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TomtaJolz generated a random number between
40 and 60 ...
54!
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 Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:11 pm
Alright, an explanation of the rules... Either of you roll to beat my number, and then whoever didn't roll first, rolls next. You alternate rollers from that point on.
The goal here is to get three "scores."
What a score is.
1.) When you roll the die, if your roll wins, you get a score.
2.) If you lose a die roll... NO ONE gets a score.
3.) If you tie... both players get a score.
Any questions, just ask in the original worm battle thread.. 3nodding
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Score:
Nazynri: 3 {Winner}
Nyrk Saron: 2
If there's a 3-3 tie... Whoever breaks the tie wins.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
15
Total: 15 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:21 pm
"An honor to face you in battle, Exorcist."
That was the prelude.
The inkmancer felt nervous, remembering their last encounter; she had been quite undead, and her summoning magics seemed to do nothing against Nyrk's armour and faith.
That was then.
She was human now...more fragile, but less susceptible to the relics and symbols the exorcist employed.
Perhaps this time, the outcome would would be different?
She waited apprehensively, gripping her paintbrush and ready to set it to paper.
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
63
Total: 63 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:34 pm
"I cannot say it is God's unquestionable wish that I win this battle. I shall still champion his cause..."
The first volley was to begin. The scribbler wrote furiously, eager to get the first lead. Upon me, a crowd of wiry figures surrounded me. Several of them landed several hits, but they weren't substantial enough to do much damage. No sooner had I cleared them, however, than was I forced to face a clone of Nazynri.
Hah. I can see the difference between human and nonhuman. With a slash across her regalia, I identified the true Nazynri and claimed the first victory.
I was careful not to kill her, though, for two reasons: 1. No such thing as a three-round deathmatch, and 2. I ought not to kill humans.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:42 pm
"Sharp eyes, good sir. Please allow me to try again."
The second attempt went no better than the first, the inky figures becoming more unstable with time; the slash across the inkmancer's armour had shaken her more than she cared to admit.
Control became difficult at range once she had sent the wireframes forth, and the exorcist had no troubles dispelling each spell-summoned homunculus. Black puddles littered the floor; not a single one was left unpierced.
"Hm...This isn't good."
She readied herself again anyway and nodded.
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
53
Total: 53 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:45 pm
Perhaps God was looking over this fight. Against a human? Why? Nyrk thought to himself a moment longer than he ought to have.
"Hey, exorcist! We're still fighting here!" Yelled an inkmancer, waiting for me to pick up the fight. When Nyrk snapped out of it, there was already a massive inky golem before him. He had given the inkmancer a lot of time to draw, and now he'd have to fight it. Nyrk dropped his cross to the ground; it would weigh him down more than he could afford for this procedure. The golem slammed its fists in an attempt to squelch Nyrk. He dodged just soon enough, and was carving a line in the dirt around the golem. Nyrk was making a giant circle...
Scribbler didn't like the looks of it. She ran in front of Nyrk, impeding his path around the golem. Nyrk skidded to a halt, slashing within inches of her--enough to make her flinch. He continued his dash around the golem, Scribbler chasing him in an attempt to trip him. Nyrk was quick without his cross, andcompleted the circle quickly. The golem cocked its fist back to kill him. Nyrk uttered a quick prayer. The circle gleamed for a moment, then the golem dissipated. Without missing a beat, Nyrk tackled Scribbler, pinning her to the ground with stakes through her clothing.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
28
Total: 28 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 6:53 pm
Perhaps He was, as Nyrk had thought. The inkmancer had an idea why...but she did not wish to dwell on it...did not want to remember.
Instead, she pours out her wrath into her ink, pours out the frustrations and hatred into the paper, the lies and hypocrisy into each stroke of the brush...and stares in morbid fascination as the pigment moves off the page and frees her from the makeshift pinnings.
Out comes a monstrous snarled being, acid green eyes aglow and claws dripping with malice. It is hunched, lurching in its movements, and lets out an inhuman shriek upon seeing the exorcist.
So small at first glance, to the monster. It roared aloud in challenge and struck out with a claw, meeting with the heavy cross instead of the exorcist behind it--
And just like that, crumbles to dust, as do the inkmancer's borrowed wings. Just like last time
"No...Not again."
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
27
Total: 27 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:41 pm
Nyrk's conviction was true, but he was human. His fatigue was catching up to him...
From beneath all her scars I had put upon her, Sribbler saw through them to me, something quite reassuring to her. "Getting tired?" I did not want to answer, and responded with a thrown stake. It went through her dwindling wing, injuring her a little, but not much. She began drawing up a strange crab-like beast, and itmanifested before me. It lunged at me much more dexteriously than woud be expected of a crustacean, and pinned me by the leg of my pant. I ripped away, ducking under it, ready to jam a stake under it. It grabbed me from under it, tossing me in the air. I landed with a heavy thud, but arose quickly to my feet. I ran towards it, ready to impale it, but was immediately blinded by a spatter of ink and a heavy pressure on my head.
I was stricken unconscious by an inky hammer. Maybe I ought to pay more attention to Scribbler and less to her creations.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
21
Total: 21 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:54 pm
"Whatever the outcome, this has been a good fight. Thank you, Exorcist."
An exercise in futility, maybe. Every ink creature grew steadily weaker, the inkmancer feeling fatigue just as the exorcist had. Scribbler was breathing hard, being pushed to the limits as Nyrk's stakes and general piety dispelled the black-winged illusions...and could no longer hold the last summons' form.
