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 Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 8:25 pm
A section of the larger Coliseum. It is separated from the other arenas by two, two story walls. You can sometimes hear fighting from the other side.
It seems to be named after the dark green tendrils of ivy growing from the sides.
~+~
[Fight Record]
Current:
Mitzka Areathos [Hard]
Vincent [Hard]
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 1:07 pm
Roots and Vines seem to almost move on their own accord as the rusty iron gates open. "Hehehe! Looks like these ghastly ghouls have some fresh meat. Come on all your arena dogs! Lets give a big Green Arena welcome to..."
A little flap barely manages to open up on the wall. Speaking through some overgrowth, the announcer whispers to you. "Hey there. Yah mind giving us a name? Some flash and fire would be nice."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 2:55 pm
A soft voice echoes back to answer the announcer. “The name is Mitzka Areathos, but you may call me… Spectress.”
As the doors opened they revealed a young woman riding upon the back of a skeletal horse. Her skin was unnaturally pale and contrasting heavily with her elegant dark colored dress. Her hair was long and gleamed vibrant whitish blond. It flowed about her as if a wind was blowing it. It almost seemed to have a mind of its own. As she entered the coliseum an aura of dread seem the fill the arena. Like the uneasy calm before a storm. She carefully dismounted her horse. She patted it on its rear and with an eerie winy it trotted out of the arena. She then slowly turned to face her combatants. Her eyes were grey and piercing. A smile spread across her face. “Well then, shall we begin?” The wind seemed to pick up more about her causing her hair to flail around even more rapidly.
Mitzka Areathos [36]
Attack: 0
Defense: 10
Combat Dice: 0
Magic: 0
Life: 35 (7)
Equip:5
Abilities: Transformation [9], Status Undead, SA [5]: Sonic Scream, Regeneration
Items: Spirit Bracer, Buckler x5
Spells: Disintegration
Actions: Stunning Blow, Pounce, Defensive Hold, Power Up, Taunt, Retaliate, Chi cannon, Supreme strike, Distract, Shadow Strike, Pressure Point, Spell Block, Special Block, Punch, Kick, Guard, Shield Bash
Special Location: Red Dragon Lounge, Mecha Heavy Industries
Chips: 350
Transformation: Shadow Wraith Form [36]: Attack: 8; Defense: 0; Combat: 10 [6d4]; Life: 40 [8]; Magic: 0; Equip: 0; Abilities: Fury x2
Organization: The Crypt
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random mistakes rolled 4 12-sided dice:
6, 12, 10, 9
Total: 37 (4-48)
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 5:21 pm
"Got it. Good luck missy." With that, the little flap closes and seals.
"The ethereal beauty... The Spectress!" The crowd is silent until you dismount when they finally start to applaude.
"Well arena dogs! You know what time it is? I think its TIME TO FIGHT!"
The undead roar in agreement and rush towards you.
((half the die for the zombies)) Zombie will attack and use an action Zombie Hulk will attack and use an action Ghoul will attack twice and use an action
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 1:48 am
As the undead charged, Mitzka dashed towards them with unnatural speed. She danced about their rotting corpses weaving in and out, dodging their powerful blows. She seemed to be gauging them. Finally she stopped in front of the ghoul allowing it to hit her. The blows from its fetid claws seemed to pass right through her doing only minor damage. As its last strike hit Mitzka smiled wickedly and a bolt of necrotic energy leapt from her body and blasted the ghoul away. Smoke rose from its body as it painfully rose from where it had been pushed back. However standing would do it little good. For as it rose to its feet Mitska issued forth a ear splitting shriek. While mealy a headache to those around it caused the air in front of her to ripple and the ground to churn. As it hit the ghoul it resonated with him to his very core, causing him to explode spectacularly, propelling bits in every direction. Mitzak turned to the remaining two zombies. And spoke again in her soft voice. “Whose next?”
SA: Sonic Scream at ghoul (10 special damage)
Action: Shield Bash ghoul ( -1 ap, 10 special damage)
AP: 0
MP: 1
HP: 35/35
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 10:42 am
((I like your character design, makes calculations easy. =3))
Zombie: 15/15
Zombie Hulk: 20/20
Ghoul: 0/20 *Gibbed*
10 [Sonic Screech] Miztka
10 [Shield Bash] Miztka
~+~
Miztka: 25/35
[Negate] [Attack] Zombie
[Negate] [Attack] Zombie Hulk
2 [Smash] Zombie
2 [Attack] Ghoul
1 [Attack] Ghoul
6 [Smash] Ghoul
~+~
The zombies are absolutely dumbfounded on what to do with an enemy like you. They start to flail rather aimlessly at you but fail to even make contact. The overgrown vines seem to hinder them even more than their own stupidity.
