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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 27, 2006 1:11:59 GMT -5
And here we find ourselves faced with yet another challenge where pride and malice reign supreme Battle #4 Malanuus Blood-Horn (DM's shorts) vs. Nextxes'Hesmodaottus Korzynkrarion-------------------------- As you rise up on the wooden platform to the sand covered surface of the arena, the thirst for blood wells in your throat. For this will be a ruthless battle where mercy will hold no sway. The platform continues to rise. As you look up dark shadows loom overhead. This is not surprising. The battle arena was not scheduled for use on this evening, so the decision not to light every torch in the place was made as not to bring any undue attention to this cloak-and-dagger event. Above you can hear the faint whispers of the small crowd, speaking in low tones marked by grunts and hissing. In this audience you will find no elven clerics or righteous men of god. Each warrior's chosen retinue is present along with those who have knowledge of the fight through their own underground circuit. All bets have been laid down and all are ready to see blood and death by the most violent means possible. You stand still as your platform locks into place on the arena grounds. You can hear the rest of the platforms around you do the same. You search for your enemy, the one you have sworn to tear apart, but for now you can only see the pillars which serve to separate the arena, a massive one in the center, and two smaller ones to its left and right. Malanuus (scent): You can make out the putrid scent of evil coming at you from all angles. Initiative rolls Malanuus 6+[dice=20] Nextxes 6+ [dice=20] (Initiative: Malanuus 15, Nextxes 11) NOTE: Please try to post in order of initiative whenever possible, and if you must ready an action to occur as a result of a particular trigger, feel free to PM me with that information. These requests are made to keep metagaming to a minimum. For now your line of sight to one another is completely blocked. You have no knowledge as to where your foe is. Any questions or concerns, feel free to ask. MAP
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Post by K Man on Jan 27, 2006 9:38:51 GMT -5
{Shakes...I am VERY impressed. This description is like a whole new life to the arena. All dark and mysterious! Excellent work.}
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Malanuus' large frame jolts slightly as the platform locks into place. Immediately he knows this is not right. Where were the cheering crowds? Where were the fans wearing colors and garb to support their champions?
Where was the good?
This place had become like night, swallowing Malanuus silently as though it was just to wet its appetite.
Ready to give this place a good shot of indigestion, Malanuus slips SkullSplitter out of its harness and takes but a single step Northeast. He would first gain bearings on this place, his enemy, and the evil present before he made any moves...
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{Scent 20 ft., Darkvision 60ft.}
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Post by Althael on Jan 27, 2006 10:45:01 GMT -5
(Gotta second Kman on that thought, very good ambiance.)
As the platform locks into place, Nextxes rise his head high, showing its massive size and height. The smell of battle, his favorite smell.
For all that he lives, he have no fear or doubt. His goddess were there for him, to crush his enemy into pieces, decapitating him to his smallest bone. There will be blood on the ring.
Although, he feels a bit like a circus beast or some kind of stupid attraction and stupid mortals enjoy.
For all that can happen, he hope to see an opponent bigger than him, for once. Everything is so small when it come to smash it in an arena.
He slowly lower his body to the ground to have all four hands on the dark sand that recover the place and start crawling like a spider in front of him, trying to contribute to the deafness of the arena.
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Post by K Man on Jan 27, 2006 11:02:11 GMT -5
{OOC: Just an FYI Althael, you may want to specify where you are heading. Directly South? To the West? 30 ft, 60 ft? Help Shakes out so she doesn't have to guess.}
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Post by Althael on Jan 27, 2006 12:13:14 GMT -5
(Oups, I assumed we were facing the center of the arena by default. So, yeah.. south. 30ft.
I'll specify in the future.)
