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Results of Merchant Festival: Bout A

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(04:03:19 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> "Tespin and Vorfon alike! Welcome to the BlkDragon Arena, where tonight, you shall be treated to armed combat between two of Drache's most well kn-what?" The announcer leans over as someone off to the side beckons. 4"What do you mean you don't know who she is? What in blue blazes am I supposed to sa-alright fine! I'll just wing it!" He clears his throat and straightens again,
(04:03:19 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> continuing. "The first contestant this eve, entering from the east side of the arena, is one Vorfon Dunagal "Grimblade" Arunsun, a fine example of proud dwarven lineage! Vorfon Grimblade fights tonight with his fierce broadsword." He beckons for Dunagal to enter. "Please welcome Grrrrrrriiiiiiimmmmmmblllllaaaaade!!!"
(04:06:57 pm) <Grimblade> The stout dwarf does wander into view. He looks anything but honorable and proud though. A little over four and a half feet of tightly built muscle, his long hair and beard are black as night, braided and secured with gold and silver bands. His eyes are a peculiar slate grey, while his skin is bronzed and decorated with many small scars. He's clad in black leather, decorated with
(04:06:58 pm) <Grimblade> little steel rivets all over, patched and repatched where wear and battle has taken its toll. He bears an ominous looking basket hilted broadsword across his back, worn down at an angle rather than at the shoulder. The hilt itself is worked to resemble a grinning skull. A secondary dagger is tucked into a broad metal belt cinched about his waist, barely visible save for the serpent-shaped
(04:06:58 pm) <Grimblade> grip and pommel. Those heavy boots are reinforced with metal, and he raises one meaty fist in the air, that tight leather gauntlet creaking with the movement.
(04:07:21 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> Following Grimblade's entrance, the announcer fumbles with his papers for a moment before awkwardly going on. "And entering from the west side of the arena, the mystery woman, known only as Tespin Izadora Henocque! She fights with rapier and main gauche. Let's see if she can teach this dwarf a lesson!" Which said just about all anyone knew of her, really.
(04:09:06 pm) <Aleksei_River> Aleksei had found himself a quiet seat in the middle of the stands. Sitting front row wouldn't do any good, he needed to survey everything, battlefield and battlers alike. He had shed his stark snow white cloak today in favor of something.. more seasonal. A half sleeve shirt opened loosely around the front did more to show the lean muscles that his cloak took effort to hide.
(04:09:07 pm) <Aleksei_River> Broadsword against a rapier and..? Good lords. "I hope these match ups are random, because that is just insanity." His head moves in a slow shake as he leans forward. A book was opened and a charcoal stick pulled from a pouch so he could take notes. He was nothing if not attentive.
(04:10:20 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> Enter the red-haired mystery woman, with green eyes and pale, flawless skin. She's heads taller than the dwarf across from her, but much leaner in physique. Removing a long cloak reveals a beautifully crafted rapier at her side, and a matching main gauche at the other, one of those that fans out into three blades with the flick of a wrist. Her sleeves are bound tight to her arms to
(04:10:20 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> keep them out of the way, and instead of womanly skirts, she wears leather breeches and boots up over her knees. Were it under any other circumstances, yon dwarf might prefer to buy her a drink than rough her up, but it is what it is. She neither bows to the audience nor the announcer, but simply draws her weapons and assumes a ready stance.
(04:12:07 pm) * Vena`Fawn silently lifted her green dress and moved to seat herself in the back . . . She didn't want to take away from the event as she gracefully moved past people and softly said her excuses . . . She adjusted her dress and watched the show . . .
(04:13:43 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> "The rules of the tournament are simple! Each side may attack and defend in turn, and once a fighter is too weak to continue, the bout is over! Contestants, coin toss to begin!!" ((Each player will roll initiative, whoever wins begins with an attack, rolls for a hit, opponent rolls for defense. If the hit is successful, opponent takes damage. If unsuccessful, opponent plays out
(04:13:43 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> defense and attacks next. First to 7 points wins! Critical rolls (20) do double damage on an attack and count as a ripost on defense.))
(04:13:54 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> `roll 1d20
(04:13:54 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_Henocque rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(04:13:56 pm) * Grimblade lets his eyes drift over his opponent, then grins broadly, those slate grey eyes almost leering. Couldn't he do both? "Usually I gotta pay to give a chick a beating. Hope yer ready, doll." His gloved hand raises to wipe across that broad nose of his, before he grips the Grim Blade and draws it fluidly. The blade is of a black metal, with an edge and a half, reasonably tapered
(04:13:56 pm) * Grimblade and etched with dark glyphs that now lie quiescent. "Gods it feels good to draw this thing and not have to worry..."
