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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:46 pm
Van was no alchemist but he was fairly certain that the contents of this bag, were somehow responsible for the sudden influx of undead creatures to the pond. In a fluid motion, Van tosses the be bag straight into the air then swipes at it with his light sword.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 4:30 pm
"YOU POMPOUS DOTARD!" He screamed at the top of his lungs after he realized what Van just did. Instantly, the bones and flesh were vaporized, . In mid swipe however, the lightsword strikes the vial and it shorts out without dealing any damage to the vial, although burning throught the frozen clothe with ease. The onyx gems fell the the ground with a clatter along with the bottle of liquid; now freezing the ground around it. However, the glowing dust seemed to float in the air for several seconds before suddenly exploding with magical electricity. Everything living thing within twenty feet was eletrocuted. And although it wasn't enough to kill Bellamin, Vincent, or the octopi; who all recieved a large ammount do to being in the water, all the grass and plants in the blast radius were fried. "Do you know how long and expensive it'll be to re-aquire the copious amounts of fairy dust, pure silver pins, used ground necromancy onyx gems, rose-shells, AND enough liquified amber to act as a catalyst to transmute them together?" He drew his sword. "How the HELL am I gonna create enough dust to create a new eye for Vikkayl?! The black-market? The Level 9-Ex Restricted Alchemic Ingredients Imporium! Become a sanction alchemist and petition for it all my LIFE!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 5:23 pm
Putting his own sword away he looks at you and calmly and says, I thought that you were in danger. I had reckoned the bag to be a catalyst for the pain you were going through. But, I admit that I am not knowledgeable in such matters, as it appears that I may have been mistaken. Unfortunately, I do not know where you can acquire the ingredients you need. But, as I have said, items are illegal for a reason.
Van tears off a piece of his robe, the vile and onyx gems float back up into the cloth as he folds it around them. Van then stoops down, handing the bundle over to the enraged Bellamin. Again, I am new to these parts, and am naive to the customs of Miyr, if my actions truly were inappropriate I apologize, and if you still wish to exact judgment on me you may, I will not try to stop you. With that Van stands with his hands behind his back waiting for your reaction.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 10:57 pm
He sheathed his sword. "Damn you honorable consious... I guess I forgive you." With a sigh, he picked up the bundle and placed it in a coat pocket. "I hope Vikkayl can wait a while... And to think, that new eye could detect life through walls, magical artifacts, and create rainbows... Hope he's won't be to upse-" Bellamin froze mid sentence, after a few seconds of contimplation, he reached into his pocket. "The Wards..." After scrounching up several wet and dry pieces of paper, he places three down upon a flat stone. These emanated with a magical complexity Bellamin could never achieve; even if their runes were wearing off...
Suddenly, and without warning, a huge shape blotted out the sky. Promptly after, a large crossbow bolt ripped through of Bellamin's hat and making it burst into yellow sparks. But before he could yell something about how many times he told 'S-K' not to do it, two loud voices boom. One deep male voice from the glinting dragon above, while another; female with a strange accent, came from the forests not to far off.
"Bellamin!"
"Bellamin!"
"Vikkayl! Freiya! What the-"
But before he could finish, a large mechanical panther rushes out of the foliage at breakneck speeds and takes him down.
((BTW... If you want, this'll be an intro to a FNG boss-fight. Sort of our ((My)) little initiation celebration. Kind of like what we did to Darksun. Remember Vincent? The large PvP battles?))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 8:07 pm
((Oh...I remember. Mwaha...hahaha....MWAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!))
"How many of your automatons do you have that I need to know about?" Vincent draws his sword and charges for Bellamin attempting to rip the panther from Bellamin...with his sword if need be, of course. "Come on, boy! Keep the dragon at bay."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:37 pm
Van looks up in the sky in disbelief, he was beginning to loose track of all of Bellamin's "creations." He readied himself for battle with the hovering dragon.
(In case you all need my stats.) :updated
Attack: 5 (7)
Defense: 3
Combat Dice: 1 D12 (4)
Magic: 0
Life: 25 (5)
Equip: 3
Abilities: SA (telekinetic Strike) (1), Fury, Regeneration (1)
Items: Energy Sword (E1), Short Sword (E2), Spirit Bracer
Spells: N/A
Actions: Guard, Retaliate, Power Up, Stunning Blow
(BTW is Vincent doing the Mandark laugh from Dexter's Laboratory?) lol
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:15 pm
"Ummm... One-" A crossbow bolt flew from the trees and embeded itself in the ground right between Bellamin's legs. "Make that two."
Seeing the large-sword wielding paladin charging towards her, the panther lets out a growl before jumping into the air. Suddenly, the metal skin folded away to reveal a metalic feminine form in what appears to be a bronze sheets decorated to look like a panther-fur cloak. She placed one hand on her hip before using the other to point at Vincent. "You know, it is rude to wave a weapon at a harmless young lady? What kind of gentleman are you?" Suddenly, a large cog-warrior wielding what looks to be a crossbow-scythe cross comes crashing through the foliage. "SK! So glad you made it."
