Enter the OCTAGON (Arena Combat - open to all)

[AzureWolf]

Originally posted by caleb: OOC: Spoiler warning dont look at the front page.

You bastard!!!! [img]tongue.gif[/img]
Without your warning I would never have looked at the front page, and now I know I've lost to a wimpy mage, how the hell did that happen?

[Morgan_Corbesant]

actually sir regan, i feel that it was i who performed poorly in our three way battle. if anyone should be fighting you, it is me. if you agree, then i will do so. if not, then i appologise, and accept any other offers, including those of the undiciplined arts.

[Sir ReGiN]

Originally posted by Morgan_Corbesant: actually sir regan, i feel that it was i who performed poorly in our three way battle. if anyone should be fighting you, it is me. if you agree, then i will do so. if not, then i appologise, and accept any other offers, including those of the undiciplined arts.

Heh I was just joking about Death not doing well in the fight, I just couldn't find any other RP reason to fight him [img]tongue.gif[/img]
But hey! I'll fight ya, sure! It will be a good fight

IC: Pff, you wish to defend your comrade do you? Well then, I'll make you wish that that thought had never even crossed your mind!

[caleb]

Originally posted by AzureWolf: You bastard!!!! [img]tongue.gif[/img] Without your warning I would never have looked at the front page, and now I know I've lost to a wimpy mage, how the hell did that happen?

Well its your own damn fault for looking [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 06-15-2002, 08:28 PM: Message edited by: caleb ]

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Take heart, AzureWolf, and check the front page again.

As they say in pro football here in America - "Upon further review, the play has been changed".

I made a mistake during the game and had to do the melee' section over. I knew my elf wouldn't stand much of a chance if Kharn ever got close enough for hand-to-hand combat, but you missed your first attack and then I rolled a 19 to hit you. But you beat my initiative in the second round of melee and scored a critical hit. It didn't kill the elf, but it took him down low enough to where your minimum damage would beat him. I then made my second attack and rolled 19 again, reducing Kharn to 0 hit points. I couldn't beleive I actually beat you in melee', then I remembered that you should have gotten an extra attack during the second round which I had neglected to roll. You only beat my initiative by one, so check out the third fight below to see how my wimpy mage ALMOST beat you.

Sorry for the confusion. I usually don't upgrade the Roster until AFTER Posting the fights, but I was trying to get caught up and Posted them ahead of time.

Anyway, read on to see how the last four battles played out.

[caleb]

You scared me man. I thought you were gonna say ALL the rosters were wrong. PHEW!

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Neb vs Caleb, the Biscuit King Round II


“Good evening, IronWorks fans – and Welcome To The Octagon! We’ve got four great fights for you tonight. First up tonight, we have a rematch between two warriors who use their bodies as weapons. Entering from the West gate is the Master of the Mind, Neb, the Psionic.” Neb enters the arena in his flowing red cape. He uses his powers to start Blinking around the arena. Instead of jumping from one side to the other as he usually does, though, Neb leaps up and advances only a few feet with each Blink. By doing this, he appears to “fly” in a large circle around the arena crowd. He makes a couple of trips and then lands at his appointed spot.

“And entering from the East gate is a warrior from the Eastern lands. Where Neb uses the power of his mind, his opponent has honed his body to be a living weapon. Please welcome Caleb, The Biscuit King.” Caleb comes in wearing only his greaves and bracers. His muscular upper body is bare. His sling is attached to a loop in his greaves, and he carries a net slung over his left shoulder. He waves to the crowd and heads straight for his mark.

As soon as both men are ready, the contest begins.

Neb makes the first move. Still using his Blinking ability, he disappears and “pops up” right behind the monk. He slashes with his scimitar at his opponents exposed back, but Caleb senses the attack and ducks underneath the blade. In the same motion, he kicks straight out behind him, catching Neb in the pit of the stomach and knocking the breath out of him. He then spins with the momentum of the kick and delivers two, lightning fast strikes to Nebs’ face. Due to his training, the Biscuit King can do as much damage with his bare hands as Neb can with his sword. Reeling from the pain of the attack, Neb decides to abandon the close attacks. He Blinks away and uses his power to Levitate above the ground.

Caleb adjusts easily to this change by removing his sling and loading a bullet into it. He swings it around his head and launches it at the floating psionic. It misses, but comes closer than Neb would like. He decides to erect a defensive barrier around himself to protect him from flying stones. As soon as his defense is in place, he concentrates on his next attack. He uses one of his psionic disciplines to start lowering the air temperature around the monk. Caleb doesn’t notice anything immediately. He simply loads another bullet in his sling and sends it toward Neb. The Biscuit King is pleased with his aim, as the bullet heads straight for Neb’s face. However, it appears to fly right through the psionic without doing any damage. Frustrated, he tries one more time with the same results. The bullet flies straight towards the mark, and then continues on without hitting him. Caleb also begins to notice the air getting colder around him. Neb used this same tactic in their first fight and the monk knows that the cold will only get worse. He charges forward, unfurling his net as he goes. As the cold starts to seep into his bones, he gets close enough to sling the net towards his levitating opponent. His physical strength and skill serve him well as the net flies up and wraps around the Neb. Unfortunately, it has little effect other than that. Neb remains suspended in the air with the net wrapped around him. As Caleb tries to decide his next move, he feels a mental tug at his body. He recognizes the Teleportation attack Neb used before. The attack pulls on him, but he is able to resist....then he changes his mind and lets the teleportation take him.

