Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 25, 2012 23:59:29 GMT -5
Crowl follows his prince chanting, "Old God's protect us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 26, 2012 0:01:04 GMT -5
As the sound of waves nears...Meraxes grins and raises a hand. A massive pulse of energy blasts outwards...shredding trees, and only oriax's residual power and the others' armor stops them from being ripped into. "Waves cannot kill me..." The shockwave crosses over the valleys and smashes into the approaching tsunami...
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 26, 2012 0:01:42 GMT -5
He just stared at the sights before him. Even aften after all his years he had not seen a storm of this size, nor even heard of the power at his back. Turning back, he sighed. This was not what he signed up for. Running back he picked up his axe and joined the fight
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Kurts
Prince
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Post by Kurts on Nov 26, 2012 0:06:21 GMT -5
Feeling the power shift allegiance, Oriax reveled in the moment despite the foe they faced and the pulse that tested his new limits.
"I have the power! I feel everything! I know everything! I am everything!" he bellowed in a voice laced with unbridled energy, taking control of Cassadar's skeletal minions and blood golem to turn them against the goddess.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 26, 2012 0:07:40 GMT -5
The blood golem smashes into the goddess, though the skeletons are long sinc evanished to rubble. Meraxes chokes on the blood, before shattering it and spraying it everywhere. It is obvious the sorcerer now has her...undivided attention.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 26, 2012 0:09:14 GMT -5
Benjen, seeing Meraxes attention on Oriax attempts to chop the fucking bitch's head off.
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Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
Posts: 1,022
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 26, 2012 0:10:39 GMT -5
Crowl follows and tries to punch her in the stomach and break her goddamn spine because she is like a choir girl compared to him.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 26, 2012 0:12:00 GMT -5
Uhtred pounds up behind the them, readies a swing that would take the bitch at the knee.
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Post by Marlow on Nov 26, 2012 0:15:12 GMT -5
Jason reaches her right after Crowl does, lunging forward with his blade in a straight thrust that would take her through the heart.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 26, 2012 0:17:05 GMT -5
Round 1:
All players get +20 for numbers
Meraxes: 181 (-45)
Benny: 149 (-20 now)
Uhtred: 199
Crowl: 111 (-50 now)
Jason: 156 (-10)
Titus: 207 (100)
Kalvin: 221
Meraxes smashes into Ben, using him as a lub and beating him into Crowl, but there are too many blades to dodge them all, and Titus and Kalvin and Uhtred all stab her. She screams in wordless ancient fury.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 26, 2012 0:25:39 GMT -5
Round 2:
Meraxes: 111
Benny: 171
Karyl: 139
Jason: 142
Uhtred: 129
Kalvin: 167
The men converge on the woman with ferocity, and she is cut and smote beneath their blades. A smoky pink mist rises from her corpse, and heads into the air, northwest.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 26, 2012 0:28:28 GMT -5
Benjen stares at the mist and frowns when it swoops off, before looking around for Cassadar.
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Post by Marlow on Nov 26, 2012 0:29:49 GMT -5
He swings at the mist as much as he can, not caring how it may look.
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Kurts
Prince
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Post by Kurts on Nov 26, 2012 0:30:37 GMT -5
Oriax concentrates on every trace of residual magic left on this island and every bit of his newfound power. He drew blood out from the pores in his figers; melding it with fire, shadow, and the last bit of power left on this island. He grew pale, fusing the schools of magic together in a way unnatural and thought impossible. Better sorcerers had died in the attempt, but they had never had such power to work with. He targets all this effort at the mist leaving the slain host body, attempting to smote the remnant or banish Meraxes back to wherever she had come from.
(Ritual 90)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 26, 2012 0:34:56 GMT -5
A massive blast erupts from his hands, scarring them permanently, roasting the mask right off his face. His robes light on fire, but they extinguish as the energy surges upwards. Cassadar screams as his very essence is sucked from his body and fired up at the mist. The glowing pink nearly vanishes before weakly heading northwest...
Resuly: 90 + 120 + 88=298
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