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 Posted: Tue Dec 15, 2009 4:40 pm
Please post your character stats at fist. Include what items your character is bringing in to the dungeon, and a copy of your character's current stats WITH THE ITEM EFFECTS ALREADY ADDED. I will try to post at least once a day, but will post more often if I can.
((I will occasionally present you with possible side quests in the form of NPCs. You can choose to ignore them or go on with them for your own fun. It's your choice. ^_^))
As you enter the large lobby of the tournament tower a pretty, yet strangely emotionless receptionist greets you. “Welcome, your fist match is ready whenever you are. Your first match is against a single Goblin Patroller (See "Monster List" thread for stats) You are healed after each round so don't worry about life after the combat. Do you have any questions?”
People you may talk to:
Receptionist
Or you may start round 1
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 12:37 am
User name: Amp Zaphrix
Character name: Zerrix Wesner
Attack: 5 (+6 from swords)
Defense: 2
Combat Dice: 1d12 (4)
Magic: 0
Life: 15 (3)
Equip: 6
Abilities: Fury
Items: Long sword x2
Spells: None
Actions: Stunning Blow, Smash, Power Up
Money: 200 Chips
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Zerrix, a rather tall man with pale angular features, shook his head slightly. "Nothing of note, dear Lady." he said to her, whilst adjusting his storm grey tunic in a classic Picard maneuver. After a moment, he paused, and then began tying his black hair back with a silvery silk ribbon. "On second thought... Where is the entrance to the Arena?" he chuckled. "I am dreadfully sorry to be a bother, but it is my first time... Be gentle." He winked and laughed at his own joke quietly, hoping to elicit a response.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 3:15 pm
"That way" The receptionist said and pointed towards a white room with one goblin patroller. No emotion or response other than the pointing and the words were elicted out of the receptionist.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 4:24 am
"Indeed." The man swiftly strode towards the room, casually drawing two well-crafted long blades. They were too light for his tastes, but he'd have to make due, it was all he could use for the time being.
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2009 10:49 pm
A goblin waited inside the white room, ready to attack. It lunged at you once you took one step into the room, ready to cause very little damage.
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Laertes Ursus rolled 1 12-sided dice:
12
Total: 12 (1-12)
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Posted: Sat Dec 19, 2009 4:15 am
Zerrix wasn't going to give it the chance if he could. Lunging back, both swords weaving intricate patterns, he spun at an angle, one longsword seeking flesh while the second came whirling in for more.
((Applying dice to attack))
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 5:43 pm
The goblin fell onto the ground, slashes all through its mangled body and it laying on the ground.
Rewards: 50 chips
Next round: Goblin Patroller, Imp
In the next waiting room, you see a mysterious woman sitting on the couch. As she notices you her there, she disapears in a breeze of wind. She had blond hair and green eyes that were unforgetable once they were seen. Her height is impossible to be determined due to her sitting down, but she is not as small as a gnome since her feet were able to touch the ground from the couch. She was wearing a white and golden dress.
The receptionist is still in the booth, the same one as from the entrance.
(DM's Note: Please, for the next rounds, put your attacks in a format like this after roleplay:
Attacking ________
Dice to attack/defense
Other actions, etc.
This will just make it easier to be read by DMs.)
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 7:29 pm
((As you wish.))
Ever-curious, Zerrix enters the waiting room with a puzzled expression. He looks intently at the place where the woman sat, as though looking for some clue. Should he find none, he would look to the receptionist. "Who was the woman that was there?" he would ask.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 9:02 pm
Nothing was on the couch except for a small pendant which was a circle made out of gold and a saphire in the middle.
The receptionist blinked. "Records have no information about that woman. I am sorry." She said.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 11:50 am
Zerrix, perplexed, picked up the pendant with the care one would give to delicate crystal. His gloved hands turned the item over cautiously, examining the item. "And this? I do not suppose you have access to records of items?" His knowledge of the markets being put to the tests, he uses the skills of appraisal handed down by his father to him, in an attempt to discern its immediate worth. At least, he would be able to tell how much such an item would be missed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 8:10 pm
"Sorry, no records of that item, sir." The receptioist said.
The pendant, you could realize as you picked it up, was just a regular pendant and had no magical traits about it. The gold circle was a precious 24k gold and the saphire was not polished. Instead, the saphire looked like it was cut right from a source and placed in the middle of the small golden circle. The chain that held it was a silver chain that was made up of small rectangular links, each link was less than a forth of an inch big. There was a small clip that could easily open and close the chain to allow a person to put the pendant on their neck with ease. This pendant had to be worth a fortune. On the back of the pendant, though, was a small engraving on the golden circle that could only be seen if you were studying it with care and intensely.
To my love, the mysterious woman of winds
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 8:59 am
Frowning, Zerrix slipped the item into a safe pouch hung around his neck. This made it so that cutting his purse without his knowledge a riskier prospect than probable reward, an old trick he learned from his father. Look down on your money and keep what you have off your belt. He smirked as he patted what looked to be a coinpurse on his hip, which actually only ever contained ordinary sand. This pendant matter confused him, but he resolved to look for its rightful owner. Surely it would be dearly missed. "And so what would be my next fight, good Lady?" he enquired of the receptionist.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:59 pm
"Your next fight is a goblin patroller and an imp. They are right in the next room, sir." The receptionist said and pointed to the room with an imp and a goblin patroller in it that ready to fight and take down the next person, or die like the usual.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 7:09 am
Zerrix nodded. "Thank you, good lady." he said to her, and readied his blades before diving forth into the next room. The mystery of the Lady of the Winds would have to wait.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 2:50 pm
In the next room, an imp and a goblin patroller stood, ready to fight. The goblin patroller will attack while the imp patiently waits for its magic to charge.
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