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 27, 2006 14:29:11 GMT -5
Yes, everyone, please remember to be as clear as possible in regard to exactly what you want to do. I don't want to have to redo an entire post because I assumed incorrectly or you forgot to specify exactly what you wanted. -------------------------------- Slowly and steadily Malanuus draws his sword, a bit unsure of what to make of this scene. He had been told that there was someone. . . something. . . waiting in the woodworks with a challenge for the winner of the latest arena battle. He had been told that this would be a fight well worth his while. But now as he stands in the dim illumination, he knows deep within himself that something is not right. With this in mind, the minotaur begins this battle with caution, moving slightly, getting a feel for what may lie ahead. Nextxes takes in his surroundings, his dartlike tongue tracing the sharp points of his teeth. Oh yes, he would taste blood today. And the quicker the better. Adjusting to the lighting, hisfilmy purple eyes scan the arena. He takes no time to wait for his foe's approach. He would hunt and kill before the pathetic creature could even manage to raise a hand in defense or cry out for mercy. (move silently) (-10 penalty for moving at full speed) 8+[dice=20]=20 Malanuus (listen) 6+[dice=20]=25 As Malanuus stands poised, he finds that his strategy may have paid off. From the north of the arena, he can hear the sounds of a quick scurrying across the sand covered ground, and as he looks in the direction of the approaching noise, he is taken aback as one of the most dreadful creatures imaginable comes into full view. For now it crouches low to the floor, claws digging into the sand as it moves. It's sinewy body is massive , and sickening purple veins are visible running along its tough hide. You know not what this creature is. You can only guess, based on the horrific horns atop its head that a vile demon such as this could dwell only in the deepest layers of Hell. (Initiative Malanuus 15, Nextxes 11) MAP
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Post by K Man on Jan 27, 2006 14:45:46 GMT -5
{OOC: Malanuus suddenly stares at his hands as they hold...a sword? NO! he cries, Not my family axe! Gods why have you foresaken me!  Just kidding, but know that SkullSplitter is an axe, a great one at that.} Malanuus somehow expected this. The darkened arena, the creeping mold-like audience of evil...it was not a shock to see such a vile creature chosen as his enemy. Still...it was unnerving... No time to lose his head about it. Man, demon or god, all would fall to his swing. {OOC: From what I can tell, he's approx. 65 ft. from me. No good for a charge since you must hit the nearest spot. However...} After a quick judge of distant, Malanuus smiles. He would test his creature and see what it was made of. He takes one more step Northeast and smiles, calling in a guttural tone to the beast, one fitting of this darkened arena. "Come get some..."[5ft step Northeast. (free) and speak (free), Ready Action (move), Trigger = Approach of Nex to within strike distance] +12, 3d6+14+ d6 Cold, X3 Nat 20 [Nex has Cold Resist 5, so I would only do Cold damage on a 6 (1 Point)] EDIT: Didn't like look of solid blue, lightened it a bit. |
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Post by Althael on Jan 27, 2006 15:09:02 GMT -5
A minotaur... interesting. But strong? We'll see.
Nextxes remembered the scaly minotaur that he met long ago in the service of Yatt, the bastard that killed him almost two if not three times. This one seems different though, like if he was... weaker.
He was invincible. Such mortal things cannot defeat the mighty strength that him, and other immortals, possess. If he fail, he would return and slaughter it during his sleep, a charming weakness.
Nextxes get back on his legs, his enemy aware of him, his game has been crushed too quickly.
He moves slowly while getting on his feet, holding his body high, proud and hard.
It got muscles, probably as much as him. It have horns and a rather pretty axe. He'll have to watch this thing carefully. A bad move and he'll be dead rather quickly.
He think about what to do when he hear his word.
He smile back to the bull just before he screams. A scream from the deepest of his fiendish vocals cords, a powerful and raucous sound.
He wanted the help of the small crowd around, to make lots of noise.
Right after, he moves at the right of the central column to hide from the minotaur again.
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 28, 2006 1:05:31 GMT -5
Malanuus is ready to take this beast down. Stepping up once more, he raises his axe in a threatening manner, calling out the demon and daring it to step up. (readied action to attack upon approach) Nextxes stares down the minotaur, carefully measuring out what he is up against. He grins a menacing grin and begins to tread across the sand once more, opening his mouth to unleash a guttural screech which causes hairs to stand on end. Malanuus watches with surprised astonishment as this fell beast heads toward the large central pillar and disappears to the other side. (double move, though not the full 60 ft as that wasn't the impression I got) No hide check as Malanuus is clearly watching you and has at least an idea of where you might be. Malanuus readied action does not go off, you may continue to ready or take a new action on your initiative. Sneers can be seen on the faces of some in the small crowd. More hissing and mocking grunts of seeming laughter can be heard. A few encouraging howls, voices familiar to Malanuus. Yes, some support had arrived. Though for the most part, the crowd offers very little in the way of cheers. Nextxes can make out a few whispers and occassional shouts in dark languages targeted at himself. "Do not run like a coward," "Why do you delay?" "Kill the swine already." (Initiative Malanuus 15, Nextxes 11) MAP
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Post by K Man on Jan 28, 2006 1:37:57 GMT -5
Hmmm... Malanuus is suddenly reminded of a childhood memory....