The ghoul's fetid organs rupture as your shriek rips it apart. Suddenly and without warning, the ghoul was little more than a bloddy stain and some ground meat.
The crowd cheers in awe at this display of visceral violence. Although some are clutching their heads in pain... Mostly the ones to be unlucky enough to get seats in the ghoul's direction.
A dark shadow in the crowd beckons an arena offical over. "What in Trayus' name was that?" But before the lackey could respond, he answered himself. "That my friend, is the sound of money... You imbeciles give her something more on her level next time!"
Both zombies will lunge at you with vigour. Seeing how thats all the dumb little buggers can do anyways.
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Kowsauni rolled 18 4-sided dice:
4, 3, 1, 2, 1, 3, 3, 3, 4, 1, 1, 4, 3, 4, 4, 3, 1, 3
Total: 48 (18-72)
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Posted: Sun Sep 27, 2009 10:09 pm
As Mitzka stands before the confused zombies there is a perpetual change in the air. The Wind began to swirl around her sending mitzka’s long hair flying up above her head. Her skin became dark and transparent. Her hands transformed into long sharp claws of steel. Her body radiated with necrotic energies which gave off in the form of black smoke rising from her form. She spoke but her voice was no longer soft. “Its time to finish this.”
At that Mitzka welcomed their attacks for as they struck her she struck back with a fury ten fold their own. Her claws ripped the zombie into several pieces with a mere strike. She then focused her attention on the massive mass of walking rotting flesh standing in front of her. Mitzka’s claws tore into the zombie hulk like a knife through butter, sending stagnant blood and bits of gore flying. After two powerful strikes the hulk was nearly cut in half.
Mitzak transforms (-1ap, -1mp), new stats
Transformation: Shadow Wraith Form [36]: Attack: 8; Defense: 0; Combat: 10 [6d4]; Life: 40 [8]; Magic: 0; Equip: 0; Abilities: Fury x2
Daustua attacks Zombie (22 damage, 17 after defense)
Daustua attacks Zombie Hulk (24 damage, 18 after defense)
Daustua attacks Zombie Hulk (26 damage, 20 after defence.)
MP:1
AP: 0
HP: 40/40
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random mistakes rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 5
Total: 10 (2-12)
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:07 am
((Dice roll, not that it matters... Their attack damage will always be innsufficient to kill you in the time you need to take them down.))
{VICTORY}
{DOUBLE KILL}
{SPEED DEMON}
The zombie screams a high pitch screech before being torn apart into a bloody mist.
The zombie hulk didn't fare much better. Your attacks do their purpose and shred the poor thing from head to toe. Only a small piece of flesh and bone kept the thing in one piece. A wet ripping and cracking sound is barely audiable over the cheers of the crowd.
"Sprectress! Spectress! Spectress!" They chant.
"Wow! That was one of the fastest kills we've ever seen!"
The audience roars in approval. Here's your chance for a showboating or two.
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Posted: Mon Sep 28, 2009 9:19 pm
As the giant zombie hulk collapses in two, rendered in half by Mitzka’s gash and it own immense weight, a calm comes over the arena. Mitzka’s bloody claws retreat back into her being as the necrotic aura dissipates, returning her body back to her normal form. She looks as the corpses before her and they begin to burn with a smokeless green ethereal flame. She observes a personal moment of silence for the fallen. However the moment is fleeting and she soon returns to her newfound fans. Her skeletal horse Pinta trots back into the arena and Mitzka mounts her with a single bound. She then begins to do some victory laps around the arena while standing on the back of Pinta, waving to the crowd. It was a trick she had leaned in life in the many idle hours she had spent at the manor. Now she finally had an audience to show it to. After playing to the crowd she sits back down on Pinta's back and rides out of the stadium.
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2009 4:31 pm
The audience members stand up as you ride by, making a sort of waving effect. Whether to praise you, or get a closer look, it was probably both.
You enter the pit, and the other gladiators surround you. "What was that!?! That was so awsome." Some of the minority female gladiators looked rather proud. "Hah! Another fine example of a warrior woman!" Somebody in the crowd says in mock. He is eventually found and given a rather large thump on the head by one particuarily proud gladiator.
