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PostSubject: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:09 pm

WELCOME ALL TO THE KAIONAR GRANDE TOURNEY!

Welcome to the 100th Kaionar Grande Tourney, and don't we have something special planned for all of you!? Thank you to all of our competitors that have signed up. We look forward to your fights! But first, here are some ground rules!
RULES:
  • No Godmoding or Power Playing
    • Those accused of breaking this rule will be visited by Arasolra or Yveni and subsequently distorted. You have been warned.
  • Respect your adversary!
  • ONE of you must loose in every round! (Draws are allowed, however)
  • Remember this does NOT have to be cannon if you don't want, so don't be afraid to get injured!
  • There is NO posting order! When you have defeated your opponent, your character will be allowed to rest until the others are done.
  • Above all, this is a PRACTICE for character combat!
  • HAVE FUN!


Now that that's out of the way, let's talk about what you'll face in the arena! The matches will be conducted on a one on one bracketed system. Winners advance through defeating their opponents and will face a neighbor in the neighboring bracket. Late entrants to the Tourney will be assigned to a space currently occupied by an NPC character! The competitors will be given a 1 hour reprieve while the arena is changed, and during that time they can choose to see our expert magic healers on staff! Let's take a look at our first arena for round one!

The Terrain

It seems that our mages have outdone themselves this year! The entire arena has been transformed into a tundra! A blistery wind howls across the battlefield and the temperatures are well below freezing! Be careful, competitors! You'll have to finish this round fast or risk hypothermia! Watch the ground as well! Who knows what traps are in store on the field underneath the ice and snow? Rumor has it that there are various tunnels and caverns hidden underneath the ice, just waiting for someone to fall in them! Lucky that we have an excellent team of light illusionists to show us the action when somebody falls, right audience?

The arena is divided up into small square quadrants about half the size of a standard soccer field. Our barrier team of crack magicians is keeping a steady forcefield around the areas, those are the guys huddled up in furs out on the field! Anyone caught taking shots at the barrier keepers will be instantly disqualified, so don't do it! They're here to keep all the competitors from running into each other's zones! Wow! This looks like it's going to be an exciting opening round! I hope that our competitors are ready for this challenge!

Round 1 Matchups!

Rhys vs Static
NPC.R vs. Baldasarre
Bishiop vs. Armeno
Jackdaww vs. Silence
Achos vs. Eliza
Silver vs. Dmitri
Veces vs. Maskini
Talos vs. NPC. R

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 3:49 am

In the cold embrace of the snow and ice, one of the combatants sat silently, his white cloak blending him into the terrain. Though he prided himself in being fast and efficient, and though he has studied the art of camouflage, he didn't wear the cloak to give him an unfair advantage; It was simply something he always wore. Not many people were too willing to approach an abnormally tall man dressed in all white, which was exactly what he wanted. Though he was a mercenary, he hated being social. He's hated it ever since he was young. But, more than that, he hated his voice. HIs voice shaped who he was, from how he dressed, to how he fought, and even to the weapon he bore. And his weapon stood beside him, the blade balancing on the ground by itself, the rod of it tall and proud, a distinct black mark against a canvas of white. The crystal scythe, the weapon of choice for the White Reaper. Veces was in this tourney for the gold.

And he was determined to win.

Veces worked hard to find a cure for his curse, a speech impediment given to him at birth, one that forces him to speak in rhymes. And to do that, he needed as much knowledge and gold as he could get. This competition was a breath of fresh air during a series of dry searches. With gold like what was being offered, Veces could do nothing else but sign up. But he wasn't just a simple soldier hoping to get lucky: He was taking in every little detail he could of his opponents. His eyes were focused on his enemy, though they were hidden in the shadow his hood cast over his face. Every little detail, how his opponent moved, how he stood, gave away much more about himself than most would realize. And Veces drank it all in, confident, but not sure. He knew there were secrets one could hide, he had a few himself, so he had to prepare for the worst. Hopefully his opponent was doing the same, for his sake. The White Reaper doesn't go down easy.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 3:42 pm

Jeeze, it was cold, for Kaionar of all places. It was one thing to walk into tundra from an already cold place, but to be thrown straight from the middle of the desert, it really wasn’t fun. Static thought the makers of this game were completely sadistic to think up such a thing- but she wasn’t going to complain. At least she didn’t live in Kaionar permanently; otherwise it would have been a real shock. No, she was a little more used to the cold, but even still… this was quite the surprise.

She tugged her cloak around her tightly, tucking the hood over her head and being glad she had had the foresight to bring it. All wrapped up like she was, she probably looked more like a green statue than an actual person, but that was fine with her- more the shock when she actually started fighting. It hid the armour she wore on her chest, and the long sabre at her side. And of course, always hidden was her electricity… well, there would be a helluva shock for the first person she got to fight when she pulled out that little backup plan. She shifted her feet impatiently, wriggling her toes to try and keep warm in the freezing temperatures. The audience either had it really bad, if it was cold up there for them too, or bloody good, if the magic of the arena didn’t stretch that far. But, even if they did have heated seats, then they were still at a disadvantage- they didn’t have the possibility of winning a huge pot of gold at the end of this…


==X==

Rissul was a strange being, and that was putting it lightly. If any of the audience had seen a creature like Rissul before, they were both well travelled and foolish, for his kind only lived in deep caves, or in the far mountains to the north. Even then, they were rarely seen- how this “fireeye”, as they were commonly known (commonly used lightly here), had come to be in Kaionar was a strange tale, but one too complicated to explain without an hour or two spare. Describing him to start was weird enough to start with, without the history too.

He was tall, maybe 10ft if he stood on his back legs, but was starting the fight down on all fours, his long arms enough to hold his body straight. His limbs were very thin, barely bones- in fact, that was what they were, black bones held together with magic, a few strange protrusions adding to his bizarre appearance. His hands were big, with long fingers, his feet a bit like a cat’s, balanced on toes. Long spiked bones ran along his spine, pointing out to the sky, especially long and pointed at the shoulders, where a few more bones than necessary seemed to gather around his chest and shoulder-blades. His head was slightly elongated, more spikes coming from the back of his skull. Nose-holes like that of a skeleton and a wide, thin mouth made him look vaguely otherworldly, but it was his eyes which were really the feature that stood out, burning red-orange slits from the black of his face.

