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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:57 pm
Down, down, down, in a burning ring of fire... that's where everything was going. The Coliseum called for blood, and blood was exactly what he was going to give it. A massive battle he was about to launch, the Coliseum floor surrounded in an enormous ring of enchanted fire... one could walk into the ring right through it. But it wouldn't allow them to leave... not until the battle was over.
And of course, Diez himself was the first on the field, ready to go. Something about battle simply set him off... it was an exhiliration like no other. Ready for anything, he stood in the exact center of the arena, and waited...
((This is a Free-For-All. Everyone against everyone! Anyone can join in at any time. Let's get it on! twisted ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 3:09 pm
Slowly a rift began in the middle of the Coliseum. Wider and wider it became, as if to swallow the entire grounds. Finally it stopped. A silence encompassed the arena. Then the familiar sound of metal upon metal. Unlike the usual sound of clashing steel, this was the sound of gears and chains.
A platform slowly made its way up the large shaft. Gears clanked and chains were pull taut. In the center stood Iapetus, the Chaos Knight. His helmet already on, as if he slept in it. His entire body covered by the armor. The giant of a man seemed to be at peace.
Then with a jerk, the platform came to a halt. With powerful legs, he stepped off. Smal plooms of sand were kicked up by the planting of his feet. He walked like a beast. Lumbering towards his opponent, he slowly stopped.
With speed not usually seen by a man of his magnitude, his shield flew from his back. He tightened the leather straps looking around at the screaming crowd. His blood streaked armor was making them go insane. They wanted blood, and death, and despair. They even cheered at the shield, with its hands nailed in place.
Then he retrieved his axe.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 3:47 pm
Ah, the Chaos Knight. The very vision of a gladiator. This chap would be excellent for business. Vicious. Bloodthirsty. Obviously quite the crowd-pleaser. His very appearance tossed them into a bloodthirsty frenzy. And as if all that weren't enough, he was insane, to boot! The perfect specimen of a public figure. But all the bloodstained armor and bloody shields in the world wouldn't be enough to save you if you couldn't fight for s**t. It was time for a test of his skill...
The man was quite large, and wearing armor to boot. Simply whiplashing him with tendrils would likely have very little effect. Diez would have to try something a little different. He began to charge a spell, as his tendrils moved silently beneath his cloak. The two of them met, and began to build up a small ball of very thick, sticky black fluid. The ball grew to about the size of a basketball before it shout out at the man with the force of a cannon. It would at least have enough force to knock him off-balance, if not take him off his feet completely. Plus the fact that Diez had never noticeably moved during the entire attack would aid the element of surprise he was going for. In the meantime, he continued to charge his spell...
Turns left - 2
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 10:48 pm
Every mage has a weakness. The same weakness. The need for concentration. A spell cannot be just cast, the caster must be focused. As a warrior, it was imperitive that the Chaos Knight knew his enemies. Especially the mages.
They were vipers in robes.
Shaking his horned helm like a bull showing agression, he slowly trotted towards Diez. The gap behind him slowly closed as he continued to trot. His shield up, his axe ready, he began to jog. Another step, a little faster. Another foot closer, even faster. Until he was at full speed.
An armored warrior wears fourty to fifty pounds more than a normal warrior. To many, it was nothing. To the Chaos Knight it was hardly a hinderance anymore. Yet fourty or fifty pounds more to stop is not a test of ability. That is physics.
He used it to his advantage. Mages loved to run, that is what they were good at. When he came into range, his axe made one foul swoop through the air. Not high enough to hit the head, but aiming for the abdomen. Aim high, decapitate. Aim high, and they can duck.
Aim for the stomach, and its harder to run.
