An Open Challenge
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An Open Challenge
This is just a traditional open challenge. It's open to anyone, though I'd like an opponent with a fair amount of experience. I only ask that you take the time to describe your character in battle, and show his abilities through his actions, rather than merely directing me to the Book of Warriors. Aside from that standard fair. You can choose a battlefield and make an entrance.
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[quote="Ooc]Am I what you would consider an expierenced player?
I will accept your challenge and abide by your rules if you see me fit as an oponent.[/quote"]
Isolation...
Misery...
Despair...
All things that come to mind when visiting the ancient temple perched on these melancholy cliffs. Even the wind seems avoid this cold place and the most devout from the ancient brotherhood has forgotten its existence.
Regardless of the conditions, a single pilgrim, dressed in a Spartan black business suit and wearing a brass mask cut with a double armed cross. Despite the cold this man doesn’t shiver in his concentration. He is seated cross-legged near the edge with candles burning in a circle around him, the only illumination this side of the mountain will see until dawn. A gesture with his index finger and half the candles extinguish silently, a flick of his wrist and they relight. He sensitive ears hear something that seems to ring out like a gong. Merely a pebble falling has broken his peace. He places his palm on the ground and waits for the faint echoes to stop.
I will accept your challenge and abide by your rules if you see me fit as an oponent.[/quote"]
Isolation...
Misery...
Despair...
All things that come to mind when visiting the ancient temple perched on these melancholy cliffs. Even the wind seems avoid this cold place and the most devout from the ancient brotherhood has forgotten its existence.
Regardless of the conditions, a single pilgrim, dressed in a Spartan black business suit and wearing a brass mask cut with a double armed cross. Despite the cold this man doesn’t shiver in his concentration. He is seated cross-legged near the edge with candles burning in a circle around him, the only illumination this side of the mountain will see until dawn. A gesture with his index finger and half the candles extinguish silently, a flick of his wrist and they relight. He sensitive ears hear something that seems to ring out like a gong. Merely a pebble falling has broken his peace. He places his palm on the ground and waits for the faint echoes to stop.
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The masked man waited, and felt the approach of his coming opponent in the vibrations of his palm. However, it did not take him long to realize that this vibration he perceived was not the approach of footsteps, but a resonance, an almost unworldly pulsing in the air itself. It was a far off thing, but the enigmatic man could feel its approach growing more rapid and louder with every beat. It eventually grew to the point where it became overwhelmingly loud strong and fast, though the man made no sign of distress. It came within range of the temple, and the masked pilgrim could feel its epicenter move steadily towards him. And then it stopped. Only then did he look behind himself to see what had become of this brilliant source of power.
As he looked to where he had last felt the presence, he found only a great statue within the temple. It was an enormous effigy of a tiger, elegant and beautiful. He could now feel the force beating restrainedly and quietly within the statue. They sat for a moment, the man as unmoving and fearless as ever and the force beating almost imperceptibly within the massive statue. And then a strong beat. And another. On the third, a crack ran through the tiger’s stone surface. After a fourth a thin piece of rock fell off of the tiger’s surface. A fifth, and more fell off around the various limbs of the tiger. Underneath this stone skin there was a thick, coarse, striped gray fur covering a body that rippled with strong muscle. The beat began to fade, but its place was taken by the steady breathing of the body underneath the fur.
With each passing moment the statue became more and more a twisted approximation of the once beautiful tiger. Its flesh was in many places covered by a thick jagged stone in a fashion almost like armor. In other places it was covered in the same coarse fur. Its claws had became long, jagged things hewn from a rough stone, though they still looked sharp enough to cut through most substances they would ever come upon. The only thing left untouched thus far was the head. With a shake of its massive neck, the tiger cracked the surface of the rock that made up its face and head. Underneath was a disturbing sort of rough telling of a feline head. Long rough-hewn fangs lined its mouth in multiple rows, and the snout was a rectangular box shape, which only curved around the opening of the great maw that served as the creature’s mouth. Its eyes were slightly flattened back against its head, and glowed with an eerie blue light.
Having reached the end of its transformation, the great tiger-like beast stepped down from the pedestal on which it had originally rested. It moved with a surprising grace towards its still calmly waiting opponent. It stopped roughly between the temple and the masked man, roughly thirty feet from his opponent. It was only then that the best stretched out the full fifteen feet of its length from head to the tip of the tail. It uttered a great roar, which resonated throughout the temple and the whole countryside they were on. It was a call of challenge to the man sitting cross-legged before him.
OoC: You may have the first move.