The inky wolf padded weakly to the exorcist, growling weakly...but before coming within lunging distance, it gave a pained whine and collapsed into a puddle of ink.
Scribbler fell to her knees soon after, panting in exhaustion.
[saw this coming.]
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:56 pm
Though I was panting heavily, I smiled loosely. "Yes, it has..." It wasn't every day I fought four battles in a row.
Scribbler drew herself two swords, no longer entrusting her victory to inky minions. I withdrew my vaccum stake. It was a sturdy pipe, pointed sharp enough to do good damage. She slashed horizontally, the ink leaving a heavy silver scratch across my armor. I swung my vaccum, but my fatigue against hers, she dodged a bit easily. I wasn't putting up much of a fight this time around, and signs of it were showing up in deep dents and scratches across my armor.
Eventually, Scribbler saw I was too tired to keep fighting and drew herself a warhammer. With a swing to the center of mass, my equipment and I were catapulted a foot or two down, and I landed on my cross. I could not muster the energy to stand up again.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
51
Total: 51 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:05 pm
No words this time...she was still catching her breath, using the warhammer as a brace. The tide was turning, as tired as the two of them were, and there was a tiny sliver of hope.
The exorcist had regained his feet, conviction and the cross behind him bracing his steps, and once Scribbler was sure he was ready as well, she strode up, inky warhammer in tow. Neither were moving very quickly, but reading each others movements carefully. The slightest mismanagement of energy now would cost them...and both knew that very well.
Nyrk shifted his cross, using it as a tower shield and gripping his vacuum stake in an effort to parry; he had seen Scribbler's shoulders twitch, and foreseen the incoming blow with the warhammer. Indeed, there was a rather jarring impact on the heavy wood, and a rather nasty splattering sound as ink flew everywhere...but his movement to push the haft away had given Scribbler an opening.
The hammer had lost its head in the impact and become a staff, and it was the staff's motion Scribbler used; it spun with Nyrk's push and in turn, pushed the exorcist off balance. Not the neatest, but he was down for the count this round.
"...Sorry about that," she panted, reaching a hand to help him back up.
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
39
Total: 39 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:07 pm
Nyrk said something, but his breathing made his voice unintelligible. Another try, and his voice was a little easier to make out. "You've... you've still got a chance, Scribbler..." he said, encouragingly.
I drew a breath. How I'd like to use God's will to end this fight! Scribbler was human, though, and it was for the better, I knew. I set don my cross now. It would take too much energy to keep now. Scribbler looked at me funny when I did. Must be because she didn't often see me with it off? But I took it off earlier...
I walked briskly, meeting her inky staff with my vaccum. I switched it on, and the ink began flowing into it, effectively erasing Scribbler's weapon. She drew two more quickly; a spear and dagger. She thrusted the spear at me, avoiding my vaccum. It grazed my armor, but I grabbed it with my free hand, stomping it to breaking. She sidestepped me, swinging with the dagger. She missed entirely, leaving me an opening to--
*SKRTCH* Backstabbed. That would explain the look she gave me when I took off my cross...
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
96
Total: 96 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:17 pm
"Please know...I'm rooting for you...Nyrk...If this does not go well for me."
More panting. She straightened, gulped, and grasped the dagger again. That vacuum stake...perhaps...?
Not enough time to think; Nyrk was suddenly a lot faster without the cross, and though he was less protected, there was still the armour to deal with...and the vacuum stake, too, that had jabbed precisely a moment ago and erased her dagger.
The chute had to go somewhere, she knew, leaping backwards and drawing a conventional shortsword to parry the stake. Gotta buy time...focus, Scribbler, call to the ink, wake it...
Her shoddy swordwork was forgotten when Nyrk found a long inky vine coiling about him from out of the jammed vacuum stake, immobilizing him just so.
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The Old Exorcist rolled 1 100-sided dice:
51
Total: 51 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:23 pm
"I'm sure after this--" Nyrk drew a breath "--duel, the rest'll be a piece of cake."
I whacked my vaccum on the ground saying a quick prayer. The ink slowly began to drip off, but it would take a while. All I had with me now were my stakes.
Clearly not enough. With no vaccum to do away the ink, and with as much fatigue as I had garnered from so many battles catching up to me, the vines Scribbler continued to conjure pinned me down just as easily as I had planned to pin her down.
Only it was me that was pinned down. So perhaps it was written I was not to be the victor. Ah well. At least I'll soon be losing to my fellow human, and not a demon.
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Nazynri rolled 1 100-sided dice:
71
Total: 71 (1-100)
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:30 pm
"That's...the hope, aye."
Scribbler was as surprised as Nyrk was at this turn of events.
The vines were yet crawling over him, securing the exorcist into the ground in a floral perfusion without the inkmancer's prompting; it was not an uncomfortable situation, merely a little awkward...but Nyrk didn't seem to be struggling, as exhausted as he was.
"This flower...is called the Orchid of Dreams," she explains between pants, slumping to her knees to make eye contact. "The scent is rumoured to ease those who smell it into restful sleep...Which you seem to need."
A pause. "Which both of us need, actually. Incredible endurance, that was...yours."
The gong sounded. Nyrk slept. The vines retreated into the ground and seeped below the sands.
Scribbler soon collapsed, too.
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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 8:37 pm
-Blows his whistle and raises a flag- I declare Nazynri the winner of this fight.
Epic match you two! This one will surely go into the battledome's archives!
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