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| Wow Hes Big (Tara GRP. Ogi, Art, Joker vs Effagee) | |
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| Arthur | Fri Apr 6, 2018 8:08 pm Post #1 |
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The crowd roared cheering their hearts out. Arthur reveled in it. He missed the adulation of the crowds, the money, the women. It was a good way to live. But his was an adventurous soul not staying in any place to long. Yet when he heard of the fighter in the arena one who had never been beaten. He had to come to see it. And seen it he had this Effagee was a giant, a force of nature as you will. Arthur was thrilled by his exploits in the arena. Arthru wanted to challene this creature. The might of a dragon against the might of this thing, this great force. It excited him. So when the chance came Arthur took it up and so hear he was in the arena prep area waiting. He checked his swords at his side and all the wapons about his person. His katana was at his left side, the heron marked sword at his left. His two fighting knives on his belt. He had two rip blades on his back and a giant sword in his hands. It looked ridicoulous carrying all this plus the admantine armor he wore. But he figured he would need every advantage he was. Best to have a few things ready before the fight. He wasn't in dragon form yet and he figured he would need it but it would have to wait for right now. Arthur breathed and sighed he lived for moments like this. He looked around and saw others in the prep area. The champ himself was waiting. Arthur knew he needed help. Someone to be the fodder so he could have time to bring out everything he had at this creature. He looked around for anyone who might provide as a decent shield. He hoped once he got going this creature would provide the challnege the young half-dragon needed. [OCC: Weapons Out: Relic Katana Wounding, Thundering. Longsword Thundering, Wounding. Rip Blades. Cutter. Armor: Adamantine Plate.] |
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| D Manning | Sat Apr 7, 2018 1:55 am Post #2 |
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D looked up at the behemoth known as Effagee and wondered how in the Abyss he'd allowed Arthur to talk him into this madness. Ever since nature and fate had played a cruel joke on him by attaching a soul to his form he'd tried to blend in with the other Demons of Taras. It hadn't been going well. Too many knew of his kind and give him berth. No one wanted to realize that he wasn't the same as his kin. Further it was simpler for them to lump him in with the others. Can't go home and currently couldn't stay here. His options sucked and he knew it. Then along came Arthur. D had seen Effagee fight before and something in his blood stirred at the sight. Were he still a demon with no soul he would have relished taking this beast apart or using for his own ends. Now with that pesky soul in his chest he realized that he never really wanted to fight the darn thing. He'd watched the monstrosity take apart skilled warriors time and time again. Now here he was with his bare hands, a leather breastplate, and two measly spells against the terror of the Arena.....EFFAGEE!!!! Arthur's idea had been good sounding. Challenge Effagee with me he'd said. Come one we can do this he'd said. He knew he owed Arthur for saving his life but this seemed a little much. Still he knew that they didn't have to actually beat Effagee. Putting on a good match and entertaining the crowd against the Laughing Berserker was just as important as actually winning. More so to be fully honest. If Effagee were defeated it may not be able to bring in as much money to the Arena so better to let it win but draw the fight out and make it unique. In the end he knew that he wasn't experienced enough to face Effagee and that Arthur had only said those things in a bid to make him a "meat shield". Even knowing that the prospects of the rewards in surviving a match with Effagee were tantalizing. The renown that came with a fight of this caliber was something that may be able to carry him to greater thing withing Taras in the future. That was, however the future. The present in the form of the Arena's mightiest warrior lay in front of him. Looking up at the over twelve foot monster D said the only thing that came to mind. "Aw, crap." |
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| Hart | Sun Apr 8, 2018 4:43 am Post #3 |
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Snacks. The hulking flesh golem, the humanoid amalgamation of dead flesh bound be necrotic magic, the monstrous undead gladiator, was interested in the prep room's snacks. Fortunately the room was already rather large to accommodate a wide variety of beings that might enter the arena, otherwise his nearly doze foot height would have made the area feel even more cramped with his bulk present to take treats from the provided table. Clearly he was not supposed to be there, but it was not like anybody was really going to try and stop him. Among the fighters to be was a lion man, often referred to as an anhuet though he did not speak with a Deboni accent. His rose-colored eyes looked not only at the Colossus of Flesh, but to the other contestants as well, each one with their groups preparing to take on mighty arena monster who brought crowds rooting for and against him. A few even looked rather confident in their abilities, and some were trying to wrap their heads around how a creature with such a fearsome reputation in battle was currently absentmindedly raiding the pre-fight food they had been provided and muttering to himself completely random and inane things, like a part of a conversation being held without the other people. For Hart, however, one was quite interesting. The sight was familiar to him, but the reaction that the red demon had was rather unusual for what the warrior assumed he was. Soul Harvesters tended to be a bit more stoic, an aspect of their very being gone that would lead to feelings of dread that left them as a versatile soldier race in the armies of the Abyss. This one, however, almost looked like he was beginning to regret being here even well before the fight began. "He announces what 'levels' he's fighting with. Supposedly he has five of them, but even the strongest have only reached level four." Hart said matter-of-factly to the demon, assuming that he must not have known what he was getting himself into before making it this far. With a pause for consideration, the lion-like warrior turned his attention back towards the undead and wondered