|
|
|
|
|
MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
58
Total: 58 (1-100)
|
|
|
 Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:39 pm
Calder was about to thank the horsemen who saved his hide, but the man was already off fighting someone else, and soon Calder's short rescue had turned to another attack. They were like weeds, popping up to replace a gap in the line, and no one was without an opponent. There was no one here to ask for help. No friends to call out for, to save you, and he knew that if he failed in this case, there would be no saving after. There would be only pain and death.
The human that came to him, was muscular, dark tan, and adorn in a tarnished metal and leather. Compared to him, Calder was overdressed, but he was set to kill, waving an axe that could easily chop off a limb. If he takes off one of my arms, he takes off a chance for me to hit with a dagger. If he takes off a leg, I can't leave. The axe was slow, and though it swung by him, he evaded, jumping to the side and breathing hard as he felt the wind brush beside him where the axe went down where he once was.
His eyes went to the spot and back to the man. This man WILL kill you.
He rose his daggers. This humans wants you DEAD.
He moved in as the human lifted his axe. If you want to live, this human cannot.
It was a mix of realization and split-second panic, but he lashed out, slicing with his daggers across the man's neck, knowing that this was where a human could hurt, could be ended, could die. It worked, and he stepped back as he watched blood rushing down. This red liquid that was across his daggers, and watched the human drop to the side.
Dead.
"It's dead." He....he killed a human.
Round 3
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Naked Satan rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:41 pm
From somewhere nearby and far away again, the strange tune played. Once again Raziel felt strengthened by it, giving his energy levels a boost.
It was like Redbull, except he didn't get wings.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Naked Satan rolled 1 100-sided dice:
39
Total: 39 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:43 pm
Whether by luck or by skill - though probably entirely luck- Raziel had managed to stay alive longer than many of the other students. He had heard strange things, killed quite a few humans and was actually becoming rather arrogant with his waving of the scimitar he picked up at the beginning of this death journey.
Raziel couldn't help but to look around and see which of the other students were still alive. He glanced pretty quickly only to notice a boil from his past, Calder. He was in the middle of shouting, "OH HEY, CAL-" when a large human on a horse came stampeding at him.
It was by sheer luck that Raziel was able to jump out of the way before being trampled. He wasn't so lucky afterwards though. The rider again raced towards him on the two ton animal, aiming to squish Raziel like an over sized lizard. Before he got to close, Raziel in a moment of stupidity, threw his scimitar at the rider as though it were a spear. In his final stroke of luck, the scimitar lodged itself in the neck of the rider, and he fell to his death.
Having watched the scimitar and the human more closely than where the horse was going, Raziel was too slow to avoid being trampled a second time. This time the horse was too fast and smashed Raziel into the ground underneath. The poor boil never even stood a chance. In the few seconds before his death, Raziel couldn't really think of much of anything, the adrenaline was still pumping rapidly through his veins and his brain was high on dopamine from that awesome scimitar toss.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Syusaki rolled 1 100-sided dice:
81
Total: 81 (1-100)
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 10:55 pm
His failure to remember Dev most likely stemmed from the fact that she hailed from a different school altogether, which was a shame. She was always open to meeting fellow canine students. The humans continued to divert her attention away from her newly-made comrade. A growl rumbled in her throat as she chose to kick a few of them before swooping in with a hit from her shield. While the cu sith was not a warrior and preferred to keep herself to a supportive position, she was beginning to grow accustomed to actual fighting. She gripped her shield. If Dev had to choose a weapon, a shield would be good. She could both defend and attack as she needed. It was flexible. Dev liked flexible.
“Whit?” Her ears perked up as she heard Tybalt’s voice above the cacophony of chaos. “Ah, yea! A while ago, Ah did.” Dev had turned her body toward Tybalt and for a moment had left herself vulnerable to attack once more. She heard another shout and as she turned around she found a man’s head topple by her feet. The ghoul frowned and casually kicked it away with her feet. “Thank ye.”
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
85
Total: 85 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:08 pm
So he hadn't imagined it? Dev heard the singing as well? That was all good, but he'd like to know they managed to pull that off in the middle of battle. Then again, for all he knew, they could be in another location entirely. Somewhere far away from the battle and the danger.
"Good to know!" He called back, snapping and tearing at every human that wandered too close to his waiting jaws, only to come across another human, this one more experienced than some of the others and definitely less fearful. Aware of this, Tybalt lunged for him, hoping to drive him off, but was sadly corrected when the man fought him off with ease.