The fireeye looked up around the arena, gaze impenetrable as to who or what he was looking at, only that he was looking up, then down again as he gave a gentle sigh, his voice a low rumble. Well, there was no turning back from this now. At least it was cold here. Rissul liked that.

==X==

Up against Talos was Kidas. A harpy. She huddled in a little ball at the far edge of the arena she and her opponent were in, dark blue feathery wings tucked so closely around her she looked like a big ball of fuzz, scaly clawed feet hardly visible from underneath. Her hair was short-cut and fluffy around her face, black like a raven, blue feathers peeking from around her thin, pinched face and long elfish ears. She was very pale skinned, going so far to have a touch of blue to her skin. Was it a ploy to look innocent, or did she really not want to be there? Only the fight ahead would tell, but for now, her big sky-blue eyes watched the avian across from her, waiting for his move. She definitely wasn’t going to move first, that was for sure, unless feather-flicking counted.

But no, she reached out one feathery wing slightly, drawing one of her claws at the end of it (a bit like on a bat’s wings) across the snow, before looking at the long line of ice she had drawn from the ground and tucking her feathers back around her. Sitting still wasn’t good for the circulation, especially in her feet, but it was either that or straightening up, and she would have the whole of her hit by the cold that way.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 4:25 pm

Why? Why oh why did they have to choose a tundra arena this year? Currently, Baldasarre was huddled up in a small ball, his burgundy pocketed coat billowing around him while he tried to find some shelter in in fur. He was better off than most competitors in this environment, of course, being covered head-to-toe in his own personal parka, but honestly, he was getting too old for this nonsense. To the audience he probably looked like a bright orange dot of fur among all the white and blue ice that surrounded him, but the audience was more concentrated on the bone monster thing that he had been pitted against. Really? This was his opponent? Would poison even work on that thing? Oh well, it was worth a shot if he had any hope of getting past the first round, and hopefully out of this damnable cold. All the years that he'd sat up in the stands and watched…

With a sigh he stood, shivering as the wind instantly whipped away any heat that he'd been conserving being huddled up like he had been. Wrapping his burgundy coat around himself served two purposes, it helped keep his warmth in and hid his hands as he carefully dipped his small dagger into a paralytic poison hiding in one of his many pockets. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He called across the arena, shouting at the top of his lungs to be heard over the icy wind. "Are you a coward, to stand there and simply watch? Are you afraid of me?"


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"Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey!" Talos hissed under his breath, untying the orange scarf around his neck and retying it over his head, covering his ears from the bitter wind. Not for the first time, he wished that his wings hadn't been transformed into half-bat monstrosities, it would have certainly helped in this situation. Currently, the thin membranes were freezing cold, susceptible as they were to any wind or cold. He had them plastered flat against his back in an effort to control his shivering. He hated the cold. So, so much. The ball of feathers across the arena from him appeared to be likewise suffering though, so that put him at some ease.

Right. The pot. With that sort of money, he wouldn't have to fight pirates anymore, and they could get a decent house. Taking a deep breath of the frigid air, he steadied himself and drew his bow from it's place over his shoulder, quickly taking an arrow from his quiver and nocking it. For the win. Without further hesitation he drew the arrow back, sighted the harpy and let his arrow fly.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 4:37 pm

Rhys shuffled his way into the icy battleground, and shuddered at the change from natural warmth to magical ice. Were they trying to kill him before the battle even started? He shivered, and pulled his coat tighter. Out of the chest pocket, he pulled a brilliant yellow handkerchief, and tied it around his neck like a scarf, leaving a triangle of colour at the front, before surveying the area. Across the arena he could see someone wrapped in green – apparently feeling to cold as much as he was. He relaxed a little, and shed the coat, letting it fall onto the ice. He had a padded leather shirt on for want of better armour, and a clearly reinforced patch over his side. Today’s eye-patch was yellow, to match the handkerchief around his neck, and had a happy face stitched over it in black thread. It was one of his favourites.

His skin pricked as the cold rushed over him, but anticipation for the fight warmed his blood. He didn’t know what he was here for – just the thrill he supposed. He hoped it would make him feel alive, or leave him otherwise so. Either would do. He reached across his back until his hand grasped a smooth wooden beam, and pulled the flail free from what served as a sheath for it. He loved the thing – it was more brutal that a sword, and easier to wield with the limited accuracy his single eye allowed him. This would be a fun day, he decided, before marching forward to get a better view of his opponent.


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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 6:45 pm

Snow was nothing that Bishop wasn’t used to. She’d spent a good portion of her womanhood in the far North, scamming young tribesmen out of their supplies. She may have been the cause of many of their deaths, but she never left them without a fur, as if returning them to the wild with the true skin of an animal. She was not cruel, she was a survivor. If someone had something she needed, she would do all in her power to get it.

That didn’t mean she was without the knowledge of close quarters combat. Bishop had been in many situations where she had to fight or die. Often it was against men many times her weight and power. What Bishop had going for her, was her refusal to fight on any man’s terms, her complete lack of battle morals and her Dog. Granted, Bird was useful in hunting situations, but she’d noted that the bird often flew off in battles, easily a fluffy target for archers. Though its claws were deadly, Bird was good only for aerial battles against things it knew it could beat. It was smarter than Dog in that it knew its mortality and was not willing to risk its death to curry more favor with its mistress.

Dog was a good boy. He tried to do everything his mistress asked of him, but he, too, knew his limits, and had abandoned Bishop more than once when faced with massive injury. He was brave enough to stand beside his mistress when she fought WildCats, but he was not brave enough to stand beside his mistress when those musky smelling two-legs began brandishing those pointy long-claws. Often he was skulking around back, trying to hamstring them. When those long-stingers punched through him, Dog was as good as gone, and Bishop often had to fight on her own. Still, he had been with her for so long, Bishop couldn’t imagine a fight where Dog wasn’t with her.

Bishop had followed Dog out into the snow. She’d gotten into the competition to avoid going to prison. Her captors thought it would be fun to sentence her to something where she could either earn her freedom and enough money to buy her supplies or she would earn the death they thought she deserved.

