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 Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 11:45 am
The red-hooded figure in the stands nodded, his staff knocking against the seats next to him as he sat in the back, upper-most row, hidden from sight. The pale figure raised his staff a little, merely starting the beginning of what would be an end for some unfortunate soul, whether it was this challenger or not.
The shadows that already stirred lurched forward, growing long tendrils that appeared to be legs, the low, bipedal manifestations racing across the arena floor and to the centre, or about fifteen feet away from the pile of rags in the blink of an eye, leaving long ravines in the ground they ravaged. Approximately six of these beings hauled a** through the arena, colliding in the centre like planned with a loud smack, the smack you get when you b***h-slap someone, hard.
The black mass pooled, slowly rising into the air to form a column, a small crevice cracking underneath it, long black tendrils reaching into the ground, what appeared to be a white mass was retrieved, barely visible under the ever growing mass. Dragged into the shadows of sorts, it sat dormant, just for a moment or so, just for a moment or so...
Phfoom. Or something like that, the noise echoed throughout the arena as the massive, skeletal arm waved through the air, the black mass retreating and then travelling the arms length again, thickening and thinning, shaping accordingly. Neurones, veins and capillaries slowly entangled themselves up the bones, weaving and knitting the muscles and skin, slowly creating one gigantic arm, grey skin with a tinge of green encased the mass of internal structures, legs and his other arm being formed in much the same fashion.
The inky black substance receded, slowly manoeuvring itself appropriately to sections of the body, his lower body, feet up to the lower thighs, his torso, wrists, and head. Each one grew accordingly, changed colour to a dark, dirty black, green, changed shape, changed material, armour, rather interesting armour, a large chest plate, bulging at the pectorals and abdomen to allow room for the massive muscular structure, three smaller, yellowish spikes forming a line across the breast plate, Coupled with a chain skirt edged with the same yellow material, with boots that stretched to the lower tights and frayed out a little, small yellow structures protecting the ankles and knees. Coupled with the bracers around the beast’s wrists, it was a sight to behold.
And so, it reared its head, a large cross between a rectangle and cylinder of a helm in shape, a thin slit cut into the metal like structure to allow the man, or assumed man inside to see. The black substance, or what was left of it slinked up and down in two separate groups, one mass went to the helm, another to the right hand. The first mass? It took position on the forehead area, each one growing into a long, yellow horn, he latter? It kept itself an inky mass, waiting to be used.
What stood before the cloth? Seven and a half ft of un-dead muscle, weighing in at eighteen stone, and that was without the armour. Muscles bulged as the warrior flexed his arms slowly, his head turning down towards the mass of cloth. A black mist-like substance slowly drifting from around the mans feet, seemingly spawning from the crevice in the ground.
Guthan the Infested/
The warrior remembered his name, he remembered his purpose, and he did not see the target of his purpose.
(( I like long posts for the introduction of new characters. >=D ))
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:14 pm
((I'm assuming I havn't been attacked yet...I may have misunderstood something, so tell me if I did.))
The rags stopped moving suddenly, and silence filled the areana, except for the whispers of excited fans.
"This is awesome. Some tiny creature is about to get destroyed."
"Heh, this demon is going to win hands down. Size always wins."
Then suddenly, the rags flew off, landing in some fat guy's popcorn. The smell from the rags was like rancid milk, forcing the people in the crowd as far away from it as possible.
Underneath the rags, staring up at the demon, was a massive yellow eye with a gently curving "w" shaped pupil. The eye obviously had a membrane over it, as the sand rolled off it with ease. The eye stared for a moment, before the sound of shifting sand filled the area, something rising up.
Slowly, it began to rise...It was a massive octopus, but not just any octopus...It rose further and futher, finally reaching 200 feet long, it's long sucker-lined tentacles coiling around in the sand. The tnetacles were amazingly thick and ran through the sand with ease. The gigantic yellow eyes stared down at the demon from high up in their perch on it's massive head.
This was the Ringed Lusca, a genetically combined form of the Lusca and Blue Ringed Octopuses.
It calculated it's surroundings, being one of the smarted creatures alive, it's colors shifting gently, starting at a pitch black with white rings, to bright yellow with blue rings, and nearly every color combonation you could think of.
The crowd chanted out cries of "HOLY s**t, HOLY s**t" over and over, watching in awe of the massive creature.
((I enjoy massive posts too.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:47 pm
A rather large pyrefly wizzed across the sand, slapping the grains gently. It didn't seem to be in a hurry, just seemed to be enjoying its time flying about. All was good for this pyrefly, how ever tasty it might be for a soul eater, or was it . . .
CRASH!
SLURP!
