Madmans Bar room Brawls (see by appointment ;))

[250]

OOC: I thought Elves are magical? [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[LennonCook]

Speaking above the croud, his voice magically amplified as it has been several times before, the mysterious elf says "250, I challenge thee"

[250]

"I wouldn't bother" 250 replied with a contempt look "why do you fight someone that is sure going to kill you anyway?" he looks up to the sky as if he is searching for answers from the Gods themselves

"why? tell me, God, if you are so wise, why do they never learn their limits?" He listens intently for a long moment, nodding and agreeing all the while "ah ha, yes! that makes sense"

Then he finally turned to the supposedly mysterious elf "Don't fight darkness. In time, it takes you all."

[LennonCook]

"Then 250 a sissie ye be. A refusal to fight is a cowardly jest. If thee does not accept my challenge, then a sisse ye shall ever be "

[250]

"Through the Divine Maddess, I gain insight to the truth of self. The impending chaos lurks every shadow behind your step. You kill, do you? You justify your actions by your own pathetic morals. You judge things that you have no understanding of. Thus every kill you make, you further my design. What little strength left in your heart either assist me or become me. How do you fight the very thing that you swore to defend? How do you fight me?"

With a satisfied smile, 250 declared "I who manifest Maddess, the pure Chaos. You cannot fight me, you cannot win."

[Legolas]

As his non magical axes shattered he looked up at the wizard. Ignoring the dwarf handing from his fist by the beard, and the one sticking in his stomach, not to mention the chair continually crashing down on him, he stepped forward to strangle the cowardly mage.
But then he saw his brother stand and speak as if he had never been mad in his entire life, complete with wussy accent and all. He hesitated a moment while the two spoke, then decided that there was no way his brother would get all the honour.
He waded toward the bar, the chairbasher on his tail, and flicked two switches, just like he had seem Madman do a few days before. Doors and windows slammed closed, no longer just wood but made of steel. A low humming sound increased in strenght as all magic was drawn from the room. Enchanted items, magical potions, all were useless for the time being. Any spell cast fizzled before it even started. Madman was no fool, he had secured his bar, and ensured fair fights with his advanced mechanisms.
Ripping the chair from the basher's hands, and sending him flying into the air, he advanced towards the wizard, who certainly did look surprised when his suddenly he could not get his spells through. He whacked him over the head.
"Nowan calls me broth'r a sissy 'n getz away wiv it!"

Having recovered from the initial shock of the doors slamming shut, most ofthe brawlers had already gone back to their fighting. Magic was for the sissies, brute strenght for the worthy.
Heir to Merlin. Merlin who? At his cradle, his father and mother told him the names of every hero worth slaying, or already slain. While he was sucking on his pacifier axes, he had heard thousands of names come by, but never Merlin. This man, this cowardly wizard, was talking nonsense. But he had insulted his brother, his family, him. So he struck. He would beat out every single tooth the man might have, and chain them to his axes.
At the thought of his axes shattering, he ignited in rage and brought the chair down again and again, until is smashed to pieces.

[J'aran]

With liquor and blood dripping off his face from Madman's christening ritual, J'aran watches the rather addled antics of his clanmaster. Fearing the elf, who has always been a bit unhinged, has now totally lost his sanity, he's just about to raise his Morningstar as it crumbles to dust all of a sudden, a disintegration caused by one of SookmaCook's spells. With a confused grin he searches the room for his prized magical lute Demonaxe, only to find it lying in pieces in a corner. A terrifying roar of anger shakes the very foundations of the bar as he charges forward and aims a kick of his heavy, ironstudded boots at the wizard's groin.

[ 01-16-2002: Message edited by: J'aran ]

[Madman-Rogovich]

seeing jaran escape madman turne his attention to the pain in his head. turning round swiftly he grabbed the other chair weilder by the throat and said 'what whould you rather friend... i give you this as i like your style.....wants ye a tag team friendship ora one on one chair duel between us? madmans chair shaked readily....?

[shadowhound]

The werewolf (shapechanged goblin) walks up behind the mysterious elf and rakes his claws down his back.

[250]

OOC: Legolas!!! LOL ROFL, it is funny