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Post by Griffin on Nov 19, 2007 22:38:41 GMT -5
A rule imposed by Kindah, the mages managed to clone the arena (with a pay raise 'o course) and speed up the process of the tournament, since it went so slow last time. This arena is exactly the same, right down to the traps that you don't know about. For this match at least, Kindah is referee.
OOC: Commence whenever.
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Post by TOKAM on Nov 22, 2007 5:00:59 GMT -5
OOC: Cloned the arena? Couldn't you just have said "this is after the last battle" and not mentioned who won?
Anyway...
It'd been too long since she'd been in a proper fight, Cirra decided, striding in through the gateway. Life had been pretty boring since she and her team had prevented a second Celestial war, and every now and then, she almost found herself wanting to go back to that lifestyle, on the run, always fighting. So it was hardly surprising that there was a slight spring in her step as she walked toward the center of the arena. It had been a long time since she'd felt so alive.
As she walked, she searched the stands, looking for her friends. A flash of white hair, or a jet black wing fading in and out of sight. Something to tell her that they were there "One would think that enhanced eyesight would be more useful than this," she muttered to herself. . . Ah, there. She'd always be able to recognize Xylon, even from such a great distance, and Arctura was nearly as distinctive. Cirra noted with some amusement that the older woman had managed to find herself a shadowed corner somehow. Or maybe she made one for herself, she thought wryly.
And then there was Arc, a nervous sort of look on his face. Not surprising; he would be fighting his own battle in a short while. And Belgarid, his nose stuck in a book, like always. Cirra sometimes wondered if he'd wither up and die if he didn't have a book in his hands. And then. . .
Cirra did a double-take. Then a triple-take. That man standing behind Xylon. . . It couldn't be. . . could it? But why would he be there? No, it couldn't be him. But it was.
"Well, that's comforting."
Finally having arrived at the center of the battlefield, Cirra unstrapped her bow from where it was held on her back, calmly stringing it in one fluid motion. Patiently, she waited for her opponent to enter.
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"Think she has a chance of winning, Belgarid?" Arc asked the old man sitting next to him, every word carrying a sort of nervous edginess. He was not enjoying the long wait before his fight. Not at all.
"She has a good chance. The two fighters are equally matched. Now hush, I'm trying to figure out this spell." The older man frowned, concentrating. A spark appeared, floating in midair in front of him, but fizzled out. Twice he tried this, and twice it achieved the same effect. "Not enough physical energy. Too much magical power, but magic is only a small part of this one..."
"Xylon, what do you think?" But the white-haired warrior was busy talking with the gray-clad young man that was now sitting next to him. Giving up on that front, Arc tried a third and final tactic. "Arctura? Your thoughts?"
"I think you need to sit down, shut up, take a deep breath, and stop worrying. You'll do fine, she'll do fine, and panicking about it isn't going to help. Besides, what's the worst case scenario? You die, and then you're resurrected. Hardly a big deal; It's not like we've never been killed before." The soft tone of her voice belied her curt words; despite his annoying habits, Arctura really did care for her cousin. He was one of her few remaining family members left, at any rate. She couldn't go around driving them away. "Just sit, relax, and enjoy the fight."
". . . Yeah."
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"You're a long way from the heavens, my friend." Xylon had been surprised to see the blond-haired man appear out of nowhere. Surprised, but pleasantly so. It wasn't very often that they got a chance to speak, any more.
"We'd be able to keep in contact a little more if you were at all religious, you know," the young man said, pulling the thoughts right out of his head. Curiously, few people seemed to notice him sitting there. Even fewer recognized him for what he was. He didn't seem to mind.
"I really wish you wouldn't do that, Elae. It's really unnerving."
"Sorry. I forget you're not used to your new... position, shall we say? Most of the other Ascended have gotten used to it."
"Yeah, yeah. I know, puny mortal and his earthly limitations. I'll get over it eventually." Xylon grinned, stretching back in his seat a bit. "So, what brings the Gray God to the mortal plane? Don't you have some cosmic balancing thing to do?"
A smile flitted across the deity's face. "I suppose you could say I'm on vacation. After the near-miss with the demon outbreak, my brothers and sisters have made an almost-truce with each other. It won't last more than a few years or so, but until then, light and dark are as balanced as they're going to get. So I thought I might drop in on a few old companions, see what they were up to. And, well, one thing led to another, I found out a few of the aforementioned companions would be fighting in some tournament or another, and I found myself here." His explanation finished, he finally noticed Xylon faking sleep, pretending to be bored out of his mind. "Well, you did ask. . ."
It should be noted that a defensive god is a very strange sight.
"Yeah, I did. Forgot how detailed you could be. Anyway, the match should be starting soon. Wonder who's going to win?"
"Hmm. . ." was all Elae said in response.
OOC: Long-post is looooong. Also, "I" will not be appearing in any way during this tournament. That's too close to breaking the fourth wall for my liking. So instead, you get my avatar in the world of the Ascended, the god of neutrality, Elae.
By the way, if you want your characters to notice and/or know what he is, feel free.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 24, 2007 16:29:49 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for late response. >_<
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It was time. After years in hiding, Reh was back, ready to fight. He was leaner, faster, stronger, and smarter, all thanks to the Rangers.
After he and Lidda disappeared years ago, everyone assumed they were dead. Elric later said Reh was alive. They joined forces after meeting up, completing both of their missions simultaneously. All the old friends of Reh who were still alive came to watch him today.
There was Elric, Wes, Kyran, Ana, Matthew, Kasey, Jennifer, Jin, Jules, Allyson, and Ian scattered in the stands. They were excited to see their old friend in combat.
Reh slowly walked into the arena. He wielded his faithful Silver Oak longbow with a quiver of arrows on his back. A knife was sheathed at his side. The most notable feature of Reh was his cloak. He wore a mottled green-gray cloak with a large cowl that hid his face in shadow. A bronze oakleaf was pinned to his cloak. The cloak and oakleaf show that he is Ranger quality.
He strung his bow and waited for the start.
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Post by TOKAM on Nov 26, 2007 21:46:47 GMT -5
OOC: . . . So, am I supposed to start, or what? Need something to work off of.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 26, 2007 21:59:27 GMT -5
OOC: Well...
Ermm...
REF!! Commence startage! I'll just kick it off.
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"So...you're my opponent? Another archer? This should be...amusing."
Reh lowered the cowl of his cloak. He nocked an arrow to his bow and held it there, the arrowhead facing the dirt.
"Remember Reh, when you're camouflage is broken, you wait for your opponent to move and counter that."
"Yes Halt."
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Post by shadowdeath on Nov 26, 2007 22:11:12 GMT -5
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Post by Griffin on Nov 26, 2007 22:12:26 GMT -5
OOC: See edit.
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Post by TOKAM on Nov 26, 2007 22:45:10 GMT -5
"I suppose that's one way to describe it." Seemed like he was a little cocky. Well, that was only good news for her. Let him be a little too sure of himself; it'd make victory all the sweeter.
While her opponent was busy getting ready, Cirra made a few preparations of her own. As his hood went up, her overcoat wemt off. He nocked an arrow to his bow; she reached out into the atmosphere and plucked magical energy, shaping into the rough shape of an arrow, nocking that to her bowstring in lieu of an arrow. "I won't go easy on you, just so you're aware." She half-drew the string, ready to fire at a moment's notice; she wouldn't make the first move, not yet. She was going to wait to see what he did first.
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Post by Griffin on Nov 26, 2007 22:48:36 GMT -5
His face was hidden, but his vision was crystal clear. She stood quite a distance from his, arrow pointed at him. There was a certain feeling about that arrow. He sensed it had similar properties to his silver arrows. In turn to his opponent, Reh raised his bow to match her stance.
"I'm always aware."
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Post by TOKAM on Nov 26, 2007 23:02:14 GMT -5
"Really now? We'll just see about that." She was hardly speaking loud enough for him to hear, but she didn't really care. It had been said mostly for her benefit, anyway.
The wind gusted across the arena. The stands were nearly silent. Suddenly, Cirra darted to her left, releasing the ice arrow. Dropping into a roll, she pulled another arrow from her quiver, readying to fire again.
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