OoC: :P Hopefully you accept. I wanted to do this a little bit ago, but I didn't, so I hope it's okay now. >D Anywhom....
Rules will be rules....no healing though (I think it's cheap) and no transformation, blahblahblah....
xD Funneh. I'll post tomorrow, which will be in ehm...10 hours, because It's late here and I'm tired and my muse ran down to zero, and I feel sick....
Galefore, I've yet to battle you!
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
The battlefield shall be:
Battlefield Two: Folner’s Fortress
A fortress once occupied by a puppet king under an evil wizard, this fortress was stripped bare and left with only the unmoving stone throne in the throne chamber. The castle is now like a dark cavern, with only makeshift drapes absorbing the outside light and creating a strange and sorcerous cold about the castle. The throne room is a place heralded for battles, as it once was used to entertain the king with matches of strength.
Alright, here we go.
-------------------------
The fortress was without boil or blemish. It had never never been invaded, as any master of sorcery on par with the former master of this land would never let a soul enter his fortress with hostilities. No, not a soul entered here and left unscarred, as a part of that lich-man was still a curse to any who entered; there would always be combat, suffering, and the eternal whisper of those who suffered before.
Xalvyer was not frightened of ghost stories. After all, a nine-foot mecahl never flees from a ghost, as mecahl of his structure had no soul to worry about. Only the red blood that kept their partly-human bodies working, or at least the organic part. The auburn oil inside of his arms, and his weapon, kept the cold 'king' of the mecahl the machine he would always be.
He was a sight to behold. Enormous, broad and oval-shaped shoulder plates spanned at least ten feet, a burgundy cape hanging down to the floor and dragging in the dust. His under-armor was as red as the cape, contouring to his enormous shape, and forming skipped-plates in every direction, decorated with beauty and trim that held a very monarch-like air. In his right hand, he carried a weapon unlike any ever seen by human eyes: A cannon on a sword hilt, the cannon wide, at least twelve feet long, with a barrel-opening at least two feet across. The hilt was ornamental and decorated with jewels and machinery, whereas the cannon was jet-black and made of an extremely heavy metal unlike any a human could hope to process and manufacture.
His eyes, cold and mechanical, glared with a blistering confidence. His bearded chin, strong and seeming to jut underneath his top set of teeth, did not flinch or move. He was bespectacled, and his hair was short and slicked back, gray and dirtied by travel.
Such an enormous fortress with unknown purpose... Folner must have been a great wizard to strip it so bare of anything homely. It was incomplete, only a solemn chair sitting so far away in the throne room...
But there definately was no air of loneliness. Xalvyer's mechanical senses were sharpened to an unmeasurable degree. He felt it. There was another one there, waiting to be discovered.
The king glared down the hall, beckoning in a deep tone, "Come. Face the will of the Mecahl ruler."
OoC: We'll see how this guy plays out.
EDIT: Damn, now I remember why I use spell-check and do my posts in a Word Processor overnight...
Battlefield Two: Folner’s Fortress
A fortress once occupied by a puppet king under an evil wizard, this fortress was stripped bare and left with only the unmoving stone throne in the throne chamber. The castle is now like a dark cavern, with only makeshift drapes absorbing the outside light and creating a strange and sorcerous cold about the castle. The throne room is a place heralded for battles, as it once was used to entertain the king with matches of strength.
Alright, here we go.
-------------------------
The fortress was without boil or blemish. It had never never been invaded, as any master of sorcery on par with the former master of this land would never let a soul enter his fortress with hostilities. No, not a soul entered here and left unscarred, as a part of that lich-man was still a curse to any who entered; there would always be combat, suffering, and the eternal whisper of those who suffered before.
Xalvyer was not frightened of ghost stories. After all, a nine-foot mecahl never flees from a ghost, as mecahl of his structure had no soul to worry about. Only the red blood that kept their partly-human bodies working, or at least the organic part. The auburn oil inside of his arms, and his weapon, kept the cold 'king' of the mecahl the machine he would always be.