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The sun was shining. The sickly sweet smells of the spring flowers mixed with the fresh blood of the hunt, causing the young Minotaur to wrinkle his nose. Malanuus' father had the boar slung over his shoulders as the two walked back to the village so that mother could make her famous spiced boar shank...but Malanuus had found an intricate web near a bush and paused.
"What is this father?"
"A trapdoor spider Mal. See how it lies in wait for its prey?"
Indeed, tucked far into its protective webbing sat a spider on it haunches. It was a coiled predator ready to strike at the first and slightest vibration. Chugging along through the underbrush was a heavy-shelled beetle.
"Watch this!" Malanuus' father shifted the boar to under one arm.
The beetle, oblivious to the spider's presence, walked steadily along. The spider, of course seeing this song and dance far too often, waited until the perfect time and then launched from the tube of silk.
It had seriously under estimated the heavy beetle. With an audible 'click', fangs dripping with venom bounced harmlessly of the chitinous shell and the spider was stunned. It fell to the ground, shaking and stammering as it tried to gain its balance.
The beetle, unphased, moved quickly and pinched the tender spider in between its powerful mandibles. In a sickly spray of green blood, the spiders life ended quickly and brutally...such was nature.
"Shouldn't the spider have won father?"
"No." The elder shook his head. "The spider struck from the shadows. The beetle was blessed with the strength to survive such cowardly tactics."
Malanuus' father kneeled and wrapped a massive hand around the youngling's shoulder.
"Listen to me Mal. When you are faced by an enemy that hides and lies in wait, like this spider, be the beetle. Pull it from its element and make it come to you. Running into the webbing is foolish and you will die. Understand?"
Malanuus shook his head 'yes'. The father shifted the boar back to his shoulder and the duo continued into the fading sunlight...
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Malanuus smiles. He too had seen this spider run and he would not dare its silken den of death.
"Come little spider..."
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Post by Althael on Jan 28, 2006 11:51:42 GMT -5
Nextxes ignore the comments and continu his 'game'. He is in the ring, alone with the minotaur, none shall have a single word on the fight, for he is the master of it. As he can hate it, he continu to think about it a short time after hearing them. Impatient fool, I'm using tactics, I am not running. Delay is a part of the pleasure. Continu to whine and you'll head in the same state as the thing.He is relatively happy this evening, he want to play with his food. And that is exactly what he is doing. Contrary to them, he is a bit too patient for my liking.. Come, come to me and you shall have the fight of your life.He moves down, running behind the small column. (Move silently +16) Move 65ft south east. (Malanuus movement updated at the same time)
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 29, 2006 0:53:51 GMT -5
Malanuus continues to wait as he edges closer ever so slightly. The minotaur will not step into the shadows with this foul demon, yet he wonders when this game of cat and mouse will come to an end. He calls for his foe to come forth. (5 ft. step east, readied action to strike on approach) Nextxes launches foward, paying no heed to the mocking calls from the pallid and sunken in faces of the crowd. He would take his time, enjoying every bit of the chase. Yet for some reason the minotaur did not run. No matter, Nextxes continues his jaunt around the arena hoping to draw forth something more from his dinner in waiting. (Run 65 ft, not going to bother with semantics as Mal can't reach you yet anyway even if he wanted to) Xex(move silently -20 penalty for running <you would still take the penalty for double moving, and you would only reach 60 ft. so don't worry> +2 bonus for sand) -2 + [dice=20]=4 Mal (Listen) 6+[dice=20]=24 Malanuus, as you stand in waiting you can hear the demon continuing to move. This time quickly. If you had to guess, which you don't, he is keeping to his intended direction, to the south and east of the arena grounds. You can hear the sand rise up and fall as the creature scrapes his claws along its surface. (Initiative Malanuus 15, Nextxes 11) MAP
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Post by Lin on Jan 29, 2006 11:24:26 GMT -5
Ahkanod Torcaed, who was affeciating known among his coven as the "Raper of Gnomes" did not pay three fine emeralds taken from the cold dead hands of a paladin of Yollanda (who, smote him twice while he was trying to stop him and those scars still hadn't headed) to see two giant beats dance the ballet and toss weak insults at each other, so the Barbed Devil stands up in his seat and loudly declares for all the crowd to hear:
"This is supposed to be watching the pain, not painful to watch. You breed with SLAAD! Both of you! Throw in a Bluie and watch the threesome begin!