(04:13:59 pm) <Grimblade> `roll 1d20
(04:13:59 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(04:17:41 pm) * Grimblade grins ever more broadly as he draws that blade up with a faint ringing, then stalks forward, dark eyes fixed upon his opponent. He is in no hurry, or perhaps the bastard prince of the Goldanvils simply can't muster the speed of the taller races. With head lowered, those eyes take on a certain sadistic look. He opens with a feint to her right hip with that wicked blade, but his
(04:17:42 pm) * Grimblade true strike is a quick, deft punch toward the wrist of that hand holding that ornate main gauche, intending to deal with that right out.
(04:17:44 pm) <Grimblade> `roll 1d20
(04:17:44 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade rolled 1d20: 15 <Total: 15>
(04:17:52 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> `roll 1d20
(04:17:52 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_Henocque rolled 1d20: 12 <Total: 12>
(04:18:24 pm) * Grimblade is now known as Grimblade_1
(04:21:15 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> She'd underestimated the dwarf's speed, but thankfully not his strength. She's ready when he comes at her, turning the side with the main gauche tward him for defense. Little had she suspected, he was aiming right for that short weapon. The punch to her wrist hits the tendons there, forcing them to release, and the guard weapon skitters a few feet behind her. No matter. She can
(04:21:15 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> retrieve it at some point. With close quarters like this, she turns in to his side then and brings the heavy metal bucket grip of her rapier up into the side of his jaw, both to stun him and to put some distance between them when she dances back from the attack.
(04:21:20 pm) <@Izadora_Henocque> `roll 1d20
(04:21:20 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_Henocque rolled 1d20: 18 <Total: 18>
(04:22:37 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:22:38 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 15 <Total: 15>
(04:22:48 pm) * Izadora_Henocque is now known as Izadora_1
(04:24:16 pm) <@Izadora_1> "And not a single weapon brought into play! Are they going to duel or duke it out on the floor? It remains to be seen as the match begins on an even, but odd note!" Who the hell pays this assclown?
(04:24:55 pm) <Aleksei_River> The dwarf went for the disarm quickly, what Aleksei suspected would be the smart move. Two weapons against one, that never ended overly well for anyone involved in the fight. Getting rid of the defensive weapon made it much more difficult for the woman to parry and counterattack, as was common with those sorts of weapons. He made a quick note of this, then gave a little flinch at
(04:24:56 pm) <Aleksei_River> the way the fight seemed to progress toward a boxing match. Someone was going to lose a tooth.
(04:26:10 pm) <Grimblade_1> Oh he was quick for one of his kind, but that sudden slam of that rapier up into his jaw swings past his outstretched blade and connects solidly. It's like punching stone, but his head does snap to the side. And you know, honestly, for those precious few who knew the dwarf, he should have expected it. I mean it's not the first time some woman's pulled that on him. Still, he lifts
(04:26:11 pm) <Grimblade_1> his free hand to rub his jaw, and grins. "So you like playin' rough hmm doll? I could get used to that." With that though, he shifts his grip and brings his own blade in an upward swipe, the keen edge turned upward from left to right. But he purposefully doesn't press the slash too much, it's as if he wants to cut leather and fabric rather than flesh at this point.
(04:26:13 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:26:14 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 6 <Total: 6>
(04:26:23 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:26:23 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 9 <Total: 9>
(04:29:00 pm) <@Izadora_1> If he means to disrobe her in the arena, he'll have to do a much better job than that. The swip of the blade passes over her chest, which bows outward as her back bends, turning the dodge into a gracefully arched back walkover. Her feet land next to the main gauche she'd lost earlier, and she swipes it up as she rights herself. Her rapier swishes through the air in a series of motions
(04:29:00 pm) <@Izadora_1> to try and throw off his tracking of the thin, swift blade while she shuffles in toward him. At last, she brings the blade down in a vicious arc over the outside of his sword arm, intending to disable or at least make it hurt!
(04:29:04 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:29:04 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 12 <Total: 12>
(04:29:16 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:29:16 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 14 <Total: 14>
(04:30:12 pm) <@Izadora_1> The announcer is standing on the edge of his seat as weapons finally come into play. "Oh, swish and miss.... and swish and miss!! It's a delicate dance of failure right now. Perhaps they should have stuck to swinging their fists instead of their swords!"