The dragon circles around before landing infront of Van with a thud. You can see now that its armored body were made of thousands upon thousands of silver plates, its spines and claws were knives of all different shapes and sizes, and its teeth of forks, broken ceramic, knife blades, and the occasional spork.
"Puny human? Are you trying to skewer me with that odd looking torch. You'll find I'm quite fire-proof." The dragon snorted out a jet of green plasma before lowering its head so it could view you with its one good magical eye. The other eye, was dull, and had a milky glow. You get the impression it is barely holding together, as little wisps of magic escape every once and a while. Stretching over Van, it bites into Bellamin's cloak and lifted him up onto his feet.
"Bellamin?"
"Yes Vikkayl?"
"Where's my eye that shoots rainbows?"
"Ummm..."
"Told you so. You owe me a month of barrel of metal polisher."
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 12:58 pm
Your quarrel is with me, not Master Solan, dragon. I destroyed your eye, at least I think that supposed to be your eye. Van said yelling up to the dragon's head.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 2:02 pm
"Hurph. Its like this dolt could make one anyways! The only good thing he's ever enchanted was the wards keeping us from hurting anyone, or leaving the city limits... By the way." Vikkayl bent down and blew a puff of plasma at one particular wards. It blew up into an unatural flame.
"Its time, incompetent one."
"Vikkayl, wait a minute, think. Who else will take care of you?"
"I'm a full grown dragon! I can hunt, I can fly. I need no dumb wanna-be alchemist."
"Well, what do you think the Old one will think of you commiting murder?"
"I won't eat him... Mabye just break the wards..."
The feline warrior purred. "I think you have a point. Siege? Will you be a dear and fetch me my freedom?" The cog warrior pointed his weapon at Bellamin. Suddenly, it dashed forward and knocked the spellsword out of the way before ripping another ward with the scythe-crossbow.
"Mabye I should've made a ward for him as well..." sweatdrop
"Now then, I suggest you let us go and have our freedom."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 1:03 am
Van looks at Bellamin, So, you have created more dangerous creatures, and now you have lost the power to control them? Not waiting for a reply he says in a tone you could swear was almost sarcastic. Splendid. Van then turns to the dragon, And what would you do with your new found freedom? Would you leave Miyr in peace, and make your life in the deep wilderness away from civilization?
(By the way I saw your new character style thread, very comprehensive, nice job. Though you may want to add a little more about the organizations as pertaining to character creation, bonuses and themes. Just a suggestion.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 7:50 am
((Thats was supposed to be part after the role overview... I kind of forgot last night. ^.^; wink ) "I am no creation! Especially not his!" He snorted and continued on. "I shall look for by brothers in the sky, and I shall amass a dragon's horde!" He spat what looks to be bubbly dish soap out to make his point. "I shall raid cities! Plunder castles! And amass a personal army! And then, all must aknowledge me as a DRAGON LORD!" He roared and spewed out a plasmic green flame.
"*cough*dramaqueen*cough*"
Bellamin inched over to Van as he continued a speech about how he was going to raid Miyr and train his first recruits. "Syd told me when he first created him when he was this big," Bellamin made a hand jesture which told of a length of about five feet, "Vikkayl was let on his nightly flights; I don't give them to him now, he's too big. Vikkayl met with a female dragon youngling and was rejected. Hard. He never got over it."
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 2:49 pm
Saying silently to Bellamin, Your dragon is leaving me little options in this matter. I will have to attempt to stop him. Van then turns to Vikkayl, raising his lightsword. Your procreation failings aside, I cannot just allow you to wreak destruction, on people's lives. If you insist on going down this dark path, I will do what I must to try and stop you.
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 9:19 pm
"What is there to do? I AM DRAGON!" He roared to show his point. "What happened to that mage, Bellamin? I liked him better." Freiya chuckled at Vikkayl's illusions of grandeur ((Here's his stats if you want to begin right now.)) Vikkayl, Fine China Dragon [46]
A: 10
D: 11
C: 10 (6d4)
M: 0
L: 50 (10)
E: 0
Abilities: Fast Actor (4), self-destruct (1)
Actions: Defensive Hold, Spell-block, Dragon's Breath
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LindseyIV rolled 2 12-sided dice:
10, 4
Total: 14 (2-24)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 9:46 pm
(ok here goes, I hope I am not the only one here who, is going to be attacking.)
Leaping high into the air, You will like me even less after this! Van raises his sword, and plunges it into the dragon's bad eye.
Using combat dice offensively
Using chrg from energy sword
Fury
Regeneration +1
Attack: 7+7+10=24x2=48
Attack: 7+4=11x2=22
SA TK Strike=2
Action: Retaliate
AP: 0
MP: 4
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random mistakes rolled 6 4-sided dice:
4, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1
Total: 12 (6-24)
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2008 10:13 pm
Well, giving Vincent some time to get involved. Freiya will get involved immediatly if so.
Just so you know. Freiya is still joining in next round if Vincent is not helping you... As she really didn't expect you to attack, but still kind of cares for her dragon friend.
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