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 Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 11:48 am
Firu stood atop the highest point of the taverns roof, he had felt the dark brooding aura the new visitor radiated and got there as quickly as he could. For the moment he simply observed the situation, tho if toruble broke out he would not hesitate to get involved.
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random mistakes rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:54 pm
((Gah! Blind fight!))
Character name: Bellamin Solan [34]: Servant of Eroth, Ancient One, Wind Child, Water Child
Attack: 7
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 1d6 [2]
Magic: 6 [4]
Life: 20 [4]
Equip: 8
Abilities: Fast Caster, Resistance Attack x2, Fightermage
Summoner [3]
Items: Conjurer's amulet, Blood Dagger, Blood Knife, b*****d Sword, Sword of Mist, elixer of magic x2.
Spells: Singe, Energy Burst, Wings of Achilles, Stun Bolt, Greater Mana Shield, Anti-Magic Wisps, Flame Strike, Heal
Actions: Smash, Taunt, Retaliate, Mana Block, Stunning Blow, Pounce, Draw
*I know its a waste, but I'll buy and equip 2 elixers of magic. All to put on a show!*
"Er! One moment! One moment! I'm not exactly the best spellsword! Infact I've never recieved the official training and-" The spellsword's eyes rolled into the back of the head, and he fell forward and hit the ground... Hitting it with- no sound?
At that very moment, Bellamin phased into the solid stone walkway. After about three seconds, he was behind her and rocketing out of the ground and into the tavern at about 25ft per second. Slamming into the bar's main... bar. He begged forgiveness from the barman ((by placing a wad of chips on the table)) and picked up some expensive wine.
"Got this from a friend's great stories! Arh!Ahahaha! Matafleur!" He basically inhaled both wine and air. And with one great breath, he exhaled a huge red fireball from his mouth.
Attack. 21 dmg without defenses
Smash. 19 dmg without defenses
Cast: Flamestrike. 12 from magic. 48 from team-attack. 60 dmg total
Dice for Offense
Use Elixer of Magicx2. +4 MP. +6 Total.
Use Blood Dagger. Sacrifice 4. +4 attack
Use Sword of mist, +5 attack
16 attack total. 19 team-attack
Summon
1 MP saved
*Endurance Effect if survival is not applicable.*
Attack [team-attack strength= 19]
Heal Bellamin
((Hurrah for team-attack flamestrike!))
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random mistakes rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 3:55 pm
Break chance! Please don't break my petitechofleur!
Yah! Your alive!
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Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2009 5:53 am
Varnis looked at the woman who was now standing in the Tavern. Her sword was impressive he had to admit as he wondered where, and how she obtained it. He sat back and watched the fight, but not completly relaxing putting up his defenses as he watched it.
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 7:57 am
((Damage calc...too much...ugh. Okay, you tie. Based on my rough calculations. with an attack of 20 and two fury abilities, I think she's got you. But then again, with 2 defense and only 50 life, you also defeat her. If you want a full on damage report, I'll comply, but only if you ask...unprofessional, yes, but oh well.))
The two fighters collide in a flash of fire and sword. Bellamin's fireball slams into the mysterious woman. Burning at her cloak as she whips into Bellamin with unnatural speed. She brings the blades hilt into your stomach, launching you into the air as she whips around, bringing the flat of the blade into your side and flinging you down the road. With unnatural speed and grace, she seems to appear beside you in mid flight as she spins in the air, slamming the flat of the blade into your stomach and smashing you into the ground. She lands with as much grace as she fought, but is no longer able to ignore the wounds created by your massive pyrotechnic display. She goes to a knee, patting the last of the flames till they extinguish. "You're good. Enjoy your reward, Spellsword." She throws a ornate, cylindrical tube toward you as she stands. She limps off into the mist, and as it dissipates she is simply, gone.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2009 5:01 pm
((Well actually, waterchild endurance effect means I'd win with 1 HP remaining ^.~))
Bellamin rubbed his bruised and battered stomach. "Umm... So no contact info? No name? Not even a dinner?" He sighs a long sigh and picks up the cylinder-shape. He ponders a bit and then starts swinging it around rather haphazardly. "Wonder what it is?"
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 6:57 am
((haha, missed that water child stuff. That means you are correct, and you do win. I'll add in the extra reward.))
As you swing the cylinder around it slips open, spilling it's contents. Inside are a map to the Land of Mists , a Magic Hilt (part 1 of 3 to a very nice sword), and a mist essence (aka, you can choose any mist item you want and the mist essence will become that).