(04:31:07 pm) <Grimblade_1> There's the faint >tink< of that blade skittering off of one of the steel studs in that black leather, then a quick swipe of the Grim Blade, aiming to use the heavier weight of the weapon to push that rapier aside. He follows up with a sudden side kick. His stubby legs don't have a lot of reach, but those boots have steel reinforced soles, and one aims to plant into the woman's
(04:31:08 pm) <Grimblade_1> midriff.
(04:31:11 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:31:11 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 9 <Total: 9>
(04:31:17 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:31:17 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 12 <Total: 12>
(04:32:47 pm) <@Izadora_1> Annnnd rollll that beautiful jelly roll footage! She rolls over the kick, and then to the side, away from the foot. With a quick jab, she pokes the sharp tip of that rapier in under his ribs, where the armor joins together and might leave a weak spot.
(04:32:51 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:32:52 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(04:33:23 pm) <Aleksei_River> His eyes flicker toward the announcer and he gives a little sigh, pushing the thin rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and wrinkling it in total disdan. It was fair obvious at this moron had no clue how fighthing really worked. He was here for blood, not to enjoy the artwork of swordplay between two masters of their craft. "Calling that a miss is a total disservice to the
(04:33:23 pm) <Aleksei_River> level of talent involved in carefully bending around the blade. Just like she did around that kick."
(04:39:23 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:39:23 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10>
(04:39:52 pm) <@Izadora_1> The entire audiance, all 4 of them, facepalms collectively.
(04:40:50 pm) * Vena`Fawn glanced toward Aleksei curiously as he spoke she then turned back to the event.
(04:41:55 pm) <Grimblade_1> That jab is met not with armor, but with the quick wrap of a leather gauntleted hand about the blade. Not tight, just enough to push it away. The blade would score that leather to be sure, but at this point the dwarf just wants to clear it by enough room that he can slam that skull-shaped guard of his own blade right up toward Izadora's face. His own eyes darken a bit, "Yer better
(04:41:56 pm) <Grimblade_1> than I thought, doll."
(04:41:59 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:41:59 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 2 <Total: 2>
(04:42:05 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:42:05 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 12 <Total: 12>
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(04:44:08 pm) <@Izadora_1> Not one word from her lips. He could talk all he wanted. She's not here to converse. She's here for the money, plain and simple. She ducks over (yer OVER) his jab, and brings her offhand up, flicking a switch on the main gauche and extending the two smaller side blades, like a trident. She shoves it up under his armpit, going for his swordarm again.
(04:44:12 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:44:13 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 6 <Total: 6>
(04:44:20 pm) <Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:44:20 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(04:46:12 pm) <@Izadora_1> "Can they... can they -see- each other? It's like they just keep swinging at a shadow." The announcer throws his hands up in the air as both miss again. "Someone fetch me some spectacles for these contestants!"
(04:47:26 pm) <Lachlan> "Did someone blind them prior to the event?" Addison muttered from the stands as he squinted to watch. The man could use his own pair of optics from time to time, but this was a bit ridiculous. "You'd think they both swore a bloody vow to do one another no harm prior to the match."
(04:49:11 pm) * Lachlan is now known as Griffin
(04:49:22 pm) * Nymphetamine sets mode: +v Grimblade_1
(04:49:56 pm) * Vena`Fawn glanced over at Lachlan tilting her head at him . . . She glanced back to the two fighting . . ."They could just be having a bit of bad luck is all . . ."
(04:50:41 pm) <Aleksei_River> Perhaps Aleksei had a different view. He knew this was harder than fighting. His eyes glances to Addison for a moment. Did he remember him? Could he? The man had been in the stands, but.. Aleksei was Aleksei. Not much passed his eyes he didn't notice. "This is harder than just fighting, I am afraid. Having to control your strokes and attacks just so that you don't kill or
(04:50:41 pm) <Aleksei_River> maim. Frankly, a deathmatch would be easier. At least then it would be over in one or two blows..." His eyes don't stay on the man when he speaks, though. Just enough to get his attention, then back to the fight.. taking notes the entire time.
(04:52:15 pm) <+Grimblade_1> Those dark eyes widen as those side blades extend, and there's a quick bit of a scramble. The dwarf positively leaps back, yanking arm and blade both away in a quick scramble to disengage, which he does just in time. There's a line of bronzed flesh broken by lines of tattoos in the wake of his movement, where one of the smaller sideblades has caught the bit of leather. Grimblade
(04:52:15 pm) <+Grimblade_1> staggers back a few steps, waving the cursed blade before him in a haphazard defense. His dark eyes cut up toward the announcer, then narrow. He recovers himself, circling about to position Izadora between himself and the announcer's box, then lunges forth with his broadsword. The lunge is direct, head on, and as he thrusts, his other hand comes forth from under that beard. Those deft
(04:52:15 pm) <+Grimblade_1> fingers snap out as he extends his hand. It's hard to tell just when the finely honed throwing knife leaves his fingers. It's certianly not the conspicuously hidden serpent dagger, no, just a diamond shaped blade of matte grey metal. The arc is deliberately overshot, though the way they've been going, it might appear to have just been a normal miss. He totally doesn't intend it to aim
(04:52:16 pm) <+Grimblade_1> up toward the announcer's box, honest.
