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Zane walks trough the cone of splaying light."Beautiful, BUT USELESS."
1d20+4=23His hands work quickly, his words, rapid acrane intonations, and as he completes the spell he continues to advance, his feet now hovering 3 inches above the ground.
The mage stumbles backword, barely able to launch a magic missle spell before he stops just within the rings barrier.
Zane walks trough the cone of splaying light."Beautiful, BUT USELESS."
1d20+4=23His hands work quickly, his words, rapid acrane intonations, and as he completes the spell he continues to advance, his feet now hovering 3 inches above the ground.
The mage stumbles backword, barely able to launch a magic missle spell before he stops just within the rings barrier.
Barely flinching at his opponent's attack the wizard extends a hand dramatically and barks draconic words. A burning rock hurtles towards his off balance opponent. 1d20+6=18, 3d6=12
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Barely flinching at his opponent's attack the wizard extends a hand dramatically and barks draconic words. A burning rock hurtles towards his off balance opponent. 1d20+6=18, 3d6=12
His body does not have enough strength to keep from falling out of the circle when the burning rock slams into him. "Zane Argentus is the winner and will move on to the next round." The fallen mage is given a potion and is able to stand again. He walks out of the colosseum, fuming. Several more matches begin and end before it is time for Trymos to enter the ring. His opponent is an alluring half-elf, who smiles sweetly as he enters the circle. "Hello."
Trymos bows slightly and taps his spear's point against his shield. "A pleasure to meet you too, my dear."
"How about a little ice with that drink!", he says as a shard of ice shoots towards the elf.
Missed, Damage, but who cares about it?
The shard lands at her feet, and then explodes into shards of ice.
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"I have no witty pun for this!"
"What, you don't like the way I shake hands? At least your honest. I think I'll just cut straight to the point." She walks closer to Trymos, drawing a small dagger from her robes and casting a spell next to him. A barrier of blades surround her, forming a ring of spinning steel that cuts into his flesh.
Trymos continues to grapple with the hand. "Oh, I thought of one! I've got to hand it to you, this is one tricky spell. So why don't you dispel it before I SEND A SCORCHING RAY *senseless stream of profanity*"
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"Oh, such bad language from somebady who appeared so nice! You want a hand? Okay..." With a word of draconic, her left arm becomes larger and covered in stone.
"Either give up and apoligize for your language, or I'll be forced to knock some manners into you." The blades once again bite into Trymos's flesh.
"Even in the face of Orcus himself, I shall never surrender! So, just finish this already, put some effort into this!"
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"Even in the face of Orcus himself, I shall never surrender! So, just finish this already, put some effort into this!"
"If you wish." She raises her arm... and brings it down on the hand, disspelling the blades as she does. As the hand crumbles, she backs away quickly.
"I will at least try to be fair."
"Thank you. I take back what I said before. Now let's lay off with the puns for a bit, alright?" Trymos finally appears truly serious about this. As he backs away, a bright flash of light engulfs the elf.
"The thing is, if I cover a large enough area, it doesn't matter if I can't find you!"
With that, Trymos suddenly raises his hands up to the sky, and rocks from throughout the field hurtle up into the sky.
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"OW. Now your rocking my world! But you have told me where you are, so I thank you." She appears a little to the left of her original position, visible bruised, and words radiating cold come flow from her mouth. A thin gray mist rises from the ground, light dimming as it does so, and a slight wind sends a chill down your spine.
"Yes, but that doesn't really matter, because you're still blind. Besides, you showed me your position too."
Another shard of ice shoots out at her, but it missed and once again blows up at her feet. Trymos then moves away to prevent her from knowing where he is.
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"Yes, but that doesn't really matter, because you're still blind. Besides, you showed me your position too."
Another shard of ice shoots out at her, but it missed and once again blows up at her feet. Trymos then moves away to prevent her from knowing where he is.
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Considering Trymos just correctly identified the Mist, I can believed he moved out of the it. And the miss chance for spell she's about to casts reveals...[/ooc]
"Let's see. If you were smart, you'd either move out of the mist or stay there and hope I thought you moved. This might have worked against another mage, but I have someone who can help. Shim?" [i]As she opens a pouch on her belt, a small lizard crawls up her arm. She raises here arm and moves it around until it points at Trymos. "There? Your sure? Thank you Shim, I'll give you a sugar-cricket when we get back to our room." Keeping her hand pointed toward Trymos, a thin line of lightning jumps from her hand, and unerringly strikes Trymos in his chest.
Trymos nearly collapses, his breathing ragged. "This was fun, but this ends now!", he says as three bolts of force lance out towards the elf.
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As the missles slam into her, the half-elf gasps and falls. Her familiar dashes over to Trymos, hisses, and dashes back to his mage, while the judges declare Trymos the winner. As he walks out of the circle, Trymos feels his wounds disappear and he sees the half-elf's bruises do the same. The judges declare the next match is starting and soon this part of the competition is over. Violese is called next to last for her part of the tournament, her opponenet a halfling wearing armor and carrying a strange mace. He looks at her with obvious disinterest and stands in the circle, no emotion showing on his face.
Violese's expression is equally disinterested - all her focus is on the combat itself, acknowledging the halfling only as motion and stillness. Her rapier rests easily in her hand, pointed at her foe.
Violese narrows her eyes slightly as the signal to begin is given. "Asca esgal," she murmurs, and disappears.
as the man asks her what contest she wishes to enter she questions Can i enter all of them? if not i guess i shall choose the puzzle contest it would be far more interesting than fighting but i would really prefer to try them all, she eagerly looks up to him for a reply i like variety she adds with an evil grin.
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as the man asks her what contest she wishes to enter she questions Can i enter all of them? if not i guess i shall choose the puzzle contest it would be far more interesting than fighting but i would really prefer to try them all, she eagerly looks up to him for a reply i like variety she adds with an evil grin.
[time warp]"Your lucky, there was only one spot left for the puzzle contest."
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Violese, your opponent does not seem surprised by your sudden disappearence. He says only one word, "Doshaw", and darkness enshroud a 20ft area around him.
Violese, your opponent does not seem surprised by your sudden disappearence. He says only one word, "Doshaw", and darkness enshroud a 20ft area around him.
Violese flickers back into existence, shrouded in mystic shadows. Peering through them, she spies the darkened form of the halfling - or what she hopes is his form. In a rush, she leaps for him, shouting, "Dram sanya! Galar map!" as her rapier flicks out.
Rapier attack (1d20+26=46, damage 1d6+6=11, electricity 5d6=12)
Crit confirm (1d20+26=41, damage 1d6+6=8)
Violese grunts under the impact of whatever it was, but she is already chanting again as well. She disappears once more, far better than the shadows could hide her.