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The Pit
Jul 12, 2015 16:05:30 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 16:05:30 GMT -5
Round 2:
Crowl: 179 (passive) Dudley: 149 Golem: 166 Mad sorceress: 211
Dudley takes a smashing blow from the golem as Crowl charges the wizard, but she raises her hands and a wall of bodies rises around her, shielding her from his savage blows. An armored body smashes into him, wrenching his shoulder out of socket.
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The Pit
Jul 12, 2015 22:20:24 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 22:20:24 GMT -5
Round 3:
Crowl: 144 Dudley: 152 Golem: 111 Sorceress: 118
Crowl gets through the sorceress's defenses and smashes her side, and as she falls to the ground the golem begins to dissipate. She spits at the giant and a huge black of sand rushes to him, but the quick knight Dudley gets them out of the way. The crazed woman rolls on the ground, cursing in a dozen tongues.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 12:46:04 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 12:46:04 GMT -5
//
As the golem dissipates, order is restored to the panicky crowd. The chained sorceress spews hatred but seems to have no power left in her at all for spells. No one is quite clear on what to do, so looks like it is up to the fighters to decide.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 13, 2015 13:08:10 GMT -5
Dud looks over at Crowl. "I say we kill this one." Dud says dryly. "But that could be because I hate this magic shit." Dud has his sword out and pointed at sorceress ready to strike if she gains any power back.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 13, 2015 16:58:24 GMT -5
"Gladly, fuck the bitch and fuck magic." He states his dislocated arm hanging limp. He then proceeds to punch her right in the face seeing if he can behead her with just a punch.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 13, 2015 18:00:35 GMT -5
Dud watches the punch. He would slice her throat if the beheading punch doesn't work. He stays on guard though, you can never be too sure with magic in the mix.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 19:51:08 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 19:51:08 GMT -5
She dies. Her head mostly comes off.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 13, 2015 20:00:42 GMT -5
Dud sort of chuckles to himself. "Quite the punch there." He says. "She was a tougher opponent than those first three fighters." Dud cleans off his blade before sheathing it.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 20:26:12 GMT -5
Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 13, 2015 20:26:12 GMT -5
"Just a little." He says looking down at his arm, before looking up at the announcer again. "Wonder if they have anything else in store for us."
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 20:45:31 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 20:45:31 GMT -5
The announcer is flabbergasted and the crowd is silent or screaming in pain. They don't seem to have much left for the moment. The pair are awarded gold belts of champions.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 20:48:10 GMT -5
Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 13, 2015 20:48:10 GMT -5
Crowl looks at his belt, wondering how much it is worth. He throws it over his shoulder and tries to depart the central pit and heads back to where the rest of the northern party waited. "I hope one of them had the good sense to bet money on us." He tells Dud.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Jul 13, 2015 21:08:37 GMT -5
Dud examines the belt and checks for the authenticity of the gold. "Think we had good odds? It was 3 on 2 at first." Dud answers.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 21:09:49 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2015 21:09:49 GMT -5
The belt clasp is gold and the belt itself is some sort of leather from a crocodile or some beast. Some of the northerners had bet heavy and we're happy.
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The Pit
Jul 13, 2015 21:51:30 GMT -5
Post by Karyl Crowl on Jul 13, 2015 21:51:30 GMT -5
Crowl hands his belt to Benjen. "Think you could do a man a favor." He says flopping his arm towards the prince to pop back into place.
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The Pit
Jul 15, 2015 22:47:41 GMT -5
Post by Raven Umber on Jul 15, 2015 22:47:41 GMT -5
//// Raven was alone, sitting and drinking watching the fights, wearing a dark cloak her face was covered by the hood. Maybe tangling in here will steel her resolve and motivate her into better spirits.
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