(04:52:18 pm) <+Grimblade_1> `roll 1d20
(04:52:18 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_1 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(04:52:24 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:52:25 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(04:52:30 pm) * Grimblade_1 is now known as Grimblade_2
(04:53:06 pm) <+Grimblade_2> "oops. Watch yerself!"
(04:56:42 pm) <@Izadora_1> Dodge... dodge what? The knife or the sword? The dwarf does her the service of overthrowing the knife, which leaves only the blade, now much closer thanks to that little distraction. She manages to turn to the side, so as not to take the sword fully head on, but it cuts a river of blood across her ribs, soaking her shirt instantly. Strange though... she doesn't seem phased by it,
(04:56:42 pm) <@Izadora_1> save for a hiss if frustration, and a closer look through the sliced gap in her shirt would show clean skin with nary a mark on it. "Alright then." Now they had a fight. First blood had gone to him, precious blood she couldn't afford to lose much of. She sweeps the rapier down toward his feet, intending to trip him up and poke lots of little holes in his legs.
(04:56:47 pm) <@Izadora_1> `roll 1d20
(04:56:47 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_1 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(04:56:49 pm) <Griffin> "Perhaps, it could be a spot of bad luck--Oh look, he's hit her this time." Addison had learned his lesson from the previous match and chose not to wager any coin on the outcome of this match. "I tend to avoid battle for sport, you couldn't pay me to do it, mate," he told Aleksei, leaning forward in his seat and keeping his eyes fastened to the match down below.
(04:57:07 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(04:57:07 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 4 <Total: 4>
(04:57:21 pm) * Izadora_1 is now known as Izadora_2
(05:00:55 pm) <+Grimblade_2> The blade sinks home, and though he goes down to one knee, there's just something in the dwarven build that's steady as the stone. Still, the disadvantage is clear, as well as the danger. The dwarf grits his teeth, then violently slashes that sinister broadsword in a quick swipe, aiming across Izadora's chest. His other hand? His other hand finally comes to rest on the barely seen
(05:00:56 pm) <+Grimblade_2> hilt of that serpent shaped dagger.
(05:00:59 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:00:59 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 6 <Total: 6>
(05:01:05 pm) <@Izadora_2> `roll 1d20
(05:01:05 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_2 rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10>
(05:01:51 pm) <Aleksei_River> "Unfortunately, he left himself open to her faster blade doing it." Aleksei could see the hole in the defense before the blade had even connected. His eyes flickered to the woman's side and he frowned just a touch. Healed that fast. Strange. That was definately noted.
(05:02:29 pm) <Griffin> Griffin made his way down into the stands and found a seat near the rest of the common spectators, the elf clothed in his tunic and breeches, and looking relatively normal and at ease now that he wasn't the participant down in the arena. He waved politely to Aleksei, then slouched back in his seat and kicked up his feet on the empty chair in front of him.
(05:02:56 pm) <@Izadora_2> She catches the edge of that broadsword with her main gauche, twisting it and shoving it aside viciously. Teeth bared, she dances inward, slashing that rapier in a quick 1-2 jab toward the inside of his sword arm again.
(05:03:01 pm) <@Izadora_2> `roll 1d20
(05:03:01 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_2 rolled 1d20: 4 <Total: 4>
(05:03:05 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:03:06 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10>
(05:05:34 pm) <@Izadora_2> `roll 1d20
(05:05:34 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_2 rolled 1d20: 5 <Total: 5>
(05:05:46 pm) <@Izadora_2> ((er ignore that))
(05:05:53 pm) <+Grimblade_2> Still on one knee, Dunagal Arunsun has no room to really dodge. With his arm outstretched, he begins to move to hoist himself to his feet. The slash of that rapier encounters the tangled, thick black hair of his braids, and the decorative clasps that keep each braid secure. It's enough to keep blade from finding flesh as the dwarf lurches back to his feet, favoring that wounded leg.
(05:05:53 pm) <+Grimblade_2> His free hand simply reaches up to try to grasp her blouse, and pull her into a hard, forward headbutt.