As he looked to where he had last felt the presence, he found only a great statue within the temple. It was an enormous effigy of a tiger, elegant and beautiful. He could now feel the force beating restrainedly and quietly within the statue. They sat for a moment, the man as unmoving and fearless as ever and the force beating almost imperceptibly within the massive statue. And then a strong beat. And another. On the third, a crack ran through the tiger’s stone surface. After a fourth a thin piece of rock fell off of the tiger’s surface. A fifth, and more fell off around the various limbs of the tiger. Underneath this stone skin there was a thick, coarse, striped gray fur covering a body that rippled with strong muscle. The beat began to fade, but its place was taken by the steady breathing of the body underneath the fur.
With each passing moment the statue became more and more a twisted approximation of the once beautiful tiger. Its flesh was in many places covered by a thick jagged stone in a fashion almost like armor. In other places it was covered in the same coarse fur. Its claws had became long, jagged things hewn from a rough stone, though they still looked sharp enough to cut through most substances they would ever come upon. The only thing left untouched thus far was the head. With a shake of its massive neck, the tiger cracked the surface of the rock that made up its face and head. Underneath was a disturbing sort of rough telling of a feline head. Long rough-hewn fangs lined its mouth in multiple rows, and the snout was a rectangular box shape, which only curved around the opening of the great maw that served as the creature’s mouth. Its eyes were slightly flattened back against its head, and glowed with an eerie blue light.
Having reached the end of its transformation, the great tiger-like beast stepped down from the pedestal on which it had originally rested. It moved with a surprising grace towards its still calmly waiting opponent. It stopped roughly between the temple and the masked man, roughly thirty feet from his opponent. It was only then that the best stretched out the full fifteen feet of its length from head to the tip of the tail. It uttered a great roar, which resonated throughout the temple and the whole countryside they were on. It was a call of challenge to the man sitting cross-legged before him.
OoC: You may have the first move.
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Ooc: Lets try to keep it in present tense.
Chase Alphonse clasped his hands together in a mudra, as his training had accustomed him to do. He closed his eyes and opened his mind to the even more bleak astral realm. Is it a well designed phantasm, a ghost, a powerful sorcery? Something of this magnitude was far beyond any Western magic he had ever seen, the transformation of the raw stone was dramatic and horrifying, but it in the form of poetry, of energy flowing like a river through the form's metamorphosis.
Is this Eastern Magic he wonders to himself. A test to the enlightened or a demon unbound from hell. He feels a conscience thought in the area, something unique in itself yet strangely familiar to the man, a lost soul's trick?
Regardless, this beast standing on the cliff reeks with the terror and chaos of a storm cloud. The human has made infernal pacts and even dealt blows with a god, yet nothing caused his heart to stop like this apparition in front of the temple. "Calm yourself" he commanded his troubled mind, "transcend human fear, rise above the boundaries of flesh." He reopened his physical senses allowing the full scale of the beast to sink while he and scans for signs of illusion.
This is no mere trifling he decides, and the energy seems real enough in both realms. The creature made a small feline hop down the front stairs. The researcher briefly considered running but then once again convinced himself this feeling is absurd and uncivilized.
"Speak if ye are able, what manner of design is this." he asked, professionally masking the terror in his voice. His answer was a low fear inspiring growl. Despite origin this thing is dangerous and should be treated with caution. He delivered the mental command -Parastos-. The simple cuff link melted away a glamer and spread to cover his entire right arm in brass colored armor that resembled the spiny chitinous shell of a beetle, His hands made another mudra and created his seven point barrier shield, one specifically made to ground out elemental and spiritual attacks.
The shield slowly rotated and the edge continually looped wire into the ancient stone beneath him.
Chase Alphonse clasped his hands together in a mudra, as his training had accustomed him to do. He closed his eyes and opened his mind to the even more bleak astral realm. Is it a well designed phantasm, a ghost, a powerful sorcery? Something of this magnitude was far beyond any Western magic he had ever seen, the transformation of the raw stone was dramatic and horrifying, but it in the form of poetry, of energy flowing like a river through the form's metamorphosis.
Is this Eastern Magic he wonders to himself. A test to the enlightened or a demon unbound from hell. He feels a conscience thought in the area, something unique in itself yet strangely familiar to the man, a lost soul's trick?
Regardless, this beast standing on the cliff reeks with the terror and chaos of a storm cloud. The human has made infernal pacts and even dealt blows with a god, yet nothing caused his heart to stop like this apparition in front of the temple. "Calm yourself" he commanded his troubled mind, "transcend human fear, rise above the boundaries of flesh." He reopened his physical senses allowing the full scale of the beast to sink while he and scans for signs of illusion.
