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 Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 12:25 pm
Use default class stats, unless you have a special item or attribute.
Use the random number generator 1-20 for hitting and missing.
Miss: 1-10
Hit: 11-20
Link to your journal in your introductory post and generate a number 1-20 on it, whoever has the highest strikes first.
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
20!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 12:33 pm
Journal
Corsage set down on the edge of the coliseum, catching her breath from her journey home from Priyal. Her blood was still pumping from the battle with Sann and she looked around the massive arena, almost expecting her to have followed her to take back the symbol. Another opponent would do her good, keeping her strength up for when she met Efreet.
Moving out of the shadows of the entrance, she let the sunlight warm her scales. She looked around the dusty coliseum in a challenge. Yes, another opponent would do her good.
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
16!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 2:28 pm
Name: Anarel
Hit Points: 110
Attack Points: 10
Class: Archer
A slight whizzing sound could be heard through the air before it was ended by a muffled thump. A silver arrow had embedded its sharp tip into the ground, mere inches from where Corsage stood.
Standing atop a high pillar on the other side of the coliseum was a figure of a man, sheathed in white, layered clothing. A quiver of arrows could be seen on his back, as well as a silver dagger clasped to his belt -- those being the only visible weapons on him.
"Do yourself a favor, lizard, and hand over that symbol!" Anarel's voiced boomed across the Coliseum grounds.
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
7!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 3:08 pm
A mild twitch went through Corsage's jaw. Lizard? Hand over my symbol?! Anger swelled through her chest as she snatched up the arrow and broke it, not taking her eyes from the figure perched across the arena.
"It's not polite to take things that aren't yours, boy, but if you want my symbol so badly, you may have one of these!" At the last word she flung her dagger at him. Her release felt awkward even as she did it. Her daggers were meant for the air and throwing one with the ground under her feet was odd. Nevertheless, she tensed as it flew, ready to dodge should the stranger loose another arrow.
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
14!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 5:43 pm
His eyes narrowed as they caught on to the bright glint of her dagger as it flew at him. Modi, his own special dagger, has been at his side for many years now, and Anarel was all to familiar with the composition and makes of several daggers created within Asgard.
The blade flew at him with great speed, spinning hilt over blade, but his archer eyes had no problem keeping track of it. At the right moment, his arm jutted upward, catching the sharp blade of the dagger, by accident. The tip of the dagger remained motionless a few centimeters from his forehead. A bit of blood trickled down his finger from a tiny incision the blade made across his it.
Anarel took in a quick breath, flipping the dagger so that he caught its hilt, unclasped Modi from his own belt at the same time, and gripped that dagger in his other hand. He was now armed with two daggers. Anarel wasn't one for close combat, but he decided to be a little adventurous and see how experienced this dragon was in hand to hand.
"I believe this is yours!," Anarel replied from high upon the pillar, smirking.
And with that, he threw the dagger back at her with the same grace and accuracy as she displayed earlier. The blade whizzed through the wind, shining as it picked up light from the noonday sun.
As soon as the blade went flying, Anarel leaped forth from his place on the pillar, landing on the ground. He continued to charge at her, gaining speed as he did, with Modi positioned in front of him at a deadly angle. Corsage's shoulder was dead center in his gaze.
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
14!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 6:44 pm
Holding in a blush as the stranger deftly caught her dagger and 'returned' it to her. She knew her own blade well enough to catch it by the hilt as it sped towards her, but the stranger's sudden charge was almost unnoticed until it was too late. Breath caught, she barely saw the blade, but cried out in sheer pain as it furrowed into her shoulder.
Corsage jerked back, and the blade drew a spill of blue green blood as it exited. Pain raced like fire through her, and the sight of her own blood drew anger as well as tears. Efreet below, it hurts. But the stranger now within reach, her other hand shot up of its own accord and went for his face, claws begging for his blood.
HP:90/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
2!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 9:22 pm
Anarel felt the blade sink into her flesh, then pulled it from her. The dragon's blood spattered onto his white clothing.
Turning his head slightly to look her in the eyes, a clawed hand came rushing at his face. Unable to react quickly enough, he jerked his head back in preparation to dodge them, but was short. The claws dug into one side of his face, drawing upward, then scraping down from his forehead, across an eye, and down his cheek.
The pain seared into him like fire. Trickles of blood ran down his face, lacing his nose and lips. Angered, he spat at her face with mixture of saliva and blood, then lunged forward, leg raised. He wanted to plow the heel of his boot into her gut.
100/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
2!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 9:54 pm
The stranger's warm blood smeared her cheek and peppered her neck. He went for a low kick but Corsage danced out of his reach. "Lizard am I? Pretty good for a lizard." She spat the word through her shaking voice. Her shoulder felt as though it were in a vice but she refused to touch it. Her own hot blood fell freely from the wound, drenching her arm.
It was her symbol, her symbol he wanted. If she lost, he would no doubt take all her jewels, leave her empty pouch for her to mourn over. A new surge took over as the stranger regained his balance. This human would have her jewels over her dead body. Physical pain forgotten in the pain of loss, she rushed forward, both claws at the ready to tear through his bloodied garments and rip his heart out if that's what it took to keep her sparkling beauties out of his hands.
HP:90:100
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
11!
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 10:22 pm
Anarel felt his boot give way into thin air as his target maneuvered herself out of his kicking range. His boot stomped loudly on the ground in response to its failed attack.
"Yes," his lip twitched from the blood that ran down it, "...but not good enough! Sann's symbol is as good as mine!"
Seeing both claws rushing at him, sharp and deadly, he used his rigid forearms, and pushed them up underneath her wrists before his chest was torn to bits. Her arms were knocked away to their respective sides, leaving her upper body wide open.