The singing had done well to help him recover him, but it would all mean nothing when the man's weapon met its mark. Fearful of it happening again, he took another step back, desperately trying to find a weak point in his armor before the human closed the distance between them. When he found none, he looked back over at Dev, worried for her safety as well as his own. Though just as he moved to run him through with his sword, someone---an ally shouted, distracting the human long before they proceeded tp viciously claw the man's face; eventually removing his head entirely. Tybalt made a face, watching it roll across the ground and stop at Dev's feet. Only to get kicked away again by the Cu sith.
"Ugh... remind me never to piss one of them off." He muttered.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
94
Total: 94 (1-100)
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:12 pm
While he was stunned, a call came out behind him, and he watched as another human was racing at him, spear in hand. Calder had no shield, but he was trying to evade, but the danger was taken away. Another head was lopped off by a massive horned man who took a scythe and cleanly cut the spear-wielder's head off. Was this an approved form of human extermination? Calder would have to note that. Go for the head.
Round 4
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:18 pm
The temple was amazing, Joachim thought as his heeled boots made little tinkering noises on the floor each time he walked around taking in all that he could. Even the sweet smell of incense was rather delightful wafting through the air. It was so pleasant he could take a nap, just a nice short one……
When he opened his eyes he was somewhere else, a room with three doors that suddenly appeared. Much like the doors, Joachim didn’t question when the scenery of a battlefield arose as soon as the head priestess has opened the door. What he didn’t expect was to face battle of war at the Death clan where was practicing with various puppets seemed to be the norm at the Isle of War. This was rather, not what he had expected of Death. With the appearance of the Isle he had assumed it would be something more along the lines of creating much like materials from the forges or some sort of meditation like he had for the first day of class at War. Not to immediately receive a ridiculous change in clothing and tossed out into a battlefield.
Who was Athena anyways? Joachim thought shifting through the debris of weapons hoping to find a bow and arrows to test what he had learned at War. Seeing that there were none he found himself a decent sickle and thought it would be rather befitting considering that it reminded him one a formal reaper would carry.
Holding it rather heavily in his hands Joachim followed the rest of the students after Theseus’ command almost cringing as they grew closer to the humans. Despite it was nothing more than a dream during a trial the haunting memory of being electrocuted alive lingered in the back of his mind. Those things were human, just as Willow had said.
A shiver ran up his spine as the frown on his deepened to an almost hate like appearance. This time he wasn’t going to merely scream in a jar, he was ready to fight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
stella cinere rolled 1 100-sided dice:
77
Total: 77 (1-100)
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:19 pm
He ran, straight into the battle screaming words at the top of his lungs. Joachim wasn’t quite sure all of what he said he was pretty sure it was just a jumbled mess of various syllables mixing in with one another that at least gave the impression of being terrifying. He whirled the sickle above his head, swinging it down on any human that came close to him, he didn’t really pay any attention to if he actually hit them or not it was more of having them keep their distance from him.
What he hadn’t thought of was the fact that the sickle was rather heavy, and whirling it around above his head and at others his arms started to tire. That toppled with the various soaked areas of blood of his and the humans he was feeling faint. There was a long gash along the side of his body, another across the cheek of his face. It was endless the humans were endless!
Another human ran past the weapon he was branding struck Joachim’s shoulder as he made the attempt to lob of the human’s head. It stung as he dropped to one knee, this was getting weary, and he just wanted to lie down on the ground and sleep. Just sort of fade away seemed like a great idea.
But then a voice rang out over the noise of the battle; it was beautiful and elegant, almost like his mother singing him a lullaby. It was as if she was telling him to not sleep to continue they all depended on him.
They all depended on him he thought getting back on his feet weapon in hand.
Round 1
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MoonKitsune rolled 1 100-sided dice:
46
Total: 46 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:23 pm
A sharp pain sliced his side as he felt a blade cut his arm, and he turned to see another dagger-wielder, and he looked at the human staring back at him. Angry, but....this one was different. Eyes wide, daggers close, yet he looked ready to jump away.
Then he tasted it. A tingling power. Was this.....Fear?
The human lunged, but he evaded, turning to the side to slash at the human's side, and as the human turned, he cut at his arms, making him drop the daggers as he winced. It was quick. Dagger down. Do something. Open space. Cut.
The human dropped before he even knew he had administered the deadly blow, and as he gasped out the last time, he felt that Fear again. Intense. Rushing into his system. Energizing him. This was....it was intoxicating and yet strange in how fresh it was. How different. How it even came to him. The weariness of battle was taken way as the Fear crackled like ember sparks in his limbs and very core..