This is no mere trifling he decides, and the energy seems real enough in both realms. The creature made a small feline hop down the front stairs. The researcher briefly considered running but then once again convinced himself this feeling is absurd and uncivilized.
"Speak if ye are able, what manner of design is this." he asked, professionally masking the terror in his voice. His answer was a low fear inspiring growl. Despite origin this thing is dangerous and should be treated with caution. He delivered the mental command -Parastos-. The simple cuff link melted away a glamer and spread to cover his entire right arm in brass colored armor that resembled the spiny chitinous shell of a beetle, His hands made another mudra and created his seven point barrier shield, one specifically made to ground out elemental and spiritual attacks.
The shield slowly rotated and the edge continually looped wire into the ancient stone beneath him.
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The two combatants eyed each other warily. Chase Alphonse stood solid, outwardly calm despite a great inner panic. The tiger beast only stood and breathed slowly and deeply, its every muscle in a state of relaxation. The sun glinted off of Chase’s armor and shield in a way that gave an appropriate setting for the coming conflict. Without warning every muscle in the beast’s body suddenly tensed and Chase was barely able to raise his shield before the beast sprang towards him. It moved with a rapidity that belied its monstrous size, and plowed its claw into Chase’s shield at a full run. Despite the fact that his shield absorbed a good deal of the impact, the masked pilgrim was still thrown violently to the ground. Dazed, he looked up and found the tiger standing over him and using its claws to pin the armored arm to the ground.
He could feel the hot, moist breath bearing down upon him from the great maw that hung above his head. It smelled of freshly spilled blood and of newly opened wounds, causing him to suppress his gag reflex just being so near the gaping mouth. The massive leg that pinned his arm to the ground slowly increased in pressure, eventually producing the sweet sound of bones slowly beginning to break and splinter. Alarmed out of his daze, Chase used his other arm to deliver as mighty a blow as he could muster to the tiger’s nose with his shield. Surprised, the tiger immediately released the pressure on his arm, though still keeping him pinned to the ground. It then let out a harsh breathing sound that struck Chase as a funny kind of laugh.
The tiger backed off for only a moment that Chase used to spring up and try to put some distance between himself and the behemoth. The moment he turned his back to the tiger its massive claw swung outward at a blinding speed and hit him with all the weight of the tiger’s arm. The shock threw him clear across the cliff and into one of the mighty pillars which lined the temple, the wire from his shield trailing behind him. Upon impact he heard a loud snapping sound which he immediately knew for his ribs, and three deep slash marks from the stone claws burned in the muscle of his back. The astonished man barely had turned in time to see the tiger bearing down upon him at its lightning pace.
At this distressing sight, Chase dashed out of the tiger’s path, which was barely able to stop itself from running into the column. Stunned, he still tried to get away, but as he ran around behind the tiger he was met with yet another obstacle. The tiger’s massive, club-like tail was swinging around at great speed and struck him directly in the chest. Again this sent him skidding clear across the temple. Wearily he lifted his head up and saw the tiger where it had struck him, studying him carefully. It breathed heavily and recommenced its hunter’s wait for a counterattack.
He could feel the hot, moist breath bearing down upon him from the great maw that hung above his head. It smelled of freshly spilled blood and of newly opened wounds, causing him to suppress his gag reflex just being so near the gaping mouth. The massive leg that pinned his arm to the ground slowly increased in pressure, eventually producing the sweet sound of bones slowly beginning to break and splinter. Alarmed out of his daze, Chase used his other arm to deliver as mighty a blow as he could muster to the tiger’s nose with his shield. Surprised, the tiger immediately released the pressure on his arm, though still keeping him pinned to the ground. It then let out a harsh breathing sound that struck Chase as a funny kind of laugh.
The tiger backed off for only a moment that Chase used to spring up and try to put some distance between himself and the behemoth. The moment he turned his back to the tiger its massive claw swung outward at a blinding speed and hit him with all the weight of the tiger’s arm. The shock threw him clear across the cliff and into one of the mighty pillars which lined the temple, the wire from his shield trailing behind him. Upon impact he heard a loud snapping sound which he immediately knew for his ribs, and three deep slash marks from the stone claws burned in the muscle of his back. The astonished man barely had turned in time to see the tiger bearing down upon him at its lightning pace.