(05:05:56 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:05:56 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(05:06:02 pm) <@Izadora_2> `roll 1d20
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Re: Results of Merchant Festival: Bout A

Post by Nymphetamine »

(05:06:02 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_2 rolled 1d20: 15 <Total: 15>
(05:07:59 pm) <@Izadora_2> Oh hell no. She swats his hand away with the flat of her main gauche, bringing her rapier up towards his face in hopes to distract him from using the aforementioned main gauche to hook around his wrist, and with a wrenching motion, break it or severely maul his limb.
(05:08:03 pm) <@Izadora_2> `roll 1d20
(05:08:03 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_2 rolled 1d20: 14 <Total: 14>
(05:09:51 pm) <Aleksei_River> "I didn't really know what I was getting into.. I stepped off a boat, and was signed to sign immigration papers. Then I was escorted here, where I fought the elf over there." He gives a nod back to Griffin with a smile then turns back to the fight to watch. They were both starting to lose their cool.. and that was going to make for a lot of blood.
(05:11:40 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:11:40 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 10 <Total: 10>
(05:12:43 pm) * Izadora_2 is now known as Izadora_3
(05:15:23 pm) <+Grimblade_2> Dunagal curses as that main gauch hooks about his wrist. There's the scrape of blade on bone as the wound goes deep, and the dwarf staggers back hurriedly. He looks down to the blood flowing from the deep and ragged wound so near to his wrist, before those dark eyes snap back to the woman he faces. A low growl is offered as he charges her. That wounded arm tucks in close against his
(05:15:24 pm) <+Grimblade_2> leather clad side, and the metal clasps in his beard and hair click and jingle as he dashes forth. It's not the sort of sprint that a taller race could accomplish, but there's a lot of power behind it. He puts his full weight behind a tight fisted downward hack of that cursed blade.
(05:15:26 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:15:26 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 5 <Total: 5>
(05:16:09 pm) <@Izadora_3> `roll 1d20
(05:16:09 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_3 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(05:17:55 pm) <@Izadora_3> A charge? It happens in almost slow motion before her vision, as it does from time to time, giving her plenty of time to wait, calculate, and at the last moment, pivot on her toes to spin gracefully out of the way. The dwarf is moving forward, so why shouldn't she help him along? Arcing her rapier out the opposite way, she aims to trip him up again and send him sprawling to the
(05:17:55 pm) <@Izadora_3> ground.
(05:17:57 pm) * Nymphetamine is now known as Nymph[Wiki]
(05:18:00 pm) <@Izadora_3> `roll 1d20
(05:18:01 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_3 rolled 1d20: 17 <Total: 17>
(05:18:01 pm) <Griffin> "That was a good fight, lad. I wasn't expectin' to progress nearly so far as I did against you. Didn't think I'd win at all, truth be told," Griffin admitted to Aleksei from where he had found his comfortable seat. He had a pouch of dried jerkey and meats with him that he casually gnawed while spectating, occasionally calling out a cheer without appearing to choose either side.
(05:18:12 pm) * Mikhael`Davis ([email protected]) Quit (Read error: Connection reset by peer)
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(05:20:00 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:20:01 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 12 <Total: 12>
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(05:28:03 pm) <Aleksei_River> "Can I be honest with you, Master Elf? I was hoping to knock you out with the first blow. Once we started trading, I didn't think I would fair well. I should have aimed for your head, I think." He flashes Griffin a smile and a quick wink to show he is mostly kidding. Mostly. Aleksei's fighting style does not allow for stamina. Power and speed. No one can keep that pace up
(05:28:03 pm) <Aleksei_River> for long, and it was obvious. Griffin was the better fighter in the match up. "Of the two, whom would you rather match against?"
(05:28:42 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 5(( Gonna give her a full 15 minutes before we call it. 5))
(05:30:31 pm) * Vena`Fawn glanced toward the others in the stands . . . She gently brushed her red hair away from her neck as she glanced around a girl had leaned over and was speaking with her. . . She laughed with her and nodded as her green eyes moved from the two fighting then back to the girl . . .
(05:30:32 pm) * Allie ([email protected]) has joined #blkdragon*arena
(05:30:57 pm) <Griffin> "Gods above, don't call me Master, please. My name's Griffin." He was older than Aleksei but didn't want to be the man's elder, geez. He shook his head a bit for emphasis, but broke into a big and broad smile as he listened to the warrior and swordsman nearby. "I imagine that if I weren't as quick and nimble as I am, you'd have done an excellent job of that. I'd rather be fightin'
(05:30:57 pm) <Griffin> the dwarf to be certain. They're hard hitters, but they're slow. The woman is quick with her blades."