He was a sight to behold. Enormous, broad and oval-shaped shoulder plates spanned at least ten feet, a burgundy cape hanging down to the floor and dragging in the dust. His under-armor was as red as the cape, contouring to his enormous shape, and forming skipped-plates in every direction, decorated with beauty and trim that held a very monarch-like air. In his right hand, he carried a weapon unlike any ever seen by human eyes: A cannon on a sword hilt, the cannon wide, at least twelve feet long, with a barrel-opening at least two feet across. The hilt was ornamental and decorated with jewels and machinery, whereas the cannon was jet-black and made of an extremely heavy metal unlike any a human could hope to process and manufacture.
His eyes, cold and mechanical, glared with a blistering confidence. His bearded chin, strong and seeming to jut underneath his top set of teeth, did not flinch or move. He was bespectacled, and his hair was short and slicked back, gray and dirtied by travel.
Such an enormous fortress with unknown purpose... Folner must have been a great wizard to strip it so bare of anything homely. It was incomplete, only a solemn chair sitting so far away in the throne room...
But there definately was no air of loneliness. Xalvyer's mechanical senses were sharpened to an unmeasurable degree. He felt it. There was another one there, waiting to be discovered.
The king glared down the hall, beckoning in a deep tone, "Come. Face the will of the Mecahl ruler."
OoC: We'll see how this guy plays out.
EDIT: Damn, now I remember why I use spell-check and do my posts in a Word Processor overnight...
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
OoC: Moof. Best I can do with a cold and the stresses of school. I may expand my charrie's personality a little. How do you spell arciologist?
Ic: Yes. There was another one out there, in the fortress. A solitary creature, wanting to live the life of a loner forever. Thats who he was. Thats who was out there. The stone cold place, with the mechanical being and nothing else, grey, grey, but added the dull colors of the mantle and canon, nothing else, except for a throne. Wow. How amazing.
Thats what a creature was thinking. Vix was much unlike this grand splendor Xalvyer. He had a shorter name, a shorter body, and was just about alive as can be. He was small, but judging by his brown fox ears and three tails, he was quick and fast. He only stood up to two feet tall, maybe. Nobody measured him, because nobody had gone close to him. He was too quick. His green eyes reflected like a gemstone in the drafty, dull place. Vix was much unlike the current mechanical splendor. He had eyes that showed hypnotic life.
Vix, a Gemstone lover and sort of an archiologist, he explored many lands. It was when he found this place that he wanted to explore, but he found nothing. He was glad he found that ruby not too far away. It was fairly large, and it had power, but he wasn't a Hypnotic Time Traveller, because that's cliche and stupid, and it copies a book.
Yes, Xalvyer was right. He was out there, and he was armed with his preferred weapon. A rather sharp gemstone, and it was hiden by his favorite weapon: An umbrella.
Stupid? Oh yeah! But it was strong enough to jab into enemies and fling them around. Vix knew he had to resort with his Sharp Gemstone, because the umbrella would do zero damage to that metallic body. The little puffball-like creature took out his large, sharp Gemstone, and stepped out of the shadows. A slight grin was plastered on his face.
"I am here. But my will's in a different place, sorry. Can you catch me?"
If sounded as if the dull, drafty place was cleansed, and cleaned by the soft, yet firm voice of the Archaeologist Vix, and his body seemed to shine a bit. He pulled out both Gemstones, and tossed the Ruby in the air, and kicked it with all his might, and the Gemstone was sent screaming towards the ruler, ready to smack him hard in the chest.
Ic: Yes. There was another one out there, in the fortress. A solitary creature, wanting to live the life of a loner forever. Thats who he was. Thats who was out there. The stone cold place, with the mechanical being and nothing else, grey, grey, but added the dull colors of the mantle and canon, nothing else, except for a throne. Wow. How amazing.