At this distressing sight, Chase dashed out of the tiger’s path, which was barely able to stop itself from running into the column. Stunned, he still tried to get away, but as he ran around behind the tiger he was met with yet another obstacle. The tiger’s massive, club-like tail was swinging around at great speed and struck him directly in the chest. Again this sent him skidding clear across the temple. Wearily he lifted his head up and saw the tiger where it had struck him, studying him carefully. It breathed heavily and recommenced its hunter’s wait for a counterattack.
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*haahn haahn* his breathing is shallow and troubled with broken ribs. This pain, this intense pain is a suffering he had grown accustomed to in the pursuit of his art. The price of a few broken ribs was inconsequential, the attacks had illustrated several very important points to the man. This beast has power in proportion to its size and weight, it breathes, it feels pain. Using these he begins to devise a strategy against the beast. Quickly the pieces snap together in his mind.
He stumbls slightly as he stands up. Fear no longer has a hold of his heart. Fear is something to be ascribed only for the unknown, once something is given explanation, there is no longer any need to blindly fear it. This is a somehow living monstrocity, and what can live can surely die.
-Veneficium Corollarium- he whispers. The barrier shield recreates itself in a reinforced nine point array. Each point connecting to each other point and each intersection entwining in the shape of a delicate flower bud. To any practiced magician, this would look like a creation for the highest potency. Then again, ninety percent of magic is misdirection.
All the wire carelessly strewn around the temple grounds while Chase Alphonse had been sent flying snapped to his will; snagging fur, binding flesh and entwining the feline beast in a razor cocoon. More wires burst from beneath solid stone and piercing stone padded feet to ensure every bit of the monstrosity was secured. A final loop of the glimmering, nearly unbreakable wire caught on the tiger's lower fangs and pulled the beast's head to the ground, making it look as if caught between a lazy yawn and a ferocious roar.
A sickly sweet smell began to fill the area as each of the razor ribbon flowers of the barrier shield "Venom Wreath" bloomed into the dusk, releasing its deadly toxins along the shelf towards the restrained beast.
Chase recits and old saying to himself to strengthen his resolve, "If it can live, it can die; If it can breathe it will Choke". He keeps repeating this to himself intently while waiting for poison gas take its affect.
He stumbls slightly as he stands up. Fear no longer has a hold of his heart. Fear is something to be ascribed only for the unknown, once something is given explanation, there is no longer any need to blindly fear it. This is a somehow living monstrocity, and what can live can surely die.
-Veneficium Corollarium- he whispers. The barrier shield recreates itself in a reinforced nine point array. Each point connecting to each other point and each intersection entwining in the shape of a delicate flower bud. To any practiced magician, this would look like a creation for the highest potency. Then again, ninety percent of magic is misdirection.
All the wire carelessly strewn around the temple grounds while Chase Alphonse had been sent flying snapped to his will; snagging fur, binding flesh and entwining the feline beast in a razor cocoon. More wires burst from beneath solid stone and piercing stone padded feet to ensure every bit of the monstrosity was secured. A final loop of the glimmering, nearly unbreakable wire caught on the tiger's lower fangs and pulled the beast's head to the ground, making it look as if caught between a lazy yawn and a ferocious roar.
A sickly sweet smell began to fill the area as each of the razor ribbon flowers of the barrier shield "Venom Wreath" bloomed into the dusk, releasing its deadly toxins along the shelf towards the restrained beast.
Chase recits and old saying to himself to strengthen his resolve, "If it can live, it can die; If it can breathe it will Choke". He keeps repeating this to himself intently while waiting for poison gas take its affect.
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OoC: Sorry about the delay. I’ve been busy.
Chase noticed with grim satisfaction as the Tiger struggled against its razor wire restraints. It thrashed against them as the poison drew closer, drawing them to the point where they could not be broken, but also could not cut any deeper into his flesh. The beast began to thrash more and more as the venomous mist drew ever closer. When the animal was finally caught in the cloud, it loosed a terrible cry. It roared in agony as the poison seeped into its many wounds. With this roar came its most violent fight against its restraints yet. Chase almost laughed as the beast’s fruitless fight, rightly confident in the strength of his wire. And then he felt a strong pull.
Confused, he watched in silence, as there was another yank on the shield from which these wires originated. There was a moment of dawning revelation for the masked pilgrim, but it was too late to stop the event that the beast had started. Whether or not the Tiger was strong enough to break the wire or not no longer mattered; the silver strands tore up through the ground, through pillars of basalt, through the shadows themselves, as the screaming beast came onwards. The glimmering threads flailed behind the Tiger as it streaked towards the wizard, its every bounding step quaking through the countryside.
