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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 21, 2006 6:17:19 GMT -5
OOC: Rare you will post your intro first... and you will get the last move.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 28, 2006 10:11:59 GMT -5
OOC: If you ever need to know who is who or what rank they are check the Arena standings page it keeps track of all that and I keep it updated rather quickly.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 1, 2006 17:58:35 GMT -5
Krans stepped into the blood-soaked walls of the red room, walking past the enchanted basin. He glowered at the ground as he thought what would happen if he lost. I lost my pride once, not again today. He thought to himself, striding up the slippery stairs into the brisk breezes and the cheering of the crowd. He took a quick glance at all he owned, and what he lost. His mind raced to those bandit he slew so long ago, the blood on his hands as he sliced them... It was too much. His mind changed to thought of glory this match could bring, redeeming himself to the crowd and the world. Most importantly, however, he would prove to himself that he is not a failure, a blood crazed failure. He reached the top of the steps and stood silently in the cool breeze as he waited anxiously for his opponent to arise from the darkness of the other Red Room.
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 1, 2006 18:41:06 GMT -5
Maelin walked up the stairs, wondering if he would walk back down them. He heard his opponent was an argonian. He wondered whether he had ever met or seen his opponent in his exploits. He Opened the door. Feeling the breeze and eyeing his opponent warily. he knew how important match was. It would test his endurance,his stamina,his strenght,and his mind. He knew it would test his limits. His hand was on his shortsword. He was ready.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 1, 2006 20:22:53 GMT -5
OOC: Just so you know jjam you attack first
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 2, 2006 0:10:44 GMT -5
As the gates rose. Maelin threw half a dozen shurikans and the argonian. Each one was aiming for a vital point. He stood in an offensive stance, and drew his shortsword.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 2, 2006 15:10:05 GMT -5
Krans saw each of the shurikans coming, whizzing through the air with a fatal whistle. Krans raised his shield in time to br rewarded with the thunk of the shurikans sticking into the worn wood on the shield. Krans did not get them all however. One shurikan flew underneath the shield, hitting his thigh. It landed into it, causeing blood to trickle from the protruding throwing star. Krans grunted in pain as he quickly tore it out, sending blood onto his raiment, causing it to discolor from the strange properties of argonian blood.
Think fast Krans, he's a nimble one. Krans glanced around the arena floor, looking for inspiration. There! He thought as he saw a skeleton. He only hoped a Mage's guild member wasn't there. Using some magic he reanimated the skeleton, causing it to rise from the power entering it. Its cold stare looked grimly at Krans, waiting for a command. Krans yelled, "Grab a sword and kill the elf!" The skeleton grabbed a sword on the ground and walked unsteadily towards Maelin with the hopes of sending him to the purgatory that it had resided in before.
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 2, 2006 20:29:55 GMT -5
The Skeleton was coming quickly and Maelin had to think fast.Time for a trick he learned in the Dark Brotherhood. He plucked an arrow and shot it at the Argonian. He murmured a few words and the arrow exploded in a flash of fire.This technique had a tremendous effect on his Magicka. He barely had enough for a healing spell. Unfortunately for Maelin, The explosion had failed to stop the skelton which was almost in striking distance of him. Maelin Cursed and drew his shortsword.
Maelin was not well trained in short range combat.He needed all of his strenght for this fight.
OOC: I need to know what kind of sword the skeleton is wielding
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 3, 2006 15:00:12 GMT -5
OOC: Iron
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 3, 2006 19:35:13 GMT -5
OOC: i mean like short, long, or claymore.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 3, 2006 20:18:27 GMT -5
OOC: Ah, long
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 3, 2006 20:45:04 GMT -5
OOC: its your turn.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 4, 2006 15:46:24 GMT -5
The explosion of light stunned Krans, knocking him back. Damn Bosmer and their arrows... Krans thought as he wiped at his eyes to clear his vision. His vision returned and he saw Maelin fighting his skeleton. Hmmmm, I wonder... Krans thought for a moment until a idea flickered in his mind. He chanted a older spell he knew, one that saved him on countless occasions. "Shorak dro MORA!" He yelled into the air. A massive comet-like fireball appeared above him as every last ounce of magicka was drained out of him. The skeleton shattered as its lifeline broke, sending the spirit inside to the abyss it came from. Krans aimed at the Bosmer and threw the fireball along the ground, much like a bowling ball. The air hissed and ground burned as it rolled toward the elf.
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Post by Abaddon on Nov 4, 2006 20:01:31 GMT -5
The skeleton shattered. then,Maelin's eyes widened as the Fireball shot towards him. He had studied destruction for three months in the summerset isles. This spell took a helluva lot of magicka, in addition they had a nasty sideffect of blowing up on contact.
Maelin picked up the skeleton's longsword. He spun to build torque and then heaved it at the fireball. Unfortunately the fireball blew up. Maelin was thrown into a wall,inchs above the spearheads. Maelin slid downward. His entire frame was scorched and his shortsword was burnt to a hunk of disfigured metal.
Maelin plucked an arrow and fired it at a pillar the argonian was standing next to and let it fly. Maelin snapped his fingers and the arrow exploded, thus Collapsing it. the pillar fell toward the Argonian.
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Post by RareCarpet on Nov 4, 2006 20:24:26 GMT -5
Krans saw his fireball explode sending Maelin into a wall. Krans had a moment of triumph when he saw a arrow shoot out of the smoke. Oh shit... Krans thought as it exploded when it hit the pillar near him. It toppled over, aiming straight at him. Krans rolled to one side, just missing the pillar. It crashed into the arena floor, sending sand and dust everywhere, creating a cloud. Krans second eye-lid shut on reflex as the sand hit his face. The cloud gave him a idea. Krans reached to his belt and found he still had a potion still intact. He thanked the Nine as he drunk the potion, tasting the bitterness of a magicka potion. The potion took affect almost immediately. Krans felt the rush of the magicka reform inside himself. He also felt the energy start to leave him as the energy leave him. Oh the irony...
Krans aimed a lightning bolt into the dust and shot, sending dust everywhere. The arena pit was obscured by a dust cloud, sending the crowd into a rage. Krans unsheathed his sword and vanished into the dust cloud, waiting for his moment to strike.
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