Thats what a creature was thinking. Vix was much unlike this grand splendor Xalvyer. He had a shorter name, a shorter body, and was just about alive as can be. He was small, but judging by his brown fox ears and three tails, he was quick and fast. He only stood up to two feet tall, maybe. Nobody measured him, because nobody had gone close to him. He was too quick. His green eyes reflected like a gemstone in the drafty, dull place. Vix was much unlike the current mechanical splendor. He had eyes that showed hypnotic life.
Vix, a Gemstone lover and sort of an archiologist, he explored many lands. It was when he found this place that he wanted to explore, but he found nothing. He was glad he found that ruby not too far away. It was fairly large, and it had power, but he wasn't a Hypnotic Time Traveller, because that's cliche and stupid, and it copies a book.
Yes, Xalvyer was right. He was out there, and he was armed with his preferred weapon. A rather sharp gemstone, and it was hiden by his favorite weapon: An umbrella.
Stupid? Oh yeah! But it was strong enough to jab into enemies and fling them around. Vix knew he had to resort with his Sharp Gemstone, because the umbrella would do zero damage to that metallic body. The little puffball-like creature took out his large, sharp Gemstone, and stepped out of the shadows. A slight grin was plastered on his face.
"I am here. But my will's in a different place, sorry. Can you catch me?"
If sounded as if the dull, drafty place was cleansed, and cleaned by the soft, yet firm voice of the Archaeologist Vix, and his body seemed to shine a bit. He pulled out both Gemstones, and tossed the Ruby in the air, and kicked it with all his might, and the Gemstone was sent screaming towards the ruler, ready to smack him hard in the chest.
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
OoC: Hmm, in the end, this battle could end up turning out to be more of a conversation thing. I really don’t have the type of personality that can get brutal enough to rend some little demon fox to pieces for no reason, so perhaps a conversational cat-and-mouse type thing? I doubt a person as rational as Xalvyer is THAT cruel.
“Bold words. I see you desire impudence over respect. If that is how you wish it to be, then that is how I shall make it.” Xalvyer’s rusted yet distinct voice projected as loudly as Vix’s had. A demon, perhaps a beast-creature. It was quite honestly not an impressive beast to a king, but it was hostile.
WwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*chink*
A crystal. A diamond, perhaps of weaponry’s purpose, was now lodged in his right gauntlet.
He held his hand to the air and squeezed, reducing the precious stone to precious dust. Impudent creature; there was no reason nor was there any point to chasing an absent minded beast. And, with his bells and whistles, he knew exactly which direction the young earth-digger was going: Down the corridor long used for escape by those who knew the castle, long, twisting, but with brittle walls.
Leveling his cannon to the face of the rock, he fired. Stones of ancient composure, almost reaching away and attempting to escape their ruin, were leveled to powder before anything could be said about it. Ash; ash and the destruction of ancient architecture. It was unnecessarily overblown in proportion. To Xalvyer, he had crumpled another castle. There was a hole in the wall that he had made. HE was not impressed or concerned, his desecration meaning nothing to him. The beast was cornered.
“You are quite brave, speaking to me as if I were a commoner on the sides of the street, begging and pleading shelter. I am the king of the kingdom of Mechadisias, or to be specific with what I am to be called, my title is King Xalvyer Relu Mechadisias. Your name, young and rebellious creature?”
He glanced down, seeing the unafraid, umbrella wielding archaeologist. It was a sight to he who had seen the most violent of deeds to see the most brash of creatures, with an appearance of a creature unable to do harm. It was quite the naïve beast, but it didn’t seem dangerous to Xalvyer… Or at least, not immediately dangerous. Its true potential was an unknown factor…
“Bold words. I see you desire impudence over respect. If that is how you wish it to be, then that is how I shall make it.” Xalvyer’s rusted yet distinct voice projected as loudly as Vix’s had. A demon, perhaps a beast-creature. It was quite honestly not an impressive beast to a king, but it was hostile.
WwwwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*chink*
A crystal. A diamond, perhaps of weaponry’s purpose, was now lodged in his right gauntlet.