(05:38:21 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 5(( Rav's opting to wait for her/pausing until they can finish normally. Sorry guys. Not sure what happened to Suz's connection. D: 5))
(05:41:45 pm) * Griffin is now known as Lachlan
(05:44:47 pm) * Suzthulhu ([email protected]) has joined #blkdragon*arena
(05:44:47 pm) * ChanServ sets mode: +o Suzthulhu
(05:44:56 pm) <@Suzthulhu> ((*pant pant* what'd I miss?))
(05:45:06 pm) * Suzthulhu is now known as Izadora_3
(05:45:39 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 5(( Rav's roll, it looks. 5))
(05:47:21 pm) <@Izadora_3> ((ok so I scored, rav's attack now))
(05:47:27 pm) * Izadora_3 is now known as Izadora_4
(05:47:43 pm) * +Grimblade_2 does trip this time, but just manages to avoid falling on his face when that blade stabs downward into the arena floor. He braces himself against the handle, groaning from the impact of the hilt against his chest. Heaving himself back to his feet, that arm with the wounded hand suddenly snaps out toward Isadora. A mix of blood from the mauled injury and a little glass vial is
(05:47:44 pm) * +Grimblade_2 flung forth. It's only 'aimed' haphazardly, flung by means of two crooked, bloodied fingers toward Izadora's face and upper torso. Whether said vial impacts the woman or misses and hits elsewhere, whenever it shatters the acidic contents would hiss and bubble.
(05:47:46 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:47:46 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 2 <Total: 2>
(05:49:17 pm) <@Izadora_4> `roll 1d20
(05:49:17 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_4 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(05:51:12 pm) <@Izadora_4> She only barely misses being filleted alive by whatever he has in that vial. It shatters on the ground near her foot, and she watches for a split second while it bubbles. Interesting. Dipping the tip of her rapier blade into it, she goes for him again, whipping the blade toward his face and eyes.
(05:51:17 pm) <@Izadora_4> `roll 1d20
(05:51:17 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_4 rolled 1d20: 18 <Total: 18>
(05:51:24 pm) <Aleksei_River> "The woman heals, as well. Which means no bleeding her out." His hand drops to one side, where Izadora's armor was split, but there was no sign of damage to her body. "I saw her bleeding from there, and now she is clean." He flickers his eyes toward the pair of fighters now, and his head tilts to one side a little. His eyes widen at the acid being thrown. "Would you care
(05:51:24 pm) <Aleksei_River> to change your statement about the dwarf? That's a strong acid, and if it hit your face it could blind you."
(05:52:01 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:52:02 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 15 <Total: 15>
(05:53:19 pm) * Izadora_4 is now known as Izadora_5
(05:54:41 pm) * +Grimblade_2 curses in pain as those droplets of acid sear into his flesh. They'd likely be doing the tip of that blade4 no favors either. With one eye closed, he lifts his wounded hand to wipe hurriedly at that wound, leaving a line of burned pitting against that bronzed flesh. He wasn't exactly handsome by human standards to begin with, but now he's beginning to look like weathered stone.
(05:54:41 pm) * +Grimblade_2 Long bloody smears are left over his face where his wounded hand had crossed. He yanks the Grim Blade from the ground then, and just turns, thrusting that blade up under his own outstretched arm, seeking to run the woman's midriff through.
(05:54:44 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:54:44 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 8 <Total: 8>
(05:54:50 pm) <@Izadora_5> `roll 1d20
(05:54:50 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_5 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(05:56:31 pm) <Lachlan> Griffin jumped forward in his seat a bit and blinked. "The fuck? We're not allowed to use godsdamned magic but they're able to throw about acids and poisons? That's not the least bit fair." Oh no. He wasn't going to take that bit lying down. "I'll be havin' to use my fiancee's laboratory, I see. I'm not goin' in there with a staff only."
(05:57:01 pm) <@Izadora_5> Tsk tsk. One could almost hear her saying so as the dwarf's pain and anger got the better of him and he lashed out with force, but no finesse. She, on the other hand, seems to have regained her cool, for when he makes to run her through, she simply steps aside deftly, catching the broadsword's edge with her main gauche and twisting it aside to allow her to follow through with another
(05:57:01 pm) <@Izadora_5> quick jab toward his ribs. It's an armored target, so perhaps she's just trying to bruise him up a little? Tenderizer...