A lively tounge flowing with blue chi shot out like a harpoon towards the pyrefly, before its strong pull of whatever kind at the tip of the tounge glued itself to the bonds of that pyrefly. Then, it was pulled back into the hallways of the northern gate. The pyrefly was late for the display of morbidity, and the same with whatever had taken it in.
A strange figure walked in, its flesh was almost completely invisible, only showing a slight outline. But, one could clearly see pulsating chi vessels, and if one looked very closely, they could see another distinctive set of orange chi within it, as if it was a different being entirely. And, yes, there were two bonded combatants, one using this frog-like being as a tank. Wait, there were more distinctive signatures, but they weren't as massive or as important as the two main ones.
The outline of the toad creature was similar to a normal toad, except for two distinctive differences. Its tail still remained, and looked to be hardened to the extent of being steel. It also towered about 10 feet into the air. There also seemed to be metal conturing to the shape of the frog, as if it was implanted armor.
As the frog moved, the sand stuck to its skin, along with water condensing on its cold skin. The water and sand revealed the texture of the frog more clearly, and said, yes, this is a damn frog.
(Lazy entrance post copy)
"CALAMARI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 5:40 am
Bellapharus wasn't even phased by the partially invisible toad; he could see it. That's all that mattered. If he could see it, and it breathed in any sense, he could kill it. a mutant toad would brighten his day and give the neighbors another reason to build their houses no less than fifteen miles away, and also give them incentive to hire armed guards. Little children were such tasty snacks, after all.
But that's beside the point.
Making no sound, not even with his incredibly fast footsteps, Bellapharus ran forward. In less than a second, he covered three quarters of the two hundred or so feet between him and the magical construct. The last quarter was covered by a somersault thirty feet into the air, a katana-like sword drawn in a double-handed grip.
If the toad didn't move fast enough, which was a very easy thing to do, then Bellapharus would land atop it, hooks would shoot out of the bottom of his boots and into the skin of the toad, firmly attatching him, and he would drive his sword right through what he assumed to be its head.
If it moved, then he'd just land and turn to face it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 8:33 am
Guthan the Infested as his title was was no demon, though his barbaric fighting styles coupled with his complete disregard for his self-health in battle, and let’s not forget the horned helmet; he shouldn't be surprised to find people thought he was a demon. No, he was a man, a tank of a man, and along with also five dead brothers, he had never lost until his last battle. But now as a puppet, an un-dead, animated with the instincts he had in life, his mind was telling him that he'd fought tougher, and a giant tentacle beast, while he knew not what it was, was no obstacle to him. He snorted under his helm, raising his left leg a inch or so off the floor and sliding in along, his boot crashing on the floor a little distance away, spacing his legs out. He bent forward a little, his muscles budging as he prepared. The black mass in his hand grew and extended, growing to around 7'9" ft long, the shaft bearing the same dirty colour as his armour, the blade curving into a large blade, similar to half of a yin-yang symbol. He bared it like a bar across his chest, holding it tightly in both hands.
He swayed a little, twirling his war-spear once or twice slowly, retaining his pose, ready to attempt to gore his opponent if he could, in an attempt to abuse his power, Infestation. If he could get a solid hit in, this squid would be no more than a wrinkled carcass, or nothing at all. His life that never knew defeat until death was brought on by his almighty powers that cursed his armour and weapon. He was not ashamed to use those powers then; he would not be ashamed or frightened to use them now. He glanced up at the squid, exchanging stare for stare.
This beast may be more intelligent than Guthan, but it didn't have a few hundred years of honed battle instinct; kill or be killed. He was ready, ready for that squid to attack him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 9:43 am
Raven Yun Bellapharus wasn't even phased by the partially invisible toad; he could see it. That's all that mattered. If he could see it, and it breathed in any sense, he could kill it. a mutant toad would brighten his day and give the neighbors another reason to build their houses no less than fifteen miles away, and also give them incentive to hire armed guards. Little children were such tasty snacks, after all. But that's beside the point. Making no sound, not even with his incredibly fast footsteps, Bellapharus ran forward. In less than a second, he covered three quarters of the two hundred or so feet between him and the magical construct. The last quarter was covered by a somersault thirty feet into the air, a katana-like sword drawn in a double-handed grip. If the toad didn't move fast enough, which was a very easy thing to do, then Bellapharus would land atop it, hooks would shoot out of the bottom of his boots and into the skin of the toad, firmly attatching him, and he would drive his sword right through what he assumed to be its head. If it moved, then he'd just land and turn to face it. The frog would simply teleport out as quickly as it came. Or, atleast it seemed like it. Hell, it could have just jumped miles away in a second. (That character was placed there to piss Forces off, that is not Cziri.)
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 11:24 am
((Don't see why putting a frog here and stating such an obvious joke would piss me off. Obvious joke, but still funny.))