Round 5 - Last Round
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:42 pm
The moment he felt the fist tingles of Fear end, turning to face another challenge, the challenge had already come to meet him. A spear dived deep into his chest, and he gasped out as he stopped in mid-turn. His hands gripped the handle of the spear, looking as he started to dissipate around the spear. The human, a richly golden man with black hair, glared at him, pressing down on the spear, before pulling it out and letting Calder drop.
Holding his chest, he gasped out, but the shouts and cries of agony around him were a sea that swallowed his voice. A hand gripped his hair and pulled his head up, before hands pressed around the side of his head. The human said something he didn't understand, and yet he didn't want to know. No doubt he wouldn't get it. He didn't get humans in any language they spoke.
A sharp turn of the head and a SNAP!
Death
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
OnionGrump rolled 1 100-sided dice:
49
Total: 49 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:45 pm
Without any time to breath in between Tybalt was facing off another human. It happened so quickly, that the black dog was already in the middle of fighting before he even registered that he actually was fighting. Which, by then, he had already jumped onto the man, knocking him down to the ground with his his full weight and had his jaws opened and hovering over the man's throat.
Coming to his senses, he blinked, confused at what he was doing, but then caught the movement from the corner of his eye. The human was reaching for the weapon he must have dropped... If he reached it then he would---
The black dog sighed, clamping his jaws over the man's throat and preventing him from breathing. Even if he let him live now, he'd only return to the battle and harm, or kill someone else. The rules of this game was simple. Kill, or be killed.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:56 pm
On their first lesson on the Death Isle, they were brought to the Temple of Guidance, the biggest temple on the isle. The smell from the pyre was so comfortable and calm, it functioned similar to a lullaby. Soon, their instructor, Medea appeared from the whiteness. She was the head priestess of the Death. She told the students that they were going to experience a ritual to discover themselves.
She gestured the student towards the three ornated doors behind them. Arynek, together with her classmates, followed Medea into one of the doors.
What.....?
What's going on?
The shadow ghoul was as confused as others, they were involved into a war....but where's Medea?
She could see three figures there, one was a centaur!
One of them asked them to choose a weapon from the load of half-broken weapons........
What's going on? Why must she fight? For what purpose?
She was full of questions, what was this place, it didn't look like any part of the Death Isle at all. She also heard from the conversation about "Athena". Who's that? Why needed her blessing?
Anyway, there must be a reason why Medea brought them here. Believing she would do a good job as an assassin, she picked a dagger with simple design which was made out of metal.
They then followed the figures to a cliff edge, there were hundreds of humans below the cliff. Not waiting for Arynek to recover from her shock, the war began!
There were chaos, shouting and everybody was fighting for a unknown reason. Compared to the humans, the students were just a tiny n** of them.....
==========
Weapon: Dagger
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Meegane rolled 1 100-sided dice:
26
Total: 26 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 11:59 pm
Quote: 21-40: You manage to take out several humans, but anger an extremely fierce opponent. They rush at you, mounted on a steed. You manage finally to take them out, but not before their steed tramples you to the ground - YOU ARE DEAD (move to step 3) Arynek was noticed by some humans as she was totally shocked, didn't know what to do next. The humans were very angry and hostile, they used their spear to target the shadow ghoul, however, their attacks were void as she could blend with any shadows around her to dodge the raid. As Arynek felt her life threatened, she made a counterattack, she managed to take out them. Seeing their allies were down, some humans who mounted on a steed each ran to the shadow ghoul, she was surrounding without help. Even in these hard situation, she managed to kill some of them, but the steed rose up and trampled her to the ground. She knew she was going to die.......but she hope her Uchitels wouldn't be sad and her new friends were safe...... ----------------------------------------- YOU ARE DEAD
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:02 am
And there it was, a Jack Damn temple. Normally Lucien would have been thrilled and delighted but not this time. Instead of joy and curiosity, there was a nauseous curling deep in the boil's stomach as the feeling of his time under the Temple of Nine Dragons hit him once again. He was anxious, far too anxious for a simple visit to a temple. It was just class right? It was okay, right? Lucien tried to convince himself but it didn't seem like he was buying it as he staggered into the temple with his arms wrapped around his stomach in a sickly fashion.
First appearances aside, it wasn't quite like the other temple. There weren't any other horsemen around to stop him from reading the scrolls on the walls and quickly Lucien found himself surrounded by students, classmates, as his attention fell around the temple. His eyes went from the large pyre, the deep blue flame matching the colour of Lucien's eyes quite vividly. Did a fire of passion burn within him like a flame? He hoped so!
Perhaps he too could be quite as distracting as that flame someday.
Perhaps someday he might also not be distracted so easily to the point that robed horsemen could startle him so easily. The purple was quiet fetching, or at least Lucien thought as much. It would have been nice to have a set of those himself, although they might clash with his eyes. Maybe it would make them pop more? Maybe he'd be able to match Israfel better that way? It certainly seemed worth the thought, but perhaps that thought was better left on hold.