The threads pulled tight as the speeding behemoth streaked past the stunned warlock. The taught cords pulled Chase along with the Tiger, cutting deeply into his precious meats and pinning him suspended to another massive pillar. The masked man was barely able to turn his head to see the beast turning around and around several more columns, securing the tight bindings that had served him so well before. When these ties were finished, the Tiger approached him quickly, still the hunter to its core. The Tiger was still visibly haggard from the agony of the poison, but one could barely tell from the vicious light which emanated from its stony eyes.
It lifted one razor sharp claw, and pressed it to the bound man’s abdomen with considerable pressure. As it glided through his business suit and into his stomach the arm raked across, spilling blood and organs from the slash, accompanied by a blood-curdling cry from Chase. The Tiger stalked away from the screaming man rather quickly, and slipped around to the back of the pillar to which he was tied. It pressed against the column with all of its considerable strength, eventually tipping it over. The Tiger slipped away from that part of the temple as the weakened part of the ceiling collapsed on top of his opponent. And then the beast waited.
Chase noticed with grim satisfaction as the Tiger struggled against its razor wire restraints. It thrashed against them as the poison drew closer, drawing them to the point where they could not be broken, but also could not cut any deeper into his flesh. The beast began to thrash more and more as the venomous mist drew ever closer. When the animal was finally caught in the cloud, it loosed a terrible cry. It roared in agony as the poison seeped into its many wounds. With this roar came its most violent fight against its restraints yet. Chase almost laughed as the beast’s fruitless fight, rightly confident in the strength of his wire. And then he felt a strong pull.
Confused, he watched in silence, as there was another yank on the shield from which these wires originated. There was a moment of dawning revelation for the masked pilgrim, but it was too late to stop the event that the beast had started. Whether or not the Tiger was strong enough to break the wire or not no longer mattered; the silver strands tore up through the ground, through pillars of basalt, through the shadows themselves, as the screaming beast came onwards. The glimmering threads flailed behind the Tiger as it streaked towards the wizard, its every bounding step quaking through the countryside.
The threads pulled tight as the speeding behemoth streaked past the stunned warlock. The taught cords pulled Chase along with the Tiger, cutting deeply into his precious meats and pinning him suspended to another massive pillar. The masked man was barely able to turn his head to see the beast turning around and around several more columns, securing the tight bindings that had served him so well before. When these ties were finished, the Tiger approached him quickly, still the hunter to its core. The Tiger was still visibly haggard from the agony of the poison, but one could barely tell from the vicious light which emanated from its stony eyes.
It lifted one razor sharp claw, and pressed it to the bound man’s abdomen with considerable pressure. As it glided through his business suit and into his stomach the arm raked across, spilling blood and organs from the slash, accompanied by a blood-curdling cry from Chase. The Tiger stalked away from the screaming man rather quickly, and slipped around to the back of the pillar to which he was tied. It pressed against the column with all of its considerable strength, eventually tipping it over. The Tiger slipped away from that part of the temple as the weakened part of the ceiling collapsed on top of his opponent. And then the beast waited.
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Ooc: I didn't forget about this, just got swamped by reports and photography work.
Chase's vision starts to fade as he is held, crucified to the pillar.
This is not how it works, this is not in my plan...
The overwhelming pain of having his torso flayed only registers as a faraway annoyance.
I want to know more, this can't be reality...
The ceiling was breaking up from the sudden lack of support, and carved portions were releasing their grip on the grand scheme of diagrams. Soon the ancient temple will only be rubble on the mountainside.
I had almost finished it... my work will have to wait...
With the last of his mortal power, he clumsily makes the hand signs of release. His mortal body dissolves into the evening but his immortal will passes the boundaries of humanity into the realm of purgatory.
Chase's vision starts to fade as he is held, crucified to the pillar.
This is not how it works, this is not in my plan...
The overwhelming pain of having his torso flayed only registers as a faraway annoyance.
I want to know more, this can't be reality...
The ceiling was breaking up from the sudden lack of support, and carved portions were releasing their grip on the grand scheme of diagrams. Soon the ancient temple will only be rubble on the mountainside.
I had almost finished it... my work will have to wait...
With the last of his mortal power, he clumsily makes the hand signs of release. His mortal body dissolves into the evening but his immortal will passes the boundaries of humanity into the realm of purgatory.
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All right, I'll bite....why'd you cut and run?
Help me out with the best fanfiction ever, Ganondorf Beats Up EVERYONE! You decide who gets beaten!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
For the battle-minded and mathematically inclined, there's the Hyrulian War, a revived time-honored tradition!
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