wafts. As he launched his divine attack it was more then Mitzka’s injured shadow form could handle and it retreated back into her body. By the time the attack finished Mitzka was back to her normal self. Silently she walked over to Vincent’s fallen form, her face expressionless. Though he was much greater in size then Mitzka seemed to have no problem lifting him onto her shoulders. She began to walk out of the arena with her burden amidst the cheers of the arena spectators. She seemed mourn the end of each battle, why his was, was not clear. Once again her skeletal horse Pinta came out to greet them and she hoisted Vincent onto its back and then mounted him herself. However, there would be no victory lap today. She had to take care of her fallen comrade.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:18 pm
Base: 6
+5
+14
~+~
Total Crowd Favour earned each:
25 total
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Base: 6
+2
+7
+3 [Finisher Bonus]
~+~
Total CC earned each each:
18 total
((Your records will be updated as soon as possible))
((See! Isn't it better to fight together than on your own?))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 8:21 am
Vincent tears off his blindfold and pulls his sword from its sheathe. As his eyes focus he immediately scans the area all around him for whatever creatures are causing those sounds and most importantly that rancid smell...
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 11:33 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 29, 2009 12:01 pm
((Alright now that I know where my posts are going.))
Mitzka laughed at the thought (eternally) that blindfolding her would stop her from seeing. However she played along for affect and shut her mind off to her surroundings. She skipped riding in on Pinta for this occasion and walked in on foot. Upon entering the arena she let the blindfold fall off of her. It was through her own effort that it didn't fall right through her in the first place. To remain completely solid took constant concentration, but she was use to it by now. She gazed upon there new opponents in the same way as always with her noble pride.
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