Dog started avoiding certain places, or stopping completely and walking absurdly slowly. She’d been about to kick him when she realized this was an arena, and probably booby trapped. “Good boy” she told Dog as she walked beside him. Dog was dark grey against the landscape, but Bishop wore all white furs, her fiery hair hidden under a thick white hood.

She wore leather armor underneath, of her own make. Were it not for her layer of furs, she might have succumbed to hypothermia before ever nearing her opponent. At some point, she decided that fighting face to face was stupid. That was the terms some man would expect from her, but Bishop wanted to survive. She did not want to give her captors the pleasure of seeing her mutilated.

She began looking for something to hide behind; constructing anything would take too long and leave her exposed to attack. She’d forbidden Dog from barking ahead of time, grabbing him by the scruff and projecting all the violence she’d visit upon him if he made noises louder than a whine. It seemed to have worked, for instead of barking his position, Dog simply wagged his tail as Bishop joined him behind the drift. She didn’t like it, her back was to the elements, but she hadn’t seen anyone upon her entry, and hoped to the Gods that he was before and not behind her.

She’d been informed before-hand that she stood no chance against ‘this guy’.

She’d see about that. She withdrew her bow, the wood wrapped in white sheepskin, and knocked an arrow. The knives hidden about her person were for last resort situations. She looked to her side and Dog was already gone, ranging, as it were. He had gotten used to his Mistress taking over his senses to assess where he was. Bishop would not do it more than twice, for to do so during a battle-situation was dangerously foolish.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 6:57 pm

Her opponent, which Static was glad to see, seemed just as reluctant in the cold as she was, even more so. She could look him up and down from underneath her hood as much as she liked, so was disgusted when she saw he was wearing an eyepatch, with, of all things on, a smiling face. Who was this clown they had pitted her against? She had little care if her opponent was bad, but this… well, an insult! Her eyebrows drew together in a narrow frown, not that he could see it under her hood. She would pin this man to the ground and show them how foolish he had been to try and enter this contest.

She curled one hand around the hilt of her blade as he reached behind himself and pulled out an evil looking flail, the fat spiked end looking lethal. She found herself slightly put off by the thing- she hadn’t practised fighting against someone who used a flail before, and armed only with a sword, it was going to be interesting trying to get in any hits at close range. She would have to get in some longer range hits, or get that flail away from him. Quickly. But no matter, it would not dissuade her.

As Rhys started to step forwards, she did too, letting her cloak fall away from her front and pulling her sword from its sheath, holding it defensively. Enough waiting, she wasn’t going to let him get close to her with that thing. Hoping he was more focussed on her sword, she flicked her other hand up, tossing a small ball of electricity in his direction. Let the fun begin!


==X==

Rissul’s opponent seemed tiny to him, and why they had even decided to pit him against this little creature was simply absurd. He turned his head slowly to one side vaguely surprised by his insulting words. Well, there was no need for the beast to be like that. But, if he wanted him to make the first move, then so be it. Slowly he moved into a long legged walk, stretching his arms out to their full length and rolling along in a strange gait up to Baldasarre, then slowly around to one side.
“You’re awfully loud, for such a little thing,” he thundered in his low voice, before reaching out with one of his long arms, slowly at first, before shooting it forwards at speed the last little gap, hopefully to catch him on the front and roll him over onto his back. He was slow most of the time, but could be fast when he wanted to.


==X==

As Talos took his bow from his back, Kidas tensed, unwrapping herself so that her front claws were on the ground too, her feathery wings sweeping back to either side of her. She was wearing a white shirt and trousers, which could be seen now she had uncurled herself slightly, the shirt having no arms (they would get in the way of her wings), and the trousers bunched underneath her knees, tied with ribbons just before her scaled legs started. Her eyes narrowed as he fit an arrow to his bow, then she leapt into the air with a screech, flapping her wings a few times to catch enough height to dive-bomb Talos. She didn’t use weaponry other than a short dagger, relying more on her long sharpened claws. They were like an eagle’s, sharp enough easily to slice through flesh. She flapped hard as she came down, controlling her speed so she wouldn’t smash right into the ice if she missed the avian. That was an elementary mistake.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:37 pm

As the creature came lumbering forward, Baldasarre stilled himself, unsure what to expect. Under his breath he muttered: "Matara meteri metae." And felt his barrier cloak him, the force of the wind already building a small pool of excess energy that he would have to use soon, even if it only amounted to about the force of a flick. He wasn't sure what to make of the creature, having never seen it before, and simply followed it with his eyes, keeping his cloak clutched tightly to his body, his fingers flexing around the dagger in his other hand.

Rissul's attack caught him off guard, the creature had been so slow he wasn't expecting it to suddenly speed up like that. A good thing that he enacted his Metae barrier, or he probably would have been out of the game already. As it was, he barely managed to avoid a full-frontal blow, the creature catching him in the side. The force of the blow built up in instantaneously and he focused the force in his paw, letting go of his cloak and slapping his free hand out where the creature's arm had been, concentrating all of the force that his body had received from the blow on the arm of the creature. "Don't count on your size to save you!" He yelled back, undaunted.


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When the harpy came for him, Talos finally understood exactly what he was up against. Another flier would make this difficult, and he only had so many arrows. He unfurled his wings, catching the whipping wind and jumped with it, letting it drag him out of the way as Kidas came for him and pulled another arrow from his quiver. When his boots hit the ground he quickly sighted the harpy and let another arrow fly, but didn't stay long. The ground cracked underneath where he stood, the ice collapsing under his weight so he snapped his wings open again and took off just in time to avoid being caught in the hole that had been perilously close to swallowing him up. "Shit." He hissed, realizing that he was getting close to the barrier and tried to move against the wind back toward the not-so-inviting ground.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 7:57 pm

As his opponent let their cloak slip back, Rhys was a little taken aback. He hadn’t expected to be against a woman, but that was no matter. He grinned at her – his grin lopsided as the long scar down his face obscured one corner of his mouth, and watched as she drew her sword. He had been expecting that – swords were probably the best weapon to bring to a tourney if you were fighting against other swords. However, he knew that his own weapon could prove.. interesting when combined with one of the little thin bits of steel.

He felt totally relaxed about the battle, actually, and let his eye wonder, presuming he had some time left before the battle commenced properly. However, a greenish spark caught his eye, and he flicked his head around to get a view of what was happening using his good eye. What even was that? Oh, wait. Magic. Fantastic. With all his slight-of-hand, he had almost forgotten that the real stuff existed, but he had a feeling he didn’t want to be on the wrong end of it. He jumped as quickly as he could manage, and the strike skimmed past, sending a shock through him. His blood felt like it was on fire – he could feel the electricity coursing through him painfully, and he almost dropped his flail trying to keep his balance. However, he had avoided the very worst of the blow, and was determined to make it through at least /one/ round. “Nice try, missy.” He grinned, swinging the lethal steel ball on the end of his flail menacingly, before taking off towards the woman at a sprint.

There was a burn of sorts on his arm where the electricity had touched him, which throbbed painfully, but it was on his left arm, leaving him free to swing the flail. As he charged, he held up on thumb, sizing up the nail, before swinging, aiming for the woman’s shoulder. It wasn’t exactly an accurate way of judging distance, but it was the best he had, and he had been using it for almost a year now. However, now that the swing had been made, he could only hope; his balance and defence was surrendered to the attack. That was the downside of a flail. Luckily he didn’t care that it left him open to attack – that was half the fun.


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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 9:16 pm


When the arena came into view, Armeno’s steady strides drew to a halt. Of course he’d known that something like this could happen, but he’d assumed that it would be alright. This was Kaionar, it was on the edge of the desert for goodness’ sake. The amount of magic needed to keep so much land in the state of a tundra must have been colossal- but then, this was Kaionar. You could get just about anything you wanted if you were willing to pay the price.

After a few moments assessing the barren landscape, the elf sighed and tugged slightly on the reins of his horse beside him. It didn’t look like the stallion was going to be an asset, especially not the way he was acting; sensing the elf’s surprise and annoyance, Velox was prancing from foot to foot and tossing his head uneasily.
“Calm down, there’s nothing wrong,” the elf said soothingly, reaching out to stroke one hand lightly along the horse’s arched neck. He tugged away, twisting his head to watch a passing man.
“Nice horse you’ve got there,” the man remarked, wiping a bead of sweat from his otherwise bare head. “You’ll want to be careful riding it in there though, eh?”
“Well, I doubt I’m going to ride him,” Armeno replied, his brow creasing slightly. “Are you helping run the tournament?”
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“You bring him to fight on?” The elf nodded in confirmation, his hand still running along Velox’s neck. “Well, he’s got to go in then. Do what you want with him, but he’s in that arena under the same rules as you.” He promptly marched away, displaying all the manners which Armeno had come to expect from Kaionarians. It really wasn’t his favourite place to be. But he needed the money, or he’d have to take some work out of his usual field.

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This job done, he stepped back out into the main area, resisting the urge to draw his cloak closer around him and feeling thankful for the heavy clothing which he always wore. Instead he reached up to his shoulder and pulled his bow from it, nocking an arrow to it and keeping it drawn and ready to fire as he trod carefully over the icy terrain. Scanning the empty whiteness repeatedly, he waited until he saw what he was waiting for- a dark movement through the snow, flashing out from what was obviously a particularly high snow drift. Without waiting to figure out exactly what the figure was, he aligned his arrow with where he judged it would end up by the time the arrow reached it and released the string. He sent another arrow after the first before beginning to tread carefully towards the snowdrift, testing the ground before each step. He was just thankful that his shoes had a good grip on the soles- he didn’t want to be falling over when he had to move faster than a very measured walk.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 10:15 pm

The first arrow missed Dog, as it preceded his stride, but the second punched through his shoulder and he went down in a twist of limbs and a high pitched yelp. He got up almost immediately and was hobbling away as fast as he could, whining. So when his mistress took over his mind to see what was going on, the pain she felt from him made her angry, which in turn made him angry. He began to bark and snarl.

Bishop's consciousness came back to her and she carefully took a peek from behind her drift. There was no snowstorm, so one could see for miles, and she distinctly saw a figure on the plains, but he was too far away to shoot at the moment. She could only grind her teeth and wait for him to come within range. She leaned against the drift and closed her eyes, going back under and soothing Dog, distinctly giving him mental images of fleeing and getting safe.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Tue Apr 03, 2012 11:12 pm

The smile from Rhys did little to put Static at her ease, and she shifted her sword slightly in her grip as she kept her distance, one corner of her mouth twitching upwards as her lightning attack clipped his side. That type of attack was going to work? Oh good. She wouldn’t need to get too near Rhys and his flail then. She readied magic near her fingertips again, ready to make another ball of electricity should he come too close. It fizzled into her hand as he suddenly charged her, weapon slicing out towards her shoulder and neck. She dived to the ground, feeling the edge of the flail scrape over her armour, trailing an edge of sparks which snapped crazily across the side of her face as she rolled, coming up into a kneel and firing off her bolt in Rhys’ direction. The crackles hadn’t harmed her, just added a couple more stripes of white to her tied-back hair. She twisted her sword round to face him again, just in case; a backup plan. Her hood had fallen down now, so he could both see her properly, and she could see all around, too. It was important, when he was using such a wide-angled weapon.

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Rissul slowed again as his hand caught the little… weasel’s?... side, setting it down on the ground and sidestepping so his weight was balanced properly again on all fours. That was the problem about being so big, but slenderly built too; balance was something you had to get right. Baldasarre’s hand whacked against his arm, which wasn’t enough to send him off balance by itself, but the magical force behind it certainly was enough to put him at a tilt, and for a moment he was quavering on three limbs, before getting his balance again, putting a little less weight on the arm that had just been struck. It had hurt a little, but it was his own weight, so nothing he couldn’t handle.
“Interesting, you are brave, for such a small thing,” he said slowly, going back to pacing a little way around the weasel. He paused before putting one foot down, shuffling it to the side with expert caution- he was no stranger to tundra lands. These simple looking snow-fields weren’t all they seemed. However, it would be interesting to see what Baldasarre made of the maze of tunnels underneath the surface; would he spot them?

He backed off a little, wondering if he would be followed.


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Kidas pulled in her wings and swooped along the ground as Talos leapt into the sky, avoiding her attack, banking back up again so tightly her feet scraped the ice. She had her back to the avian with the manoeuvre though, and although she was good in the air, she wasn’t good enough to avoid the arrow which shot through one edge of her wing, taking a handful of immediately-bloody feathers with it. She squealed shrilly at the pain, turning with furious eyes on Talos.
“You shot my wing!” she screeched, descending on him with claws outstretched and wings flapping madly, uncaring as to the hole that had opened under his feet. Flecks of blood speckled the ice red here and there, where she was still bleeding. She was airborne, it would be easier for her to escape, if they fell… he would have a harder time getting his wings open before he hit the bottom. Maybe this could be a tactic? She flared her tail (it was a little like a falcon’s, long and rigid-edged, but could also be fanned open), hoping to distract him and force him backwards again. Even getting a foot stuck in a hole would be dangerous.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons [Jackdaww vs. Silence]   Wed Apr 04, 2012 3:29 am

Ooh, so the arena was a tundra for the first round? That just made it all the more fun! Cold she could handle so long as it wasn't raining. For the event she'd made a rather major change in her attire, from going barefoot to boots, and a skirt and sleeveless top to breeches and a simple white peasant blouse. This was Kaionar for sure, she knew this because she'd been here before to see an apothecary. She didn't want to be underestimated solely based on her attire, so with a good amount of matches and a sturdy oak staff to fight with she stepped into the icy powder feeling and hearing it crunch under her feet.

She had to make everything count, as the apothecary had told her once before, the softhearted had no place in this city. Personally she thought she'd sooner cause herself damage than her opponent if she used a blade or mace. It was a bit of a short-sighted decision considering she had no clue who her opponent was going to be, she was going in blind. "Let it begin, then." she said to herself.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:46 am


Upon realising that he’d just shot a dog, Armeno felt a slight wave of guilt, but it was nothing too severe. It wasn’t exactly a fatal wound, not with healers on hand, and most likely the animal had been out there to maul him anyway. For now, he needed to keep watching that snowdrift. There didn’t seem to be any signs of life from behind it, but that was no reason to let his guard down- and sure enough, he soon saw a flicker of movement. It wasn’t enough to be sure of what he had seen, but it was enough to make him instantly cautious. Probably best to get in closer; he fought better with his sword, even if he could use most weapons with some level of competency. That he’d managed to hit the dog while it was running and he hadn’t taken much time to aim had likely involved a healthy dose of luck along with skill.

Now, he stepped up his pace somewhat, not wanting to delay too much. He glanced occasionally down at the ground to check his path- but when he assumed that a dark patch of ice was simply earth showing through underneath and began to move onto it, he swiftly regretted his haste. Toppling forwards, he threw his hands out sideways and managed to catch himself on his forearms. Hastily, he scrambled back to his feet, cursing his foolishness. He knew that while he stayed still he made a target of himself, but all the same he took a few moments to examine the dark ice. He couldn’t be sure, but it looked like there was more a tunnel going on than just a hole. That would definitely be something to use later- or, he realised as he studied it further and realised that it seemed to lead in the right direction for the snowdrift, now.

With a furtive glance up at the hiding place, hoping his opponent wasn’t watching, he knelt on the edge of the solid earth and used the pommel of his sword to smash a big enough hole in the ice to drop into. As soon as he did, a glow appeared within- unexpected, but entirely welcome. His magic was nothing like powerful enough to illuminate it himself, and he wouldn’t exactly do well blundering around in the dark. The fall was further than he would have liked, though. After looking around for a few moments, he gave up and simply swept armfuls of snow into the bottom of the hole before securing his weapons to himself. He lowered himself cautiously down, hanging from his hands for a second before dropping and crumpling to the ground to absorb the impact. It was somewhat painful, but he wouldn’t come away with any severe injuries- a few bruises, perhaps.

Sitting in the tunnel with the magical light reflecting off the whiteness of the snow and ice and half-blinding him, Armeno squinted along its length and tried to judge how accurately it was headed towards the snowdrift. It was hard to tell, but he thought it looked possible at least. Holding his sword warily out before him, he trod along the tunnel, making faster progress now that he no longer had to worry about testing the ground.

Or so he thought.

After travelling about half the distance between the entrance to the tunnel and where he estimated the snowdrift to be, his foot came down on the floor and kept on going down. The hole was relatively shallow, but that didn’t stop it from throwing him completely as his momentum carried him forwards and he nearly fell flat on his face. A stream of curses immediately issued from his mouth, and he dropped to one knee to examine his ankles. Spikes of pain were flaring through it. Excellent, probably a sprain, and they hadn’t even begun fighting yet. What was worse was that it seemed pretty stuck in there, and he couldn’t just force it out because he’d hurt the ankle more. Instead, he slowly began to work his foot out of the hole which seemed to have tightened around it.

Well, at least ice reduced swelling.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 4:30 pm

Rhys felt the slight resistance of the edge of his opponent’s armour, but it wasn’t enough. The spiked end of his flail continued its long arc, pulling Rhys off balance as it went. That was the biggest difficulty here – missing meant he had no control over the fight for a few moments. In this case, however, it worked to his advantage – the heavy strike pulled him into a messy roll, and just out of the line of the next magical strike fired his way. He landed on his elbows – skidding across the ice uncomfortably, but leapt to his feet quickly enough only to find a sword already pointing his way. Using the wooden handle of the flail to block whatever attack was coming his way fro the sword, he grinned again. “Missed me, missed me!” he jeered, still grinning. The stripe of yellow under his chin felt like a joke, and the eye patch /was/ one, so he hoped that the whole thing went some way to annoying his opponent.

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Jackdaww positively swaggered into the icy arena. He wasn’t used to temperatures /quite/ as cold as this, but after years of sleeping outside the weather didn’t bother him overmuch, and he was too excited to feel the ice anyway. He had been training with his sword for most of his life, and this sort of event was just perfect for showing the world that he wasn’t quite as useless as he may have looked. He drew the sword sitting against his hip, letting the icy light of the arena flash off the red stone set into the pommel, and walked slowly towards his opponent. They were armed with … a big stick? Well, this should be a breeze.

“Good day, Ma’am. I’m Jackdaww, and I’ll – wait.” He fell silent as he caught sight of the woman he was fighting properly. He recognised that face – it was the woman he had met some weeks ago in Caspan. “Silence… so nice to see you again. Shall we?” he grinned, still far enough away to risk the mindless chatter. Once the figth started however, he would be silent – he took his fighting very seriously, even if it was against someone he knew.


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Eliza shuddered as the cold of the arena got to her. She had heard humans use the phrase ‘blood turned to ice’ before, but for her it was a genuine concern. Her skin was cold enough anyway, and nothing but water surged under her skin. She would have too keep moving, or else. She wondered who she’d be up against – hopefully a magic user, because she knew enough to disarm most of them, but then again, she had no magic herself. If only the arena had a river, or pond or the likes. If only.

She looked so out of place. Although there was a thick woollen shawls thrown over her shoulders, she wore nothing but a white dress, with a silver chest plate for protection. At least her attire provided her with some camouflage against the blue-white backdrop. She could always hope for an easy opponent.

She jumped up and down a bit to get her blood moving, and heard a hollow sound from the ice. Brilliant, she could get stuck under that too, could she? Well, if there were tunnels at least she stood a chance if she transformed. Her sylph form would be doomed on the dry ice, but in ice tunnels she could at least move around. She looked at her skin. Every now and then a speck of ice would hit it and slowly melt, leaving a temporary patch of bluish green on her skin. Well, here goes nothing…

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons [Jackdaww vs. Silence]   Wed Apr 04, 2012 4:52 pm

She was shocked. Jackdaww was her opponent?! "Oh Hell's bells this is "not" what I was expecting!" The only thing that could make this worse was if he decided to run her through. That'd put a significant damper on her day. When he smiled she relaxed and moved to a defensive position. "I suppose we shall, Jackie. Hope this doesn't affect our friendship, though." Secretly she kept a match at the ready in case he rushed her.

Since she wasn't using a blade she didn't feel like she'd do much permanent damage, if anything she'd be lucky to knock him out. Truth be told next to the animal tamer from her circus, Rimegon was his name, Jackdaww was possibly her closest male friend. It didn't really matter that much who won, so long as both of them survived the battle probably wouldn't weight too much on her conscience. "Come at me if you dare, little Jackie."

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 5:00 pm

Well, maybe he did stand a chance if he could flip the monstrosity over on its back and then… well, could you stab a bone creature to death? Was that possible? It would be worth it to try and get the thing to tip over anyway, if only to see if flail around and try to right itself again. It seemed fairly unstable, so maybe if he applied enough pressure low enough on the creature's body he could pull it off…

Then it retreated, and all of his plans went out the window. Gah, how frustrating. "You are cowardly, for such a large creature!" Baldasarre replied immediately, grabbing the hems of his cloak and wrapping it back around him. His poor feet were getting so cold on top of the ice like this. What a horrid arena. He took a step forward, trying his best to puff up and look menacing. "Come on, come at me! Blighted bone behemoth of bovine brilliance! Clacking compilation of corroded cartilage!" Inside his cloak he reached for a small vial of acid. He didn't want to use it and had been saving it in the event that he somehow made it past the first round, but if things were going nowhere and the only result was going to be him freezing to death, then it was time to take matters into his own hands. With vial in hand he collected the kinetic energy that the wind had steadily been feeding into his Matea barrier and focused it in his hand. "Catch!" As he threw the vial he expended the slight amount of energy he had gathered at the same time, throwing the vial father than it would normally have gotten on its own. Hopefully it hit something useful, like Rissul's face.


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He shot her wing? He shot her wing! Well, that was good news, until the enraged harpy swooped over him as he struggled to force his huge wings against the bitter wind. What he wouldn't give for a pair of feathered wings right now! He was struggling to fly, the bitter cold sapping all feeling from his wings. His maneuverability in the air was quickly becoming flailing attempts at flight and the Harpy wasn't helping! With his vision quickly dominated by feather and claws, Talos made the split decision to drop his bow where it clattered on the frozen ground below and drew his longer short sword, fending off the harpy's initial attack. His hands were quickly freezing as well, and it took a supreme amount of concentration to keep his hand wrapped around the hilt.

As he drew his second shorter dagger his boots touched the ground once more and the ice gave a crackle of warning. It was not stable, not at all. Talos tried to move sideways from the crackling ice, keeping his wings open though it pained him to do so and back pedaled, getting closer and closer to the edge of the arena.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 9:55 pm

It was a wild shot, to try and hit Rhys at such an angle after a roll, so Static wasn’t surprised when she missed, just charging up her magic again for the next shot. No way was she getting close, when his aim with the flail was so crazy that it pulled him right off balance using it. She lunged with her sword, trying to get in a close hit while his flail wasn’t moving, but the attack got parried by the weapon and she quickly retreated, leaping back onto her feet and taking a defensive stance, sword angled in front of her. Her lips pressed into a thin line as he laughed at her, then the edges of her mouth curved slightly upwards as she thought of an idea. It would possibly work even better than it had in the past, against this opponent.

Raising the hand without her blade, she curled her fingers slightly, then suddenly raised her other hand and covered her eyes in the crook of her arm, burying them so the world went black. A bright ball of light formed in her other hand, which she let off in the general direction of Rhys; it wouldn’t hurt him, but was so bright he would be seeing stars, if he even got to see that, if he looked at it. And already hampered by having only one eye, his judge of distance would be impaired even worse than it obviously already was. As soon as she felt the familiar poof of magic that told her the ball of light energy had exploded into the air, bright like a firework for a second, she uncovered her eyes again and ran forwards with her blade ready, waiting to take a slice out of this opponent of hers.