Although Anarel was not skilled in close combat, which was evident by the glaring wound Corsage had left on his face, he could easily spot an opportunity to attack when he sees one.
While her hands flung to the sides, he lunged forward with his own tight, balled fist, and aimed for her jaw.
100/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
20!
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2007 4:23 pm
Her arms knocked to the sides, Corsage flung her her head to the side, jaw clenched for the blade that would undoubtedly come. The sudden sensation of being hit with a brick cracked through her jaw and a strangled cry of pain and surprise worked through her throat.
Stumbling back, she started to bring her hand up to her face, but the movement brought spikes of pain through her shoulder. It throbbed, but the stranger's words echoed through her mind. As good as his? As good as HIS?! Clenching her jaw, or as much as she could through the swelling, she squared herself again. He hadn't pulled a blade on her, opting to just humiliate her with a good punch, sure to make her look ridiculous when her jaw finally stopped puffing up. He even prefaced it with yet another threat to her symbol.
He was trying to make her angry. The realization hit her and though she tried to pull her emotions under control, it was to no avail. "You disgusting little..." She was angry again; swelled jaw and bleeding shoulder be damned, she would rip this boy's guts out before the day was through. Right arm held up to protect her vulnerable neck, she rushed forward, ramming her arm spikes toward his chest and dragging her left arm up to dig a hole in his stomach.
HP:80/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
6!
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:38 pm
Anarel spotted the first set of spikes rushing at him, and managed to lean backward our of range, but the second uppercut of spikes, he only barely managed to notice a split second after. He tried to lunge back this time, but trying to lunge backward as his body was already leaning backward, proved to be difficult.
Whatever it was that Anarel tried to do, it was a second too late. Corsage's arm spikes managed to create a large gash across his belly as he was lunging. His own blood laced graceful splatters across his already bloody face as the spikes continued their movements upward.
"Grah!"
Anarel winced in pain, staggering back before reluctantly regaining his own balance. He placed a hand on his stomach -- a futile attempt to stop the blood flow. Blood rushed through his closed fingers.
Anarel felt panic creeping its way up his back, and he began to look around for a place to hide. The only things in the Coliseum that could serve as shelter would be the giant pillars that surrounded the Coliseum grounds. He turned around in the opposite direction, and hobbled his way toward the nearest pillar, making his way around it outside of Corsage's view. He didn't mind if the dragon knew where he was -- he only needed a few seconds. He leaned his back against the pillar, feeling slight relief as his weight was transferred. He slid down slightly, grabbing a handful of sand from the ground.
90/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
17!
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:38 am
A surge of triumph went through her blood ran through her claws and a fierce grin widened on her face with the stranger's cry of pain. But it quickly faded as his cocky attitude vanished with the sudden flow of blood. He staggered, trying to stem the flow, but it continued to fall. Then he ran.
Corsage watched, dumbfounded, as he stumbled behind a pillar. The arena was suddenly silent but for his ragged breathing and the sound of dirt grinding as he sunk to the ground. She was suddenly very aware of the hot spatters of his blood mixing with her own as it oozed from her wound. The fire in her shoulder and the throbbing in her jaw came back to her and she reached to her shoulder to it with her undamaged arm. It was starting to clot finally, but her arm was still slick with her own drying blood.
It suddenly struck her she was wide open should the stranger choose to loose another arrow on her. Caught between running to hide and chasing down the stranger, she quivered underneath the sun. Her claw went to stroke her treasure bag. The symbol was there, nestled between the other jewels she had found through the years hiding in the rocks of Emberfall. The strangers words came back with a bite in her mind. "Do yourself a favor, lizard, and hand over that symbol!" Uncertainty twisted into anger. "...But not good enough! Sann's symbol is as good as mine!" And anger swelled into rage.
"So it's all attitude until you get hurt huh?" Her thoughts exploded into voice. Her feet moved her towards his pillar. "Thought you were going to just take my symbol?! Just rip it right out of my hands!" Her voice cracked and bolts of pain shot through her jaw but she didn't care. "I got it, do you hear me, it's mine, IT'S MINE!" She was screaming at the back of the pillar and suddenly she hated him. Hated him with more passion than she could ever give words to. She found herself rounding the pillar. He could be back there with an arrow, ready to put it through her belly, but she didn't care anymore.
"Don't you ever try to come between me and my treasures..." She wasn't sure if the thought was aloud but when Corsage saw the white of his clothing, her hands shot out to drag him all the way to the ground. Grind him into the dirt, make him sorry he ever tried.
HP:80/100
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rtfct generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
20!
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 11:36 am
The calm that Anarel felt was abruptly interrupted as he was suddenly yanked by Corsage down to the ground. A surge of pain shot through him as his abdomen flexed in reaction to the impact his back made with the dirt ground below. Blood oozed forth as his body was slammed to the ground.
Corsage dragged him. He felt the rocks and the sharpness of other objects on the Coliseum grounds grind into his backside.
Not having time to think about the appropriate move to make, as his attention was divided between pain and his body being dragged, he flung his palm full of sand at Corsage's face, hoping to get some in her eyes.
He would have to find time for the spell elsewhere.
80/110 HP
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Silent Comet generated a random number between
1 and 20 ...
12!
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 6:25 pm
Her cry was pathetic as she let go of the stained and ripped tunic to scratch at her eyes. The dust and tiny rocks stung terribly and her shoulder flared up as the wound stretched, working the dirt further into it. It was a dirty trick he had pulled, but it worked.
Angry and in pain, she worked loose a merge between a growl and a whine. Tears streaming down her face and the harshly blurred pillar next to her the only recognizeable figure, she kicked fiercely at where the stranger's head had been a moment ago.
HP:70/100
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