(05:57:04 pm) <@Izadora_5> `roll 1d20
(05:57:05 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_5 rolled 1d20: 6 <Total: 6>
(05:57:09 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:57:09 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 9 <Total: 9>
(05:58:10 pm) * Vena`Fawn arched a brow at that, She cringed at the sight and turned to look away and then glance back. The fight was becoming more and more bloody as they fought this was going to be unpleasant seen once it was over.
(05:59:29 pm) <+Grimblade_2> Not that that armor is much better than nothing, but still, it's something. This time though, the dwarf puts his brute strength into the twist of the blade, yanking it free and knocking the thrust toward his ribs aside. His free, wounded hand draws his serpent dagger, the thin, curved blade resembles a fang. A fang that drips green fluid. He gives a quick thrust with that needle
(05:59:30 pm) <+Grimblade_2> sharp blade toward Izadora's thigh.
(05:59:33 pm) <+Grimblade_2> `roll 1d20
(05:59:34 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_2 rolled 1d20: 19 <Total: 19>
(05:59:49 pm) <@Izadora_5> `roll 1d20
(05:59:50 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_5 rolled 1d20: 7 <Total: 7>
(06:00:08 pm) * Grimblade_2 is now known as Grimblade_3
(06:02:05 pm) <@Izadora_5> Iz lets out a shriek as the blade connects, going down to her knee, the injured thigh extended out to her side. Her hands curl into fists as the wound seeps green whatever that is, her body working to purge it from her flesh. That.... that was no ordinary wound, and it would take time to heal. Gritting her teeth, she hauls herself to her feet, but not before dragging the flat of her
(06:02:05 pm) <@Izadora_5> main gauche through the arena floor, sending a shower of dirt and gravel up toward the drawf's already battered face.
(06:02:09 pm) <@Izadora_5> `roll 1d20
(06:02:10 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_5 rolled 1d20: 18 <Total: 18>
(06:02:14 pm) <+Grimblade_3> `roll 1d20
(06:02:15 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_3 rolled 1d20: 18 <Total: 18>
(06:02:23 pm) <@Izadora_5> `roll 1d20
(06:02:24 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_5 rolled 1d20: 15 <Total: 15>
(06:02:26 pm) <Aleksei_River> "Is that.. dripping?" Aleksei stands and leans forward, hand gripping the walking staff that he carries everywhere. He gives another, deeper frown and his eyes narrow and the bright blue seems to darken. This is going badly, now. The dwarf is shaken and perhaps.. berserk? The rules clearly state no killing, but what else could he intend with a seemingly poisoned dagger and vials
(06:02:26 pm) <Aleksei_River> of burning acid. If he has to face down this monster, there would be.. repercussions.
(06:02:27 pm) <+Grimblade_3> `roll 1d20
(06:02:27 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_3 rolled 1d20: 2 <Total: 2>
(06:02:34 pm) * Izadora_5 is now known as Izadora_6
(06:05:35 pm) * +Grimblade_3 staggers back, that dirt and gravel striking his wounded face, blinding him, getting into the acid scars on his face. He quickly slips that little serpent dagger away as he staggers back, having the use of only two of his fingers on his left hand. He shoves the blade back out of sight for now, while lifting the broadsword up in a defensive stance. Wounded, near blind, it's only
(06:05:35 pm) * +Grimblade_3 through the stoutness of his race that he remains standing. He seems to wait, all while that vile green venom continues to sizzle in the wound, seeking to worsen it for now.
(06:05:37 pm) <+Grimblade_3> `roll 1d20
(06:05:37 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_3 rolled 1d20: 17 <Total: 17>
(06:06:05 pm) <Lachlan> "I don't think she's healin', because they said there's an anti-magic field," Griffin muttered, still leaning forward anxiously in his seat now to see the outcome. "I think so? I dunno...pretty interestin' just the same to see what turns out from it."
(06:06:56 pm) <@Izadora_6> `roll 1d20
(06:06:56 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_6 rolled 1d20: 13 <Total: 13>
(06:07:03 pm) * Grimblade_3 is now known as Grimblade_4
(06:09:03 pm) <@Izadora_6> "Gods damn you, I will FIND YOU." When this is over, Grimblade is a dead man, where there are no arena rules to prevent her from sinking right into the earthy taste of dark dwarf meat... her mouth waters, but it's also likely from the rapidly escalating fever from her poisoned wounds. Finish it. With a shriek of pain and anger, she rolls forward, tucking her injured leg under her,
(06:09:03 pm) <@Izadora_6> to come up under his raised sword, slashing with the still bubbly-tipped rapier.