They praise you, but they try to avoid patting you on the back... Mostlikly because falling through you and hitting the ground was not something they wanted to risk.
Favour: +10
CC: +6
~+~+~
Total Favour: [10]
Total CC: [6]
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Posted: Mon Nov 02, 2009 3:31 pm
"Hail Brave adventuerers and show-goers alike! Welcome to the Arena!"
"Today. We have a special fight for you. Presenting, from the home team."
"THE BROKEN HEIROPHANT!"
The crowd oohs and ahhhs. Something big was going to happen.
You hear a whoosing-hissing sound. Followed by a large thud and the rattling of metal. There infront of you, is one hell of trio
The wyrms roars and the standing knights in armor fight to get one of the largest padlocks you've ever seen open with one of the smallest keys you've ever seen.
The cage opens up and the small green wyrms steps onto the battlefield. Their breath shivels all the vines it touches.
The knights head towards their end of the arena, and drag their downed comrade into the other side of the iron gate. You notice the large ammounts of spells placed on the arena spectator seats. The gate behind you shuts with a rusty *c***k*.
"DON'T WANT TO SPOIL THEM WITH SOFT MEAT NOW DO WE? LETS GET FIGHTING WYRM FOOD!"
((Well, you like the adventure...))
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 5:02 am
A beam of light shines down as Vincent glides peacefully to earth on his outstretched wings. He lands softly, allowing his wings to fall gracefully to lay on the ground to either side of him. With head bowed he reaches slowly for the sword at his side, though makes no other obvious actions
Character name: Vincent Valentine [40]: Tournament Master, Servant of Ra, Ancient One, Water Child
Attack: 10
Defense: 0
Combat Dice: 0
Magic: 4
Life: 50 [10]
Equip: 12
Abilities: Fury
Items: Elite Mantle, Emerald Fist, Potion of Defense x2, Rage Amulet, Small Red Dragon Token [Die c 1/1], Spirit Bracer (c 10/10)
Spells: Disintegrate, Fighter's Counter-spell, Magic Wings, Wings of Achilles
Actions: Draw, Power Up, Pounce, Smash, Spell Breaker, Stunning Blow, Taunt
Organization: The Elites
((So...I'm fighting three dragons of some kind? I just need to know how many targets there are))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 7:25 am
((there is three wyrms. All appoximatly the same size))
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken rolled 3 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 3
Total: 6 (3-12)
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 7:17 pm
((This might hurt a bit...))
Vincent lashes out in a blur of motion, summoning Demetry and downing two potions before the crowd or the dragons manage to register the movement. He then slams into one of the dragons, hoping to gauge its power before he loses to the trio. He then lashes out with a wing, slamming them into the necks of one of the other beasts. Demetry comes in just after to bite, scratch and claw away at the remaining dragon.
Vincent
Attack: Dragon 1 (10 damage)
Attack: Dragon 2 (10 damage)
Action: None
Use: Potion of Defense x2 (+6 defense)
Summon: Demetry
Hp: 50/50
Ap: 1
Mp: 1
Demetry
Attack: Dragon 3 (5 damage)
Action: Smash (Dragon 3)
Dice: Offense
Hp: 25/25
Ap: 1
Mp: 1
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Heirophant_of_the_Broken Crew
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random mistakes rolled 9 4-sided dice:
1, 3, 4, 2, 3, 1, 4, 3, 3
Total: 24 (9-36)
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 7:51 pm
Small Green Dragon [24]
Attack: 5
Defense: 2
Combat: 3d4 [5]
Magic: 0
Life: 25 [5]
Equip: 0
Abilities: Fast Actor [4], Special Resistance [3]
Actions: Pesilence Dragon Breath
Pestilence Dragon Breath [4AP]
Deal special damage equal to your attack score to all targets on the battlefield who have attacked you or you enemies you attacked last round. This deals an additional special damage hit of the 1/2 damage next turn for the price of 2 AP to everyone damaged last round. If 2 AP is not spent next turn, you must re-use this skill at full cost. The maximum ammount of targets and 2 AP usages are equal to 1/3 of your attacks score. Multiple 2 AP spends will continue to 1/2 damage again.
[[Good thing I turn team-attack off. Course you do get a bonus for the higher difficulty fights if you are outnumbered and wish for enemy team-attack bonus on. ^.~ I doubt it, but here's your chance.]]
[[Giving you a day to redo any actions]]
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