He held his hand to the air and squeezed, reducing the precious stone to precious dust. Impudent creature; there was no reason nor was there any point to chasing an absent minded beast. And, with his bells and whistles, he knew exactly which direction the young earth-digger was going: Down the corridor long used for escape by those who knew the castle, long, twisting, but with brittle walls.
Leveling his cannon to the face of the rock, he fired. Stones of ancient composure, almost reaching away and attempting to escape their ruin, were leveled to powder before anything could be said about it. Ash; ash and the destruction of ancient architecture. It was unnecessarily overblown in proportion. To Xalvyer, he had crumpled another castle. There was a hole in the wall that he had made. HE was not impressed or concerned, his desecration meaning nothing to him. The beast was cornered.
“You are quite brave, speaking to me as if I were a commoner on the sides of the street, begging and pleading shelter. I am the king of the kingdom of Mechadisias, or to be specific with what I am to be called, my title is King Xalvyer Relu Mechadisias. Your name, young and rebellious creature?”
He glanced down, seeing the unafraid, umbrella wielding archaeologist. It was a sight to he who had seen the most violent of deeds to see the most brash of creatures, with an appearance of a creature unable to do harm. It was quite the naïve beast, but it didn’t seem dangerous to Xalvyer… Or at least, not immediately dangerous. Its true potential was an unknown factor…
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
OoC: I concur. xD "Umbrella Wielding Archaeologist." I'll post soon. It's hot and I'm tired. u_u
LATER:
OoC:
Well, there goes Vix's Ruby...
Vix then looked at the... thing... that he had run into, and he then grinned. Well. The diamond got crushed, at least he got a little taste of what's going on. He raced along the corridors. That would slow him down. But then, there was this loud BANG, and soon, Vix found himself trapped. He turned his eyes to the, "Great King," and he then grinned. He wasn't afraid of this guy. He then spoke. Vix raised his brows. What kind of name was that? King Xalvyer Relu Mechadisias? Why couldn't anybody go for simple names? He didn't know. Vix spoke after a minor silence.
"I am Vix, the Archaeologist. Don't underestimate me."
He then closed his eyes, mumbled some words, and he then covered himself in ice, his speciality. He then tensed his muscles inside the crystal, and he smashed the crystal, much to the suprise of Xalvyer, but he was expecting it. He was expecting a fight. The crystal smashed into fine, sharp crystals, hitting against the King, and he covered his face to protect it.
Vix proceded to deliver a smashing kick against the King's midsection...
LATER:
OoC:
Well, there goes Vix's Ruby...
Vix then looked at the... thing... that he had run into, and he then grinned. Well. The diamond got crushed, at least he got a little taste of what's going on. He raced along the corridors. That would slow him down. But then, there was this loud BANG, and soon, Vix found himself trapped. He turned his eyes to the, "Great King," and he then grinned. He wasn't afraid of this guy. He then spoke. Vix raised his brows. What kind of name was that? King Xalvyer Relu Mechadisias? Why couldn't anybody go for simple names? He didn't know. Vix spoke after a minor silence.
"I am Vix, the Archaeologist. Don't underestimate me."
He then closed his eyes, mumbled some words, and he then covered himself in ice, his speciality. He then tensed his muscles inside the crystal, and he smashed the crystal, much to the suprise of Xalvyer, but he was expecting it. He was expecting a fight. The crystal smashed into fine, sharp crystals, hitting against the King, and he covered his face to protect it.
Vix proceded to deliver a smashing kick against the King's midsection...
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius
-
ChuckleHuck
- Member
- Posts: 1836
- Joined: Sat Sep 23, 2006 8:21 pm
- Location: In the walls.
-
Galefore
- Member
- Posts: 9354
- Joined: Tue Jan 04, 2005 2:00 am
- Location: ur wildest dreems lol
-
Lilac DownDeep
- Member
- Posts: 1194
- Joined: Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:15 pm
- Location: Raxacoricofallapatorius