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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 24, 2009 15:46:02 GMT -5
The Olympus Colliseum. It was a brilliantly plain, yet beautiful. It was an arena the size of a football stadium. There were white bleachers on either side of the battlefield going longways, while the other two sides were doorways that the competitors entered through. Through the northside doorway, the first competitor was entering. He walked about ten yards into the field. He looked around and smiled. This is where he loved to be. He stretched his right leg and then gave an angry battlegrowl. This was a sign for his competitor to enter.
Of course, this man wasn't just going to wait for the competitor to enter. He was going to give the crowd a show. Larenzo cracked his neck, sending shivers through the audience. Then Larenzo thrust his hands toward the ground. His hands entered the ground which became a swirling, black pool. Larenzo groaned as he lifted a giant chain that was three feet in width. Its length was undeterminable. He found a good grip and swung the chain over his head and then let go. The chain shot through the air and into a black portal in the sky. It continued moving, but suddenly stopped. It then began going back into the ground making a clinking noise.
From the sky, a creature flew into the stadium. It was Larenzo's summon, the Dracolich. A creature of true fear and evil. It hit the ground and gave a bloodcurdling screech. It sounded like the mix between an eagle and a tyrannosaurus rex. Its claws fully extended, Larenzo and his pet were ready for battle.
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Post by Faust on Apr 26, 2009 7:16:47 GMT -5
The loud roar of the monster shook the little waiting area, and only just barely wrested Red from the pages of his book. Wandering out into the arena, he looked at everyone in the audience and the two people on the field with him as though he had just woken up from a very peculiar dream and was trying to get his bearings on reality straight again.
He didn't say a word, but instead closed his book, put it aside, and pulled out a second one, this one on a leather strap and much older looking. Pushing his glasses higher up on his nose, he opened the book and skimmed through the pages before he came across the passage he was looking for. Looking up, he took a wistful glance at the monster he was supposed to be fighting. That monster born of Cain, perhaps? He decided he'd take a defensive tack, watching the creature to see what it would do first.
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 26, 2009 13:02:06 GMT -5
The competitor was here and it was time to begin the match. Larenzo looked at the Dracolich as it looked down at him. He nodded and then stomped his foot twice. The Dracolich's wings beat downward and it rose up to 100 feet in the air. Larenzo tore off his medallion and threw it into the air. As it spun, he ran foward towards Red. The medallion made a transformation. It grew to a diameter of four feet with the red ruby in the middle melding into four spokes in the middle of the circle. Six inch spikes shot out of the sides all around the weapon within six inches of each other.
Larenzo jumped in the air and caught the weapon when he was about 10 feet away from Red. He landed on the ground, spun the circle and slammed it into the ground, making it look as if he was going to send it rolling like a wheel of death toward Red. Instead, he went flying into the air again. He landed three feet away from Red right behind him. He swung the medallion straight towards Red's neck, spikes ready to remove the man's head.
Meanwhile, high above, the Dracolich began coughing. Black and purple spheres began falling down towards the competitors. Within ten seconds, ten of these spheres slowly fell towards the opponents.
SPHERES 75 FEET FROM GROUND
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Post by Faust on Apr 27, 2009 15:34:29 GMT -5
Red was now paying as much attention as he needed on the events of the battlefield (which in his case, was about fifty-fifty with his book.). Spinning around to face the attacker, he quickly backpedaled, ducking his head and glancing at his opponent with a blank, expressionless stare. Opening his book, he began to speak, reading from a passage detailing the grim exploits of a horrible monster.
"At dawn, when the Danes learned of Grendel's strength there was great weeping. The old King sat sadly crying for his men. Bloody footprints were found. But the following night, Grendel killed more- blinded by sin, he felt no remorse. So Grendel ruled, fighting right, one against many, and the greatest hall in all the earth stood empty at night..."
As he read, a dark and evil feeling began to emanate from the book, spreading around him and creating visions of pain and fear for anyone unwise enough to get to close. Looking into The Face of Evil was often enough to keep would-be assailants at bay, at least long enough for him to come up with a plan.
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 30, 2009 15:30:10 GMT -5
Larenzo expected his opponent to dodge the attack. The momentum of the swing spun Larenzo in a circle. He finished his spin by throwing the Medallion into the air and doing a cartwheel to close the distance between his opponent and him. The weapon landed in his hand and when Larenzo was fully erect and ready to swing, he saw something around the reader. Dark and twisted images stared at Larenzo. Images of the mage that had destroyed his village, images of his soulless father. Larenzo had no choice but to cartwheel away.
Larenzo got to a safe distance of the images that were watching him. He felt himself calming down. Everything was fine. All that Larenzo's opponent had done was buy a little more time. Larenzo looked up and watched the ominous black orbs continue to lower. Larenzo simply smiled...and whistled.