He pushes with his legs just as he feels himself being taken, hoping to divert the path of the attack. Sure enough, he appears almost directly over Neb, rather than in front of him as planned. Caleb uses his superb physical control to lash out at Neb in mid-air with a vicious kick. His aim is true, but his timing is off and the kick goes just over the psionics head. As he falls, Caleb reaches out and grabs the net surrounding his opponent. Neb is unprepared for the extra strain on his Levitation, and both men fall to the arena floor.

Now Neb is securely ensnared inside the net. He has to abandon his cryogenic attack on the monk, who has been suffering damage from the cold for several minutes. As Neb struggles to free himself, he notices a thin sheen of frost on the monk’s skin. He finally manages to find the opening in the net and grabs at it frantically. His efforts are too late, though. He looks up just in time to see the monk’s foot flying straight for his face. His head is the first thing to hit the ground as he flies backward, but he is not aware of the impact, because he is already unconscious.

The winner of the rematch is Caleb, the Biscuit King.

Biscuit King: 3000xp 1 Reputation point
Neb: 1500xp

[caleb]

IC:Well ya cant say it was luck now thought twister .

OOC: [img]tongue.gif[/img] BOOYAH!

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Oorgh Uggh vs the Hill Giant

“Our next fight features a warrior who has yet to be defeated. He has bested all of his opponents and even beaten a monster single-handed. He is going to attempt to duplicate that feat again tonight. Only this time, he will be facing his largest, strongest opponent ever. Entering from the West Gate is Oorg Uggh, the half-orc beserker. Tonight, he will be fighting a Hill Giant in single combat.”

Oorg enters the Octagon wearing a suit of plate mail. He has added long spikes to the armor in various locations. His huge shield is strapped across his back and his battleaxe is tied to his belt. He carries a long spear in his hands, which he raises in a salute to the crowd. He reaches his appointed spot and turns to the crowd...”OORG IS THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL!” His voice is slightly muffled by the full-face helmet he is wearing to cover the vicious scar he received from the Owlbear.

An equally loud challenge comes from the East Gate. “ME CRUSH PUNY MAN.” The arena floor seems to shake as the massive hill giant comes stomping out into the arena. He wears the hide of some unknown animal for armor and is carrying a club that is almost as long as Oorg is tall. As soon as he spots the half-orc, he charges into battle.

Oorg waits for the giant to get into range and hurls his spear. It heads for his opponents huge chest, but the hill giant snatches it in mid-air before it hits. Oorg had forgotten how skilled giants are at catching missile weapons. As he hurriedly unstraps his shield, the giant barrels in with his club swinging. The air is blasted out of Oorgs lungs as the heavy club smashes into his chest. The force of the blow knocks the half-orc. He lands hard and rolls into the wall of the arena. He rises in time to see the giant charging in again. This time, he is able to deflect the blow with his shield. The opening attack has unleashed his beserker fury and he immediately strikes out at the giant, sinking his axe deep into the large thigh of the creature.

The giant roars in pain and anger and brings his club smashing down on top of the smaller half-orc again. The armor absorbs some of the impact, but Oorg still feels his collarbone snap from the blow. In his beserker rage, however, he feels no pain...just anger. He swings his axe again in a wicked crosscut attack, leaving two long gashes in the giant’s midsection. The massive club swings down again, and is blocked by Oorgs shield.

The battle is ferocious and intense. There is no subtlety to either warrior’s attacks. They both stand their ground and refuse to give in to their opponent’s attacks. Each loud clang of the club against plate armor is answered by long gashes left from the battleaxe. It’s just a matter of who can deal out – and take – the most damage.

Several minutes go by with neither the half-orc nor the giant gaining a clear advantage. Then, slowly, the severity and strength of the giant’s attacks begins to ebb. He is obviously reaching the end of his endurance while Oorg shows no sign of tiring. Sensing that the hill giant is weakening, Oorg launches a frenzied series of attacks that leave the giant staring in shock at a huge hole in its belly. It falls to the ground, along with several it’s vital parts.

As the beserker rage slowly subsides, Oorg stands over his fallen foe. He is surprised to see a huge dent in his armor from the giants opening attack, and he begins to feel the pain from his broken collarbone. Still, he has beaten the giant. He turns to the crowd to repeat his now familiar battle chant.

“OORG IS THE MIGHTIEST OF ALL!!!”