With a twist of his body, and a head butt, he aimed for the dark mage's head. An iron skull bash would certainly hinder concentration.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 11:16 pm
A mage's weakness may be concentration, but inspiration and surprise were the advantage of all. From above a great spiked ball of light fell between the two combatants, a staff rising from it the length of a longer quarterstaff. The Longmace. Upon impact with the ground it would unleash a shockwave of pure force fueled by the soul of the man floating above. Great white spindly wings stretched out behind him connected by a membrane of pale white light. His hair was spiked and of the most vibrant purple while his eyes were a sea of green. His appearance otherwise mimiced the Archmagi Torment Nusradai, but he wasn't that man by far. Shar`Addan had entered this fray.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:41 am
((Hey, Leonard, I *did* attack you, you know. >_> Shot a basketball-sized blob of tar-like fluid at you with the force of a cannon.
Ooooh, the battle heats up already! For future reference, the posting order is...
Dark Lord Diez
LeonardE
Torment))
The mage's weakness was concentration, true enough. But for those who spend the entirety of their lives lost in thought, thinking, brooding, questioning, concentrating... their focus was about as easily broken as a warrior's body. Two lives of completely different focus had given them strength in two completely different areas. Yet strangely, both attempted to go against each other's strong points. The mage attempted to break the warrior's body; the warrior attempted to play mindgames with the mage. Strange, to say the least...
Diez's concentration would not be broken so easily. His focus was not entirely selfish; he knew that devoting the entirety of ones mind to the casting of a spell in the middle of a battle would likely result in death. It was a lesson many mages learned only as they were skewered on the end of their opponents blade. He had learned split his focus between his battlefield awareness, and his magical concentration, without having either suffer too terribly from the dual-minded approach. In the back of his mind, he gathered dark power for his spell. In the front, he watched his opponent so as not to end up defeated before the battle had begun. As the warrior stepped forward and brought his axe towards Diez's abdomen, Diez simply fell backwards, to lie flat on the ground, his fall cushioned by four black tendrils which emerged from beneath his robes as he fell, as both axe and headbutt flew right over him.
Taking a moment to smile and wave at the warrior who, because of the headbutt, was now looking straight down at him, Diez, by sheer luck, sees Shar'Addan floating above them, just in time to attempt to dodge out of the way of the Longmace. Faster than the eye could see, two tendrils shot upwards from Diez's shoulders, along the for about ten feet. Then, thrusting themselves into the sand, they whiplashed forward, slingshotting Diez away from the scene of the blast just in time. The force wave which erupted from the Longmace caused him to fly much farther than he intended to go, but he managed to land safely nonetheless, about fifty feet from where he was when the attack began. His mind was unblemished. His focus, unbroken. Although now, a new dilemma had arised.
Before the entrance of Shar'Addan, Diez knew exactly which spell he intended to cast. But now, he wasn't quite so certain anymore. That was part of the beauty of dark magic, however. It was quite flexible; there were no incantations, no spells to be uttered. There was only instinct, and raw power. The power he had charged could be used to cast any number of spells in his arsenal. He continued to charge his power as he contemplated which spell he needed to cast...
Turns Left - ??
Current Magic Charge - 2
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:57 am
The brute of the man was brought face to face with the mage as he lay on his back. It seemed that the man would not be defeated so easily. He had skill but that was no surprise. He owned this place.
As the man shot away, with pure instinct, the Chaos Knight threw himself away from the long mace. The explosion sent him flying towards the heavy mortar wall. With a sickening crash, he smashing into the side sending mortar and sand flying. Lying on the ground for a few seconds, he regained his feet.
A warrior that cannot stand a few blows is not a warrior at all. Shaking the dirt and chunks of brick from his armor, he stood as though nothing had happened. Looking at the new opponent, he shook his head clear.
Two mages? It looked as though this battle had really heated up.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 3:01 pm
Its usefullness ended, the Longmace darted back up to Shar's hand, the spiked ball melting back into the core of the weapon as it grew in length. He caught the rather long staff at its midpoint with his left hand, setting his right rand to the staff and pulling back. Out from the staff a column of white energy formed, splitting into two, a faint thread connecting them to the tips of the staff. Shar smirked as he let loose the two Soulforged arrows at his opponents, each still linked to the staff, and each easily severed from it with...interesting effects.