SPHERES 50 FEET FROM GROUND
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Post by Faust on Apr 30, 2009 16:13:06 GMT -5
It worked, but it seemed that Red had more to worry about at the moment. Even lost in the pages and the battle in front of him, he knew all about the black masses above his head. Flipping the pages, he immediately stopped the reading and moved on to a new passage.
"NONE of them knew the color of the sky. Their eyes glanced level, and were fastened upon the waves that swept toward them. These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves that seemed thrust up in points like rocks."
Seemingly of it's own accord, the book in Red's hands took to floating and turned as he recited his passage in an even, dangerous tone. Revolving around to face the summoner, the pages began to flip and turn an ominous shade of slate gray. There was a burst of salty wind, then a wave near as tall as a man burst from the page and began racing for the summoner.
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 30, 2009 16:36:45 GMT -5
When Larenzo whistled the Dracolich acted. It flew to the stands of people and hovered there. Meanwhile, Larenzo was already working his way up the wall into the bleachers while Red read from the passage. People screamed as Larenzo pushed his way through the previously entertained masses. The Dracolich lowered its tail and Larenzo made a jump to grab onto it. With a flick, the tail whipped Larenzo up onto its back and flew back to its original spot of 100 feet above the stadium. Larenzo laughed as he watched the water rush over where he stood only a moment ago. "Noice attempt, mate, but yah're gonna 'ave ta work 'arder den dat if you wanna beat me!!!"
Larenzo's coarse accent echoed over the spectators continuous screams of surprise and anger at Larenzo's trick. Meanwhile, the field was about to be covered with the black spheres of destruction.
SPHERES 25 FEET FROM GROUND
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Post by Faust on Apr 30, 2009 17:19:35 GMT -5
Red made an impatient huffing sound, the closest thing to an original thing actually spoken by him in a long while. He only had enough time for one more reading, it seemed, before he had to brace himself for whatever those spheres contained. Backing up to the back wall of the arena, he defiantly turned the page and began to read.
"She could not make out what she had written through her tears; little rainbows were quivering on the table, on the floor, on the ceiling, as though she were looking through a prism. She could not write, she sank back in her easy-chair and fell to thinking of Gorny. My God! how interesting, how fascinating men were!"
As he read, a spell was woven. All around the range of his voice, everything seemed to slow down, as though the very fabric of reality was holding its breath in anticipation to hear about what would happen next. And then, with an almost malicious air, Red interrupted the flow of his narrative to go to the most random quote he could manage.
"...it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out of it..."
With that sudden phrase, the spell was suddenly and violently broken. Anyone within earshot would be suddenly struck with a severe, almost painful confusion, at least if his reading was working properly. If it didn't... Red focused first on the giant spheres headed towards him, prepared for more than a little pain.
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 30, 2009 18:50:35 GMT -5
"C'mon now," Larenzo had grown accustomed to taunting his opponent, "How 'bout hittin' me wit' summin instead o' readin' from some book!" As if granting his wish, the Dracolich suddenly began crying out. Larenzo suddenly felt a strange sensation in his mind. "Wha'...wha's happenin'? Wha'dya do wit' us!?" The Dracolich began stumbling through the air. It sometimes forgot how to flap its wings. Larenzo dropped to the Dracolich and began rolling around. He couldn't explain any of what was happening. He still had his wits, but didn't have control of how his mind made his body work.
All of that didn't matter, however. The first bubble had hit the area of the stadium that Larenzo and Red had been battling. Another bubble followed, and another, and another. Soon the bubbles hit the ground from where Red was backed against the wall to where Larenzo had previously climbed up into the bleachers ((width-wise across the field)). And what was happening when the bubbles hit the ground? They exploded like they were filled with dynamite. The sound of the explosion was deafening. The shockwave expanded a full 6 foot radius around the orb. Ten of this orbs had hit the ground and exploded around Red. Sand flew into the air and craters were blown into the battle field. It would be a miracle for Red to get out of this unscratched.
As the last bubble fell, the Dracolich fell to the ground in its confusion. It collapsed to the ground and groaned. It wasn't fully defeated, but it surely needed a rest.
DRACOLICH DOWN 2 TURNS
((I did my best to act out what your spell would cause.))
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Post by Faust on Apr 30, 2009 19:09:34 GMT -5
"Waah!"
Sounds! Vocal sounds! And it turned out in order to get our purposely mute hero to utter a sound was to cause giant explosions at his feet. Flying off his feet, the force of the explosions caused him to tumble onto the ground. Scrambling upright, he began to run, any way he thought would save him. Wind blew his hair out of sync, caked his pristine clothes in dust and grit.