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Rissul shook his head at Baldasarre’s insults, hardly phased. This was all part of the game, was it not, to try and put one another off? “It is true, but you yourself are cowardly for not trying to put in an attack?” he asked, words slightly mocking, if the weasel decided to take them that way. He continued to pace slowly around, letting his gait get into that familiar rock that was so soothing on his bones. It actually saved him from a face-ful of acid (which really wouldn’t have been a nice experience), the little bottle shattering on his shoulder instead, acid splattering across his bones as far as his ribs and halfway down to his elbow. He started to reach up with his other hand to brush it away, but then it started burning and he paused, his eyes glowing brighter at the pain.
“For one so small, you have strong weaponry,” he growled, putting his fingers back on the ground and shaking his shoulders to try and flick off a little of the acid. It didn’t really help, just increasing the length of how far it ran down his arm, and he knew he had to move quicker now and then get the stuff off him. He rounded again on Baldasarre, making another slow-then-fast attack on the weasel, using his wounded arm to try and pin him to the ground.


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Kidas gave another angry screech as she flapped around Talos, scratching out at his unnatural wings with her claws. Ugh, he could be ridded of those monstrosities, to start with. She lightly touched against the ground as she used the claws on her wings too to try and scratch at him, kicking his bow far out of reach as he dropped it. She leapt back out of reach again as he drew his sword, squealing as he managed to get in another cut on one of her feet. Ooh, she was angry, him doing this! Her foot hurt, and standing would be a pain from now on, probably.

But her tactic seemed to be still working, so keeping a close eye on the now rather-well-armed avian, she went back to dive-bombing him, getting close enough to force him back, but not close enough that she was in range for a long time. That would probably end up with him relieving her of a few more feathers, or, gods forbid, a claw too. And that was the last thing she wanted.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:05 pm

Rhys made it fully to his feet just as Static covered her face. “What the…” he started, initially not understanding why she would want to hide her eyes. However, when the ball of blinding light exploded from her hand, he understood. By the time he noticed what she was doing, it was too late to protect his own eye, and he found his world fading to white. Brilliant – she’d stolen what was left of his sight, at least for the time being. For a moment he could see nothing, and blinked madly, until a hint of a shadow appeared in his vision – heading towards him. He flung one arm up against the attack, trying to protect his face, and continued blinking, desperate to clear the white blotched from his vision. His arm felt warm and slick all of a sudden, and it took him a moment to realize that he had thrown his arm straight into Static’s attack, and the blade had cut deep. He gave a shout, and ripped his arm back away from the blade – not caring that the action would only make the cut longer and deeper, and blindly swung his flail around in response. His vision was clearing a little, but he could see no more of Static than a smudgy shadow, so his attack had no aim. He was just hoping that the motion of him pulling away would be enough to have left an opening. It was only then that he allowed a laugh to escape his lips – blood running down his forearm. He had wanted to feel alive, and this was certainly doing the trick!

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“If I dare? That’s just asking for it!” Jackdaww exclaimed, grinning mischievously for a moment. Then, however, his mouth set in a hard line, and his focus widened, letting him pay attention to the fight. It only took seconds for him to switch from laughing to attacking; feigning a strike to Silence’s left. He liked her well enough – truly she was among the only women that he had any respect for, but now that the fight had started he wouldn’t mess around with sentiments. The blade flicked back, glinting silver, to aim for her right arm, just below the muscle of her shoulder. His hollow bones gave him more agility that even he expected, meaning that he could pull the attack around to it’s true target far later than some. The set of his shoulders said that he knew what he was doing, and his feet fell obediently into a stable battle-stance. It seemed ironic that he could balance without even trying once he was fighting, but that outside of battle he seemed to stumble every few paces. Well, there was still plenty of time for foolish mistakes yet.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:18 pm

He was tempted to tell Rissul that he was entirely too old to do something reckless like make a full frontal charge. He was nearly half a century old! People like him simply didn't get into fights like this. Initially he was disappointed that the vial didn't splash on the creature's face, but at least it got him somewhere which was at the very least definable as 'not a waste of his vial of acid'. There were a few more where that came from, but he was content to not use them if at all possible. The next time the bone creature attack him, he couldn't even begin to get out of the way, his poor little paws so cold that his knees were starting to shiver. Luckily when he hit the ground none of his hidden vials exploded, which would have been a terrible thing really. He gathered the energy of the attack instantaneously in his mouth then grabbed one of the bone-fingers and bit it with all of his strength, releasing the force at the same time. See how he liked that!

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He was trying his best to move sideways instead of backwards as the harpy pushed him back, unsure what would happen if he brushed up against the barrier but not wanting to find out either. A few of his feathers fell to the ground, the leading edge of his left wing bloodied by the harpy's claws, though it was so numb that he barely felt more than a distant stinging. Oooh, this wasn't good, not at all. He was cold all over and shivering now which made it hard to mount a proper defense but noted where his bow had been kicked. If he could put some distance between him and the blasted bird-woman…

But that was thinking quite a bit ahead. Right now he needed to spend more time theorizing what to do about the hole opening up near the tips of his boots. With an exasperated growl he tucked his frozen wings against his back, taking one more double swipe with both of his swords at the Harpy and dove to the side, completing an awkward looking summersault when he hit the ice and landed his knee straight in a waist-deep hole which he ungracefully collapsed into, struggling to climb out of the ice pit. Damnation!

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PostSubject: (veces & maskini)   Thu Apr 05, 2012 1:06 am

Maskini always did enjoy a tourney, the cheering, and revelry. He enjoyed watching them just as much as being in them. He had seen the playing field when he had come in. A shiver had gone up his spine then and it did now. But it wasn’t from the cold of the snow nipping at his skin; it was the excitement of it all. The chilly winds biting through the short hairs on his head did not bother him as he looked across the field.
Mas raised a brow at the opponent who wore all white. You’re kidding me right? Taking a deep breath he took in the smells of everything around him. Anything that could be told to him just by his highly tuned sense of smell that would give him some kind of edge he needed.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons [Jackdaww vs. Silence]   Thu Apr 05, 2012 9:21 pm

Seems clumsy Jack wasn't nearly so clumsy after all! She barely had time to block the hit, and still took a cut across her hand from the awkward way she'd been holding the staff. It was plainly obvious, she didn't stand a chance of beating him. All she could do now was hope for a miracle and pray she got lucky enough to land a hit before he diced her up like an onion for beef stew. Once she was sure of where he was headed, she moved the staff to attempt a hit to the back of his knee.