Oorg Uggh: 3000xp 1 Reputation point (Level up)

[Cerek the Barbaric]

Kharn, Beserker of Khorn vs Kelryn, NPC mage

As Oorg shouts the praises of his battle skills to the crowd, the Octagon’s newest beserker looks on from within the West Gate in disdain. Mightiest of all, indeed, thinks Kharn to himself. That is only because you have not chosen face the wrath of the Blood God. The Khornic beserker is an unusually bad mood because he has been challenged by – of all things – a mage. A puny spellweaver has had the audacity to request a fight with the champion of Khorn, the Chaos Blood God. Well, this won’t take long, Kharn thinks to himself. I’ll split this weakling mage in two with my axe and – perhaps later – we will see who the mightiest warrior is.

Kharn hears his name being introduced to the crowd and strolls out into Octagon. His huge muscles ripple underneath his massive chest as he walks quickly to his mark. His indignation at facing a puny spellslinger has already caused the beserker fury to start rising within him. His opponent is called out and his appearance does nothing to diminish the growing rage within Kharn. It is an elf dressed in dark red pantaloons and a sleeveless tunic. Kharn lets out a primal roar at the sight of this un-worthy opponent, but if the mage is frightened, he shows no sign of it. He carries a quarterstaff with him as he walks, even though he has no plans to actually use it. He reaches his mark and nods to Cerek that he is ready. Seeing that Kharn can barely contain himself, Cerek quickly gives the command for the fight to begin.

Kharn charged at the elf, his huge, two-handed battleaxe raised over his shoulder. Kelryn calmly removed some spell components from a pouch as the beserker roared towards him. He held the necessary components in one hand and began tracing symbols in the air with his other while chanting in an arcane language. His voice rose as the components were consumed and he pointed to a spot 20 feet in front of him as his incantations stop. A cloud of orange vapors began to rise from the ground around the charging Kharn, but he paid them no heed. As the vapors grew thicker, their caustic fumes entered his nostrils and -–in spite of himself – the warrior fell to his knees and began retching uncontrollably. Pleased with his success, Kelryn quickly removed more spell components and began a second spell. His first spell, a Stinking Cloud, would only serve to slow the warrior down for a limited amount of time. Kelryn had no way of knowing how long Kharn would be affected by the fumes, but given his impressive Constitution, he feared it wouldn’t be long. He had to take the warrior out as quickly as possible before he overcame the effects of the cloud.

He finished the incantation of his second spell. It was his most powerful spell and sent a bolt of lightning searing into the fallen warrior. To his surprise, Kharn didn’t rise after being hit with the lightning. That gave the elf some measure of hope. If Kharn had withstood the effects of the Cloud, he would have risen immediately and continued towards the elf. Since he wasn’t getting up, it was obvious the Cloud had affected him more than expected. Kelryn continued to remove spell components and cast more spells. He sent three yellow darts of magical energy speeding into Kharn, who was still unable to rise from the ground. A second round of Magic Missiles found their mark and Kharns incredible strength, combined with his beserker fury, finally allowed him to overcome the noxious fumes. He stumbled out of the cloud unsteadily, his eyes, nose, and throat still burning from the vapors. As he stood there, three more missiles slammed into his chest, causing him to stagger back. He had had enough. Gripping his axe tightly, he ran blindly straight towards the arrogant little elf.

For the first time, Kelryn was concerned. He had been confident that his magic could overcome brute strength. He was wrong. He had cast every damaging spell he had, but the beserker was still on his feet.....and approaching fast. As Kharn bore down on him with his axe, Kelryn used elven reflexes to dive into a roll to avoid the slashing blade. He rolled to his feet and swung his quarterstaff. It smacked the beserker in the back of the head so hard that it snapped in two. He had little time to worry about that, though, as the massive axe sliced through the air towards him. It cut a horrid gash across his chest and blood poured freely down the front of his shirt. Kharn followed the attack with an underhanded cut that sank his axe deeply into his opponent’s body – so deeply that the edge of the blade actually broke through the elf’s back.

Kelryn’s eyes and mouth were opened in shock. Try as he might, he could not catch his breath or even cry in pain. As Kharn wretched his axe free, unimaginable pain flooded the elf’s body and he fell to his knees, his breath finally coming in short ragged gasps as blood poured freely from the garish wound. Kharn was still lost in the beserker fury and – seeing the elf on his knees – raised his axe to chop off his impudent head. Some deep-rooted survival instinct warned Kelryn of the attack. He used his last ounce of strength to ram the remaining section of his staff straight up between his opponent’s legs. As one end of the staff struck it’s mark, Kelryn jammed the other end into the ground, bringing Kharns’ forward momentum to an immediate halt. Even his beserker fury could not overcome the pain of that particular strike and the axe fell from Kharns hand as he doubled over, landing on top of the bleeding mage.

Cerek stared at the two combatants for a minute, trying to determine the winner. Neither of them was moving, but Kharn had been the last one standing.

The winner is Kharn, the Khronic Beserker.

Kharn: 3000xp 1 Reputation point