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 8:09 pm
Bellamin picks up the hilt and the map. The mist however, sinks into his bastardsword without his knowledge.
Looking around, the spellsword also remembered to fetch all his magical paraphenalia and tied up his bag. "Bartender... One last drink. I still got time." he turned back into the tavern and sat down. The poor barkeep sighed in annoyance. "Meh, I'm always late... And I'll look at that map after a good little bit of liquid."
((Getting another sword of mist. Gonna go akimo sword of mist like Nuku.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 11:29 pm
 [[@Heirophant practice, practice, practice! wink Oh and does the barkeep have a name? ]]
Kary smiled and watched the battle, her head cradled in her hands and elbows on the top of the over-stuffed chair she was splayed lazily on. The mist that woman was swirling in delighted her. Very mysterious! That was how to make an entrance in a story! Although that bar brawl lasted only one round... She sighed dreamily, "Oh well, still it would make a fantastical introduction to the action that lay ahead."
She giggled contentedly, that gut feeling was never wrong. Something of epic proportions was going to be brought about by that woman and the bard wasn't going to miss it. Kary began to hum out the first few bars of the tune.
"Mist whirling in, blood splattered cloak
An enraged stranger to frighten the village folk..."
She glanced up from her work. The half elf made a mental note to herself, "No more drinks tonight, Bellamin made him pissed. He always waters it down when he's angry..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2009 6:13 am
Faetana @Heirophant practice, practice, practice! wink ((Yes, yes...I really only just came back, so y'all gotta cut me some slack! Oh, and I'll add your items to your stats in the Adventurer's Roster, Bellamin.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 04, 2009 9:44 pm
[[ You make it sound as if I'm nagging you blaugh NAG, NAG, NAG! Anyways if the barkeeper hasn't been named yet, I'm suggesting Benjamin or Jakob! =) Though I think I likes the sound of Benjamin, it seems to fit for me. Then we can all have pet names for the poor guy too! So to keep something RPing here... ]]
The half elf snuggled contently into the chair, eyes boredly scouring the tavern for signs of habitation. Her face was pulled into an over the top pout. She plopped her butt back into the overstuffed comfort of the big chair with a FWUMP and drummed her fingers on the seat.
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 1:39 am
((I think the idea was to make him one of those mysterious, stereotypical anime-barkeeps with no name. Though giving him a name doesn't seem like a bad idea...and don't nag me...I have a fragile psyche, lol whee ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 12:09 am
A girl of about 18 rides up to the inn on the back of a skeletal horse(literaly). She then dismounts and ties it off at a post. With a playfull pat on its rear she walks into the Tavern. She stood about 5’7” and had and elegant slender build. Her hair was long and strait and was of a extremely pale blond color. Her skin was strikingly pale and it contrasted heavily with her black and maroon dress. Her eyes were a piercing grey-blue. As she walked into the Tavern a chill came over the place. A dark aura seemed to radiate from the noble girl. She takes a seat in the one of many chairs.
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 6:38 pm
Bellamin shivered. "Hey! How come- Nevermind." he turned away from the barkeep's rather steely gaze. "Best booze my a**..." He muttered.
The spellsword looked around and immediatly saw the newcomer. For some odd reason, a slight chill crawls down his neck. Without further inspection, he decided keeping mostly to himself would be a good idea. Last time he checked, the last pretty girl he talked to got him a bounty on his head.
"Hey! How bout some brandy to warm me up friend!"
~+~
The barkeep sighed in annoyance again. He promised never to talk to the alchoholic ever again. Still, his money's good... If he would finally pay his tab once more. He found the brandy barrel empty so he went down to the cellar. Coming back up with a bottle, he dusted it off, poured Bellamin his drink, and slammed in down infront of the spellsword; who was not in his seat.
"You know what, nevermind." Bellamin said without looking back as he exited the Tavern. "I have somewhere I gotta b- Whoa! COOL HORSE!" He stared rather creepily and was debating whether to poke at it.
The bartender sighed, downed the brandy, and placed it on Bellamin's tab. Like the easily distracted little addict will ever care.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 5:45 pm
The skeletal horse momentarily turns its head to look back at Bellamin. Dark glowing irises of blue ethereal energy hover in its eye sockets. The horse lets out an eerie whiny but Bellman soon finds out it’s not at him. A chill creeps up his back as a dark presence radiates behind him. “His name is Pinta.” Mitzka stands there with her arms crossed, her face bearing her usual sullen expression.
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