She wasn't stupid enough to stand still and let him use her for a pincushion for that over-sized sewing needle he called a sword. Thankfully the wound on her hand wasn't something to immediately worry about, it was bleeding, yes, but her hand still functioned properly. He'd said his bone were light-weight the last time they'd met, and she intended to use that to her advantage. In the meantime she was hoping to distract him with a fireball made from a lit match.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:38 am

This man. There was something to this man that set the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He didn't seem to be looking for weaknesses, more... sniffing. Superhuman, perhaps? Or perhaps only half-human? Obviously not the simple-minded mercenary he was half-expecting to find. Which, though most would see it as an unlucky break, to Veces it made him feel as if he wouldn't have to hold any guilt about overpowering a lesser opponent. Fighting was fighting, but it's more honorable when the fighters are on equal grounds. For what honor is worth.

Still sitting calmly on the ground, legs crossed, Veces reached out and grasped the hilt of his scythe, staring into the eyes of his adversary. Already he could hear the fighting start around them. Time for them to start as well. Holding the pole of his crystal scythe tightly, he used i to help push himself up, standing calmly with the scythe being held more like a walking stick than a weapon. There was no way Veces would attack first, less surprises that way.

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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Fri Apr 06, 2012 5:36 am

She chanced a look from behind the snowdrift, only to find that the figure was not there. She cursed softly. It would be very Kaionarian to set her up against an opponent with abilities that far surpassed her measly animal-synchronization who would slaughter her, just to increase the dramatic action unfolding within the arena. All over there were pairs dueling to the death in this snowy landscape. How many were women, and how many of these women had survival skills? Let alone how many actually knew how to fight? If there were other women at all.

Her heart was beating hard as she backed up against the drift, sidling toward the edge. She might sprint for it, but the figure could be anywhere. It had taken down her dog and he was fast, and had been at quite a distance.

She'd almost stayed right where she was when she heard a string of muffled cursing somewhere near her.

Spooked, she crept toward the sound, quiet as she could make herself.

As sudden as the cursing had been, it was gone, and she had nothing to go by but suspicion. She fervently wished that Dog had not been shot down. She could have used his sensory input. Deciding against making herself vulnerable, she backed up against the snowdrift and nocked an arrow to her bow.

She would not go underground to get this thing. She certainly wasn't going to run into its trap.
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PostSubject: Re: Grande Tourney of Kaionar :: Non-Dragons   Fri Apr 06, 2012 3:11 pm


It wasn’t the sound of footsteps which tipped Armeno off to his opponent’s presence. No, it was the shadow which suddenly moved over the translucent ice above him, cutting off the meagre light which shone down to him from the sun. He froze and caught his breath, trying not to even shiver- something easier thought than done. Even in his layers of clothing and chainmail, the cold was getting to him. At least it was somewhat warmer down in these compact tunnels. After a few moments, the shadow moved away again, the ice creaking very slightly under the person’s feet. Thank goodness they weren’t heavy enough to fall through. Once she had gone far enough that there was no further sight of her, the elf dared to breathe again. So the snowdrift had been closer than he’d thought. Hopefully she’d simply gone back to it, but either way he needed to move fast if his plan was to come to fruition. His hands were fumbling and numb by now, and he needed some other way to get his foot out. Melting the ice would work, but he had no flame. It looked like his only option was magic- it would leave him somewhat fatigued, but at least it shouldn’t require too much to pull off.

Ignoring the biting cold of the ice, he wrapped both of his hands around his ankle and thought about the best way to send heat through them. Making a spark was something which he had practiced plenty, it coming in handy for lighting fires. Surely heat couldn’t be too far off that? Frowning and closing his eyes to better concentrate, he attempted to do something which he had never tried before and pulled from his body reserves rather than the immediate energy within him. Supposedly it was possible to do and during his training in magic he had been taught the theory of it, but it wasn’t generally necessary. Now, it might make the difference between life and death. He still wasn’t sure on exactly how to make simple heat, so he simply blundered through. He’d never done magic so makeshift before.

Much to his surprise though, it seemed to work. His foot was suddenly flooded with sensation and an unpleasant feeling which promised chilblains to come as it was surrounded by a pool of warm water. He pulled it quickly away and stood cautiously. He felt no change in himself- but when he looked down at himself, he realised that he looked slightly thinner than he had done previously. An experimental poking of his leg revealed that where there had before been hardly any excess fat due to his constant exercising, there was now absolutely none. It took him a few second to realise that this might not have been the best idea in such a cold arena. He was now relying entirely on his clothing for insulation. Well, all the more reason to move quickly. Rummaging in his inside pockets, he withdrew a straight and rigid stick and two lengths of rope. While he could hardly carry a full medical kit with him, he’d thought that a few pieces might come in helpful and so he’d taken the things which he always would with him. Now, he could make a highly rudimentary splint for his ankle. He bound it on quickly before his hands got cold again- they looked so horribly skeletal now- and then tested it again. It made little difference, but there was no time to modify it now. Using the wall of the tunnel for support, he hobbled along as quickly as he could, using the tip of his sword to probe the ground ahead and make sure that it was good to walk on. Luckily, most of it was just earth with a coating of ice down here.

As he had suspected after his opponent had come over to where he was trapped, Armeno didn’t take long to reach the large and bulky shadow of the snow drift and, next to it, the smaller one where she was standing. All he knew about her was her name and gender, due to a conversation he had overheard about her odd name. Bishop. It was strange for a girl, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. He backed up to the wall and stood against it, before removing the metal scabbard from his belt. He slotted his sword loosely through the leather loop which usually held the sheath before taking the scabbard in both of his hands and taking a few steady breaths. He bent forwards and then jerked himself back into a standing position, his arms swinging up and smashing straight into the ice under Bishop’s feet with huge force, shattering it straight away. He was jarred all the way along his arms, torso and down his legs to his bad foot by the impact, causing him to grunt in pain as he dropped the scabbard to the floor and tugged out his sword instead, trying to work around his throbbing and uncooperative joints. Most of the ice had fallen away from him, but there was plenty slowly melting on his head and robbing him of his body heat. But none of that mattered, if the woman fell through with the ice.
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