(06:09:07 pm) <@Izadora_6> `roll 1d20
(06:09:07 pm) <GameServ> Izadora_6 rolled 1d20: 18 <Total: 18>
(06:09:11 pm) <+Grimblade_4> `roll 1d20
(06:09:11 pm) <GameServ> Grimblade_4 rolled 1d20: 3 <Total: 3>
(06:09:20 pm) * Izadora_6 is now known as Izadora_7
(06:11:31 pm) <Lachlan> "Ha! And she still beat him, poison or no. Cheap shot is what it was," Griffin told Aleksei with a grin. "What ye can't do with talent, y'do with other things... like acids and poison. I'd've expected better of a dwarf. I thought they were the honorable sort?" Maybe not. He was new to Drache after all and didn't believe himself even remotely well versed with the culture even
(06:11:31 pm) <Lachlan> after a year's on and off stay. "Do you think she'll really be after the poor bastard?"
(06:11:39 pm) * +Grimblade_4 s blade falls from his hand. The ominous black bladed broadsword lands point first behind him, imbedding itself in the floor. That rapier sears through the leather armor, and into that bronzed flesh beneath. Part of a tattoo of a serpent coiled about an anvil is visible there at his arm where the blade sinks in. Grimblade grits his teeth as he falls to his knees, still unable
(06:11:39 pm) * +Grimblade_4 to see. He speaks in a low growl, "Come find me any time you want doll, we'll have some real fun..." His voice comes in a faint wheeze.
(06:13:48 pm) <@Izadora_7> The healers and whatnot have already started pouring out of the sidelines as the match comes to a halt. Iz waves them away. They'd do her no good unless one of them wanted to donate an artery or two to the cause. She hisses after Grimblade, "You have no idea what you've done." Following, she sheathes her weapons, her leg still seeping blood. Waving away another healer, she turns
(06:13:49 pm) <@Izadora_7> and walks out of the arena, pushing through a gathering crowd of curious onlookers.
(06:14:32 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 02It was a particularly... interesting match. For a while, neither could get between the other's guard. It rushed to a conclusion in the last several minutes, as each combatant had gotten more blood thirsty. This is waht Donnovath Silak should be thinking about, however, he was more concerned about how in the hell the dwarf managed to sneak in whatever it was that had wounded the female. 02--
(06:14:32 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 02--02 4"Mages!"02 he shouted, and the healers rushed out onto the field to tend to the two combatants, wary of whatever acid or alchemist potion had been thrown out during the bout. With a somewhat nervous laugh, Silak lifted his hands and tried to silence the anxious and upset crowd. 4"Well... That was... That was interesting. As always, the Black Dragon is hosting a round of drinks for 02--
(06:14:32 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 02--4 everyone who needs to cool themselves after this bout."02 He didn't sound too sure of that, and there were many concerned faces up in the announcer's box at the moment. 4"Ah... The City Council would like to thank you all for coming..."02 And for everyone not raising a fuss. He glanced to his fellows nearby, and tried to calm them wordlessly. Abruptly, the amplifying torque went quiet, and 02--
(06:14:32 pm) <@Nymph[Wiki]> 02--02 without the same fanfare as before, the coordinators of the tournament stood in a semi circle, trying to determine what happened. Meanwhile, the healers would be attempt to patch up Izadora and Grimblade as was needed, Azalia Stygian assisting where was needed most in the face of that acidic potion.
(06:15:57 pm) * Izadora_7 is now known as Suzthulhu
(06:18:32 pm) * Vena`Fawn excused herself from the woman she spoke too picking up her dress . . .She moved passed those about her and headed up the steps to go and find Ravyn, she was indeed curious to see what he thought of the event.
(06:18:45 pm) <Aleksei_River> "That was.. not good." He gives Griffin another glance and shrugs. Now he was the one having to face down the poison and acid using dwarf. That would take.. some time, it seemed. He would have to find a way to counter both, without using magic at all. "You.. you are a lucky bastard, Griffin. You just get the crazy lady with a rapier and, what my people call, a swordbreaker.
(06:18:45 pm) <Aleksei_River> " There is a faint smile there. Was he really that lucky? He had to face down another speed fighter using only his staff.
(06:19:52 pm) <Lachlan> "That woman's goin' to beat the beard off of him. She looks well pissed and ready to snap." Griffin clapped and applauded by the end of the match but decided to remain well clear of the departing woman. Chuckling, he gave a nod of his head now that it was officially determined that Aleksei got to battle with the dwarf and his poisons. "Good luck, lad. Remember to watch your knees."
(06:20:10 pm) * +Grimblade_4 does begin to slump downward, though not deadly wounded the healers would have a task and a half, if in part for his own innate magic resistance.
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