The Lusca watched the demon's weapon form and sudenly stopped moving. Then, too fast for a normal eye to see, one of it's arms had shot forward at the demon, attempting to coil around him. The demon would be constricted after just 19 miliseconds. The average reaction time was 23 miliseconds. Things looked grim...
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 12:35 pm
(Oh, ;_ wink
Bellapharus landed and snorted. Or at least tried to. It came out as some sort of high-pitched screech when put through his helmet's vocalizers.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 9:53 pm
A man in a brown traveling cloak walked onto the arena. His hood coverted his head, yet a red beard was visible. He finished walking, apun reaching the arena, and grabbed his cloaks hood with his right gauntlet, taking it off to reveal a passive face with wild, red spiked hair. This was Kuro Tsuwamono..
To summarise, Kuro's cloak was of Kerash origin, with the ability to repell both energy attacks and sharp blades. Underneath the cloak were various weapons, to be named when relivant. His gauntlets, as previously mentioned, each had a red jewl on it, to weave magic.
Kuro reached into his ckoak with his left hand to take out his soul keris. The Keris, sixteen inches in height, had no cutting edge, but rather, was sinuous blade, with many thick winding curves and turns on both edges. The only sharp area was the end. The keris had soul energy infused into it, psionic mind energy, and had a planeswalker spark, for planar manipulation.
He lifted his right gauntlet into the air, and send out a blue sphere of magic, set to weave wild magic in the air into itself...
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 9:58 pm
He would watch his opposition with the most sadistic glee. His mind was set on training and what a better way to train than on some walking target. His pale blue eyes would lock onto his targets actions, reading and watching for any sudden movements or any powers which would come fourth.
Looking to the side he would extend his left hand and start to move the fingers around slightly, ready to cast some spells.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:06 pm
Kuro took out a remote control like object from his belt, used to create and control echo energy. This would only be used as a last resort...
Next, Kuro focused into the magic immediatly around Ertai, and had a small portion turn into soul reaver energy. Soul reaver is ethereal, and strikes at a persons ethereal soul, directly. As well, it is self regulating, thus, any ethereal soul would be converted into more soul reaver apun contact. This, surrounding Ertai, would strike...
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:09 pm
Whoooosh
With the flutter of his wings, a lone angel would fly down from the sky. As it landed, they would go at a much more rapid pace. Blades of grass would fly in the direction of the small blasts of air given off to ensure a safe landing...
Once landed, he would refit his sandals, as he could have a long journey ahead of him. Blessed by Hermes, he would run around at blazing speed. Carefully weaving in and out of crowds, he'd look for signs of the two criminals. Which he did not find.
What he did find, though, would be a friend of one of his "hits", Kuro Tsuwamono. He was about to go up to him, to "have a chat" perse, but he would then see the other man, who was completely unknown to him. He would wait, watching, hoping that whatever happened would end soon. Julius must die.
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 10:32 pm
There goes the lights!
A grin would slide across his sinister face as he watched his opposition. His body was starting to lean forward as his opposition was about to use magic against him, well his target didn’t know of Ertai’s magical history. His right eye would shift in color as the pale blue started to grow deeper and deeper in the shade of color, energy streaming from his right eye, the waves of energy was that of the essence known as Vexa. This dark blue Vexa had properties of misdirection, control, confusion and manipulation. As the right eye started to pour more and more of this strange substance, a metaphysical combination of entities and quintessence to create a Mana based creation which could be directly connected to the train of thought which Ertai enlisted in all of his powers. The substance would slide across and around the sections of Ertai’s body and would launch out of his gloved right hand. The colors would spiral through the air as the sections of Vexa would bloom in the air and start to create a misdirecting effect on his opposition’s magical based attack. May it be ethereal energy or light energy, it is all the same in the end as it becomes more and more tangible as it mixes through the existence at hand, and with the Vexa in establishment at the same time of his opposition’s energy he would start to create a misdirection spell which would cause the sections of his oppositions attack magic to veer off course and basically fizzle in the air, because of a lack of target.
As the misdirection spell went off to do its job, his left eye would be entrancing another form of Vexa, which was the red Vexa. This gave birth to destruction, power and rage. The strands of Vexa would give birth to a wave of crimson tendrils that would flutter into the area before the two fighters, one strand exploding into more strands which would seem to spawn spiraling orbs of flames, flying towards his opposition. The second set of strands would break into the sky and cause a flare like effect to come fourth as the light blinded forward, its second effect targeting the flaming orbs.
As the orbs came closer to his opposition they would encounter an odd effect as the light from the secondary effect would come through. Each orb would explode into ten more of the same orbs, but the catch is that the light continues causing these orbs to split into ten more from each of the ten orbs, thus causing an infinite number of these orbs exploding closer and closer to his opposition.
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