Lucien could hear the voice lingering in his mind, the one that was in the distance. It was a voice that called to him, desired his full attention. It was very strict, rather educational. It was the priestess, her voice lingering in Lucien's mind as she discussed the essence of the class. Perhaps one day Lucien would learn that nothing good ever came from school or class, and that this would surely end horribly and probably quite painfully. Maybe one day he'd learn that he should just go back to the skies where things were simple. Perhaps one day he'd listen to important information when it could possibly stop horrible and painful things from happening to him.
Either way, Lucien didn't quite have questions or answers.
He was good at following though and that's exactly what he did until he was standing with the group in front of three doors. He stared at them, his eyes drawn specifically to the middle one. It was rounded, and it hit his fancy quite strongly. It was fetching, and it was needless to say that Lucien was quite disappointed that it wasn't that door they were going through. What was so nice about this door on the left? It looked an awful lot like a pineapple with a bright blue eye or something. There was a bit of regret in his eyes as he followed her, walking into the door and the white light.
Everything changed from there.
Lucien was now standing with his fellow students in a shallow valley and although he looked behind him suspiciously, it didn't look like they'd come out of a door at all. Aside from their expressions, they probably looked quite fitting for the surrounding, little robes included. However, they were very likely quite far from where they belonged. Normally perhaps, on the other hand Lucien felt like he belonged anywhere there was a sky for him.
Weapons may have been scattered all around the the ground from daggers to spears but that wasn't where Lucien's eyes went to. No, it was a very usual expectation: Lucien's eyes went up until they were staring at the sky. It wasn't until he finished admiring it and he could hear a voice from behind him that he finally noticed that not only were they not alone but they were dressed strangely and surrounded by weapons!
What was going on here? Lucien looked around for answers without a question in mind and although he never heard an explanation Lucien soon found himself recruited into something foreign to him. He didn't look pleased, his face twisting into something not usual. He didn't understand why he had to become a pawn for something he in the dark about. He looked around, watching classmates pick up weapons around him as he shuffled from foot to foot, trying to not to step on anything overly sharp. It was mostly successful, so long as you don't consider the side of a shield to be sharp. Case or not, Lucien stepped on one, slipping and landing on the ground beside it.
"Ack!" He yelped rather unpleasantly as his hand rubbed the base of his hand and his wrist where all his weight had landed as his eyes fell on the cause of his new misery. What a devious shield, tripping him the way it had. Surely it did not hold malice toward him, a boil it had only just met? Surely as a shield it was not violent at all. Shields lived to protect things, and that thought alone held sturdy as a thought in Lucien's mind.
"This'll do," he murmured, picking up the shield and bringing himself to his feet. He wouldn't fight for a cause he had no business fighting in, but he'd protect himself and everyone else he could. Whatever the question was, this was certainly the answer he'd found. Right on time too, because it was much longer than shortly after that thought did chaos quickly fall upon him and his fellow students. The boil didn't even have a chance to process a thought before chaos broke out.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Appeal rolled 1 100-sided dice:
80
Total: 80 (1-100)
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:03 am
Quote: 61 - 80: You feel yourself tired, overwhelmed by the barrage of attacks, ready to dissipate at any second when you hear a voice, a soft singing. You feel recovered now, replenished, able to go on again as you immerse yourself into the battle. Lucien didn't understand what was happening, it all happened so fast. The shield in his arms had quickly become an use to the air spirit as weapons were flung around and beyond his line of sight. He didn't understand why but it looked like Halloween had teamed up with the Four Clans and... were fighting... humans? The humans weren't an easy opponent from what Lucien could see and hear.
Clang, clang, clang.
He could hear and feel when a weapon would hit his shield, the power of it often knocking the boil back. He had never done this before and he soon realized just how heavy the shield really was. It was so tiring, and soon the boil felt like he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, that he would just drop the shield and become a target. The weight on his arm was just so much and Lucien wasn't exactly a physical buff boil. He had never lifted weights, he hardly lifted anything heavier than a cloud. Maybe this would be how it ended, maybe it would all end without hearing Israfel's beautiful song again...
A song! It burst thought Israfel's thoughts like an airplane through a cloud. He looked around frantically, trying to see if he could find Israfel. Where was the voice coming from? He began to move around as if he had all the energy in the world and soon he was using the shield to plow his way around so he could protect any classmates along the way. The battle was intense though and quickly Lucien found himself distracted from the singing that had revitalized him and immersed back in the battle.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