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Post by K Man on Jan 29, 2006 13:27:32 GMT -5
Malanuus notices the rather loud and type-face shout from the audience. It had a point-- he was already in the web of the spider...what was he waiting for?Heaving his axe over his shoulder, Malanuus makes for the Southern end of the arena--and makes no effort to hide the sound of his movement. [Double move 55ft to this point;]
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Post by Althael on Jan 30, 2006 9:27:34 GMT -5
So he's coming. Let charge with him. This time, he run near the central column without trying to hide his steps either, he even make sure that the minotaur hear him. To let him know where he is. While moving, he yell in infernal. ''Come filthy mortal, let me cover your weak fluffy hide in blood.''(60ft., north west) |---(--)-----------[===]------------------|
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 30, 2006 14:13:50 GMT -5
Much of the crowd grows irate with the display of inaction unfolding before them on the arena grounds. Their taunts and threats continue to carry through the air as the two foes continue to play their own mind games as they prepare for the inevitable battle. Though is it so inevitable at this point. You have to wonder. Growing tired of the wait, Malanuus rushes to the south of the battlefield, where he is certain that he can hear his foe. He takes his place directly across from his foe, using the small column for whatever it is worth. Nextxes sinks onto his legs again, making yet another move across the sand and up toward the center column. This time he seems to have his game face on, though he still seems content to wait and watch. Big thing: The arena is set up for medium to small sized opponents. I never took into consideration the fact that I might have wanted to redesign the battlefield a bit for dealing with the two large sized creatures. I couldhave the four smaller pillars occupy 10 ft of space rather then 5 so that you may get to use them to your full advantage. Let me know quickly if you want me to adjust so I can readjust to accommodate. Otherwise it will stay the same. (Initiative Malanuus 15, Nextxes 11) MAP
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Post by K Man on Jan 30, 2006 14:34:07 GMT -5
{There really is no advantage in changing the pillars because we both have reach. Since we use reach, we used ranged rules for determining cover and it's very hard to gain cover when we're close enough to be melee, but using ranged rules...I hope that makes sense to you, 'cause it didn't to me.}
Growing increasingly tired of this lame cat and mouse game, Malanuus decides to try one last tactic. Taking a small step Northwest, Malanuus sticks his bovine tongue out at a ridiculous angle and dangles his hands limply out at his side. He crosses his eyes and wriggles his head back forth in a most mocking manner, speaking in his best high-pitched voice.
"My name is Nexto es'Hermaphrodittus Krapzncarrion!"
{Your name may be OOC, if it is, then insert something funny about demons and salt-water taffy.}
[5ft. Step NW, placing me in direct charge sight and reach]
[Free action to mock and taunt (Though 43 letters, it's only 6 words)]
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Post by TheZebraShakes™ on Jan 30, 2006 14:38:06 GMT -5
makes sense. it wasn't really a big thing in terms of combat, and yeah, you're right, no ranged attacks, so it's all good. I just thought to block charges and whatnot. But whatever. It's fine as is for now, until there's a ranged combat with two big creatures.
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Post by Althael on Jan 30, 2006 15:02:34 GMT -5
(Lol, that is the worst insult I have ever seen. But the image of a minotaur taking a high-pitched voice to insult like a kid is just wrong and hilarious. But yeah, it would be OOC.)
Miserable weaklings without respect. Is all that I have heard about minotaur are falls? In a way or an other, he will learn to stay silent.
Screaming again, the demon start running with all the unholy strength that flow in its muscles. Half way from where he was and where the minotaur is, Nextxes squat itself near the ground and use his six limbs to propels himself through the air quickly to land near Malanuus.
Upon landing he roar, his eyes wide open with a large quantities of purple-ish smoke coming out of them, showing the mino all of his precious and lethal teethes. Those who will soon be inside his flesh.
(Not sure about the exact distance between Nex and Mal, this 'map' confuse me a bit. Should be around 50ft. after Malanuus' moves. So Nex will run 20ft. SW and then make a 15ft. jump, placing him outside of Mal's reach to avoid an AoO. Jump DC 15, Jump skill: +18 )
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Post by K Man on Jan 30, 2006 16:31:28 GMT -5
{Athael: The only thing you can do with an intimidate check is try to demoralize me. From the SRD; You're not threatening me because you're not in melee, so it wouldn't work here. Also, Intimidate is a CHA related skill, not STR. So you would actually get a +2 (1 Rank +1 CHA Modifier), we're the same size so no extra bonuses there either. So really all you did was some acrobatics in front of me. ... ... ... Chicken. } |
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