((I'll note I've played Shar a total of three times now, so I'm using this to get a feel for how he works.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:14 am
((I can understand the feeling. I'm actually quite new to Gaia RPing (I know I signed up in 03, but Dial-up kept me away from the site for a long, long time). My old RP site encouraged users to fight "Final Fantasy Style" which basically meant you speedhacked unbelievably long and flashy attacks, animations, and spells into your posts. This is... different. But I like it.))
He saw the incoming arrow. He felt the thread that bound it to the Longmace. And he sighed. Diez hated attacks that came with strings attached. Blocking might not work, as there was no telling what sort of piercing power that thing had. But the thread that bound the arrow would probably make dodging difficult as well. Deciding on a course of action quickly, Diez lashed out at the projectile with one of his own, hardening the end of one of his tendrils and using it to swat the pesky thing out of the air. To prevent the possibility of unwanted energy feedback, the moment the arrow was swatted, Diez severed the tendril from his body, allowing it to simply dissolve away on the sands.
Back to the dillema at hand... what form to take? His current one would not suffice for taking out two opponents. But his opponents were very different. His forms were specialized to take on each of them individually, but not both of them at once. Asmodeus would do well against the Chaos Knight, but likely falter against Shar'Addan. Beezlebub would excel against Shar'Addan, but it would be completely ineffective against the Chaos Knight. Mammon would leave him massively vulnerable to both, and relied on luck to succeed, so he was definitely not a good choice. Leviathan would depend on drawing the blood of his opponents, and he wasn't even entirely sure that either of them HAD blood. Lucifer would of course be useful, but that would require another two full turns of charging, and both of his opponents would likely attack him feverishly when they saw how long he had been charging, to prevent whatever he intended to do.
He decided at last. He would not transform just yet. He wanted to guage his opponents strengths a bit more before making that decision. Instead, he used his magic charge to cast another spell... Diez's entire body turned pitch-black for a few moments, as a melon-sized orb of dark energy formed beside him. Diez's form turned to normal, and the energy orb cackled with power. The orb would assist him in spellcasting by gathering a turn's worth of magic charge every turn, regardless of whether or not Diez himself was conciously charging a spell. It would essentially cut the casting time for all his spells in half. The orb silently orbited around Diez, gathering power into itself as it did so. Diez, to hopefully throw his opponent off for a moment, brought up his hand and fired a lance of pure force at Shar'Addan (not thinking that the Chaos fellow might have any ranged abilities, Diez was not worried about him, at the moment). The lance, being made of pure physical force, was invisible. It could not be seen; only felt, and most would only feel it after it had thrusted itself through their chest...
Current Magic Charge: 3-3(Helper Orb)=0
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 8:04 pm
((Going to be a little busy tonight. The Suffering and I seem to have gotten a pop addiction somehow in a day.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 9:07 pm
((So shall I respond or wait? I'm fine either way, I'm a bit low on creative juices right now. Well, just about any juices for that matter. And anyone who makes a perverted comment gets killed.))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:03 pm
Torment ((So shall I respond or wait? I'm fine either way, I'm a bit low on creative juices right now. Well, just about any juices for that matter. And anyone who makes a perverted comment gets killed.)) ((Haha! Juices as in weiner juices!))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 10:24 pm
((Don't even push it. Be good or I'll have you eating my hot dog.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 7:47 am
Torment ((Don't even push it. Be good or I'll have you eating my hot dog.)) ((The one with the juices? Alright, that was my last one.))
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 10:15 pm
As the enchanted fire continued to burn brightly around the warriors, two bright red glowing eyes, seemed to watch from the flames. It stayed there studying the tehcnique of the warriors, the personality of the warriors, as it seemed to enjoy the very essence of battle." Interesting.." it said quietly from the depths of the flames, as they had turned an eerie dark crimsom color. It continued to bask in the very warmth of the flames, despite the fact that any normal being would have burned to ashes or would have been incinerated by the raw velocity and heat of the fire...as he watched their battle..
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