"Haa...haa...haa..." He managed to get through the blast, battered and winded, but at the very least in one piece. He opened his book, and froze. He couldn't get any ideas for what to read. He only had defensive spells open to him. Growling, he shut the book and latched it with the leather strap. "Come on!" He mouthed, rushing for the large monster and raising the book up high, swinging it with all his might (Which wasn't much, but hopefully the increased weight of the book would even his poor offensive capabilities out.)
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 30, 2009 19:22:13 GMT -5
Larenzo wasn't a very emotional man. In fact, he frowned upon any sort of emotion except happiness at the misfortune of others. However, if there was any exception, it would be the Dracolich. "Don't. Yah. Dare." Larenzo threw the Medallion through the air straight toward Red's neck. Larenzo began running after his weapon with a crazed look in his eye. Once he was close enough, he jumped through the air and attempted to tackle Red to the ground.
Red had a choice to make. Have his head taken off by a flying chakram, or duck and be tackled by Larenzo. Of course, there was those pesky third party decisions, but Larenzo would keep going for the physical combat. He would continue scratching and punching and grabbing until he made contact with Red. Why? Because Larenzo had a special ability within him that would win this fight. All he needed was to barely touch his opponent.
DRACOLICH DOWN 1 TURN
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Post by Faust on Apr 30, 2009 19:53:45 GMT -5
"Nggh!" Red broke off the attack instantly and tried to avoid the chackram. He got a cut on his shoulder for his agility. At the same time, the chakram glanced off his book, wrenching it from his hands.
That was bad. Red's mind, now completely focused on the battle, ran at an almost unmatchable clip. Red's memory for exact phrases was hardly exceptional; without that book to read from, The Tempest was out. What's worse, his opponent hardly looked happy. He had to think, had to say something, anything... And he got it! Rearing up like a cornered animal, he called out in a hiss.
"Assssssssmodeussssss!"
From the book, the same images of pain and terror from before, when Red was talking about Grendel, rose to life. Whether or not it would work in time was up for debate...
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Post by Renewed Gemini on Apr 30, 2009 20:29:52 GMT -5
Larenzo crawled after Red as he ran away, but found that he couldn't catch him. Instead, he turned around to notice the book and his chakram laying right in front of his Dracolich. The creature laid there, looking at the curious object that had very obviously caused him harm. Larenzo walked up to it slowly, laughing to himself. "So dis is da weapon dat did all da damage ta me buddeh here, eh?" Larenzo said. As if on cue, he heard Red yell out one word. Suddenly, the fearsome images came back!
"NO! NO!" Larenzo dropped to the ground covering his eyes. However, the Dracolich had other plans. The only way to get rid of the fears would be to devour them. The Dracolich reached its tongue out to wrap around the book and suck it back into its mouth and down its throat.
And with that it stood back up, ready for the final attack.
((What a fantastic 100th post...haha. Feel free to try to change what happened. I don't wanna god-mod))
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Post by Faust on May 2, 2009 16:08:47 GMT -5
Red coughed. He had spoken more in this one battle than he had for much of the week. And to top it all off, he hadn't accomplished overly much for his efforts, especially compared to the bad repair of his own clothing. If he could only get his hands on his book...
"...!" Red gasped, as he saw the fate that was about to befall his book. Rushing forward, he was only a moment to late to stop it from being wrapped by the creature's tongue. He stood there, dumbfounded. It ate his book?
It...
...ate...
...his book?
Fuming, he pulled out the first phrase he could think of from memory. "These waves were of the hue of slate, save for the tops, which were of foaming white, and all of the men knew the colors of the sea. The horizon narrowed and widened, and dipped and rose, and at all times its edge was jagged with waves..."
He smiled with a mixture of fury and rueful joy. Let's see how enough saltwater to buffet a man sits in your stomach, monster!
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Post by Renewed Gemini on May 2, 2009 18:38:14 GMT -5
Larenzo simply watched with a smile on his face as Red continued his nice little chant. He then turned to see the Dracolich begin writhing in pain from the extreme amount of salt-water eat at its insides. Larenzo gained a pitying look on his face and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sahrry, mah friend. Sacrifices must beh made en a battle such ahs this." The Dracolich gave an understanding groan and then glowed. It turned transparent and disappeared, but the book was, too, long gone. It was within the belly of the beast within the summon's world.
Larenzo turned to Red. "Now then, yah 'ave no weapon. Yah 'ave no spells. Ah'm feelin' a sense of pride right now so Ah'm gonna beh merciful. Just lay down an' accept defet an' maybe Ah'll just walk away and claim mah prize. If not, Ah will strike yah down right here."
((And now it gets interesting. *salutes*))
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao