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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 24, 2005 18:03:41 GMT -5
***Never got a chance to use this guy***
Glitch walks into the arena.
*Short post*
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Post by dragonmoon on Mar 24, 2005 22:49:30 GMT -5
Ah, first person to show. *rubs hands together evilly*
What you do here is pretty much up to you. You can wait for someone else to show up, fight NPCs, heck, you can dance around in a tutu if you want. Hm, that might even bring more people in. *rubs hands greedily*
Ya' know, that's kinda fun...
*does the Mr. Burns*
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 26, 2005 17:04:23 GMT -5
*Blasts things with his laser eye*
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Post by dragonmoon on Mar 26, 2005 23:32:19 GMT -5
*taps shoulder*
Could ya' blast Curse a few times for me while you're at it?
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 26, 2005 23:55:53 GMT -5
*Blasts curse in the leg*
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 27, 2005 16:12:24 GMT -5
Glitch extends the blades attached to his arms to form a 90 degree angle from the blade to the arm, and gets in a fighting position.
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Curse
Novice
May barbarians invade your personal space!
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Post by Curse on Mar 27, 2005 16:15:11 GMT -5
I was talking to curse Skirmish slashes you.
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 27, 2005 16:16:42 GMT -5
(((OOC: Ummmm... you gotta be a little more specific. How did you come to slash me? What steps did you take? Did you charge at me? Did you somehow sneak from the behind?)))
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Post by Kait on Mar 27, 2005 16:22:20 GMT -5
((OOC: This thread is way out of control and far outside of the posting style for Embyr Haven. Curse, I have to ask you to stick with the posting style used in the other rpgs here at Embyr Haven. You seem to have more of a chatroom posting style which is unacceptable here. Paragraph posts with description and detail please. Also, double posting isn't allowed unless a thread dies off and you're trying to pick it up again. All posts that do not fit the Embyr Haven posting guidelines are about to be deleted. Thank you.))
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 27, 2005 16:23:59 GMT -5
Glitch side steps the slash to skirmish's left with great speed and swings his right arm to Skirmish's side with the blade to slice him.
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Post by dragonmoon on Mar 27, 2005 22:57:18 GMT -5
((OCC: Ooh, sorry Kate, that's largely my fault with the posting style thing. I need to work on that a little myself. ))
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Post by Soulcatcher on Mar 31, 2005 13:33:52 GMT -5
well I need an opponent!
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Post by Arashiko2099 on Mar 31, 2005 14:11:32 GMT -5
"I"ll fight you dude. The name is Jupiterian Makavian Demetrius the 3rd. But call me Jup." Upon his intro Jup pulls out his staff and swings at Glitch's head.
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Post by Crowley on Apr 30, 2005 1:11:53 GMT -5
Vatic let off a telepathic grumble. He was lost and he knew it. The only thing preventing him from torching half the city around him was that he was hungry and he knew that by setting things afire, he wouldn’t be able to fill his raging stomach.
“Vatic, look forwardâ€
Vatic did as the sword told, and he saw a sign. It read The Arena, Do Battle and Get Booty. He grinned.
“So, I get to fill my stomach on the money and you get to fill your lust for blood at the very same time. How… Convenient.â€
He moved towards the sign and read the small print. The Arena will not be held responsible for the loss of limbs or the deaths of all participants. He guffawed a laugh.
“What fun.â€
After looking at the poster and memorising the directions which would lead him to this Arena, he moved forward.
As Vatic neared, there was a noticeable increase in beggars, merchants and people who looked like they were fans.
“Mi lord, spare a coin would ya?†“Buy your very own dragon-skinned purse today!†“DEATHCLAWWWWWWW!â€
The chorus of their words struck a familiar note with Vatic. He loved the city and this was what it meant to be in it. One giant cacophony of noise where you could lose yourself for hours.
No sooner had these thoughts ran through his mind did Vatic see the first signs of the Arena. It stood tall in front of him, more of a coliseum than an arena. He figured it could fit, roughly, around two hundred audience members. Not to the standards of other such places of intentional death he had seen, but not bad. Not bad at all.
He neared closer to the gates which led to The Arena’s body.
The ticket-seller took one glance at Vatic’s garments and yelled out a “GET LOST YA BUM!â€
Vatic raised his head and lowered his hood, so now his eyes were piercing those of the ticket-seller. “What?†Vatic’s mouth did not move, and yet the seller could hear the words as if there was a megaphone in his head.
“I said… Um…â€
Vatic flashed a grin and drew closer still, his face now barely inches from the shivering mess that was the ticket-seller. “Yes?†The word was so pleasant it was evil.
“Nothing.†He stuttered in reply. “You’re here to fight, yes?†Sweat poured down the man’s face.
Vatic nodded, slowly, all the while with a maniacal grin across his face.
“The fighter’s entrance is through the side, sir. Want me to, er, show you where it is, sir?†Vatic shook his head, turned his grin into a smile and said “No, ‘twill be fine. I fill find it myself.†And made his way towards what he figured to be the warrior’s entrance. As he entered, he was overcome with the smell of sweat and blood coupled with what was undoubtedly rotting flesh. A few men of what looked to be 6’5, armed with maces, approached him.
“Well, what do we have here?â€
Vatic remained silent. Bane began to hum.
“Well, it looks like this here fellow has a musical instrument for a weapon. Let’s see how you use it, little man.â€
Vatic shrugged, moved his right hand and took up a firm grip over the hilt of his rune sword.
“Well?â€
Vatic let off a telepathic sigh only he could hear, and unsheathed the blade. As if by its own command, it made its way to the throat of the first hooligan and sliced through it with the care of a chef. Before the other two could move, the sword had found its way into the stomach of another. The sword let off a terrifying howl, and all turned to look as the second man died.
By this time, the third man was practically pissing in his pants and made to run. Vatic leapt and brought the sword so it balanced dangerously close to this last man’s groin.
The thug stopped in his tracks. “Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want.â€
Vatic smiled and withdrew his sword to the sanctuary of its sheath. With his mind voice, he questioned. “Well, well, well. Anything eh? How about all your money? Sound good bucko?â€
The thug nodded rapidly, emptied his pockets, and handed them towards Vatic.
“Thank ye kindly, you may leave now.â€
The thug ran.
Bane protested. “LET ME HAVE HIS BLOOD!â€
“No. We’ve proven our point.â€
“Bahâ€
Vatic moved towards the centre of the arena where he found himself to be the centre of attention. He let out a yell.
“Anybody here who dares challenge me?â€
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Post by dragonmoon on Apr 30, 2005 7:17:05 GMT -5
The Elven Dragon Moon chuckles from atop a wall where she sits, one leg hanging over the side. She called down, "You look to be the first person to come who's actually serious. And personaly, I think it can get rather boring here. Not enough people coming."
Moon lept down into the fighting area and walked toward the newcomer. "First though, do you have a name?"
((Ooh, this would be my first time since my old chat-battles. Be glad this ain't that.))
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