aloud, "How far do you think we'll make it?" The old soldier's reason for being there was rather simple and straightforward, same as much of what he did in the world of Chaon. He wanted to test his skills with a sword, even though his was a blunt training weapon. It did him good for most fights, but he was beginning to doubt how effective it would be against a creature that was so clearly designed for battle, whose every muscle was created with the intention of being put into devastating strikes, whose very essence was steeped in battle. Though as those thoughts passed his mind, the table collapsed as the golem put its hand down just a little too hard, not through any sort of frustration, but out of a simple clumsiness that left it standing there frozen above the scene of its own crime, tentatively looking over a mighty shoulder at the eyes now drawn to far more obviously to its difficult-to-miss presence. "Oops." Effagee said, slowly backing away from the table, taking a few more bites of whatever food he had shoveled into his mighty maw before turning around to face the onlooking crowd of challengers, "Effagee go get ready. Good luck." With that, the Colossus of Flesh ducked out of the room and into one of the halls that wrapped around the arena proper, leaving some people to laugh uncomfortably and the rest to return to their conversations. Hart was definitely not one of the ones laughing, not mistaking a bit of clumsiness with furniture for any indication on skill in battle. ooc
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| Arthur | Sun Apr 8, 2018 6:14 am Post #4 |
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Arthur watched the monstorous creature eat unconcerned. How an undead thing needed food was beyond Arthur. Arthur shrugged and looked to his companions. One was D the Soul Harvester Demon, a recently found friend and the lion man. Hart, Arthur believed his name was. The demon stared at the monster. Arthur could see the worry on his face. He smiled, tame for a demon. But he understood he was no where near his full strength. Nothing like a good old fashioned brawl to bring out that. The lion man though, the lion man looked competent. Arthur figured that Hart could pose a good challenge by himself. Hart had that air about him that unshakeable confidence. Arthur knew that feeling. He wore it himself. Even through the toughest fights. The lion man spoke telling what he knew about the creature. Five levels eh, Arthur wondered what they were like. He wanted to see the fifth himself. Arthur wanted the monster to go all out. He knew he planned to. He knew instinctively he would need it. Arthur calmly said," Five you can count on it. We will be the first. Fallen gods only know how but we are gonna. My bet he is gonna drag it out make us tire. We hit hard and fast we might catch him by surprise. If not I have one other plan. The beast is muscle but smart. He wont back down from an ultimate challenge of might. And who better to provide that than someone with the strength of a dragon." It was him as the meat shield for that plan. He didn't like it but it was an option. Plus Arthur knew once joined he would only feel thrill. The monster smashed the table he was eating on. He apologized an accident. He went to get ready. Arthur said," Wow he is big. This is gona be good". He turned to his team and said," Gentlemen this will be our finest hour. This will make legends of us all. If we down we go down fighting. Till the last ounce of strength, till the last breath, till the last drop of blood, we must struggle. Death is only lighter than a feather, but glory and legend is ever lasting." Not the best speech but for him each fight could be your last one. If this was his he could do worse. He doubted would die but he wanted to give it his all no matter the cost to himself. He was dragon and his blood demanded that. Arthur then said," Above all though lets have some fun, and go out there and give that monster the battle its always wanted". Arthur smiled and picked up the giant greatsword and shouldered it. He then followed behind the big monster. He shouted to it," Big guy give me your best for I sure will deliver you mine". |
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| D Manning | Mon Apr 9, 2018 4:52 pm Post #5 |
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D stared at Arthur for a moment and almost face palmed. Such speeches he was prone to. Wasn't something D liked but it seemed to make Arthur happy so there you have it. The Lion creature next to him spoke telling him something he knew. How The Monster of The Arena worked. Arthur wanted Effagee to go all the way to level 5. No one had ever pushed it to that level before. Still first time for everything. He could feel the demon in him begin to rise up. "Heh. Well if we want to push him all the way to level five then we are gonna need a plan. I hope one of you has one because the only one I have won't work. I can punch him as hard as I can but I don't think that will do much more than tickle him. So give me the goods." D knew there was no way anything he could throw at Effagee was going to harm it but that wasn't going to keep him out of this fight. This giant monster had pushed around the best there was however he was willing to bet it hadn't pushed around anything quite like Arthur. Even D hadn't met anyone quite like Arthur. He wasn't sure what this new person....the lion like Hart....brought in to this group but he trusted Arthur enough to know what he was doing. As D waited for the return of Effagee to the arena he could feel the tension mounting and the restlessness of the crowd. Not wanting them to become too restless he turned to them and threw up his arms. With a bellow he loudly announced himself. "I AM KA'AZAL LUN'MAXAL!!! I refuse to be intimidated by ANYTHING! I will not submit nor retreat! Today WE SHALL TASTE VICTORY!!" He knew that bravado was basically the only card he had to play but playing to the crowd and getting them interested could result in a better pay day once the wounds healed. Effagee would not go easy on them, however, this fight could be one for the ages. It may also garner D the respect he wanted along with the acceptance he now craved. The path too those things was paved with an all too real pain, however, in the form of Effagee. D cracked his knuckles and readied himself for the fight that was about to commence knowing that he was in for the fight of his life. |
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| Hart | Thu Apr 19, 2018 5:18 am Post #6 |
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Effagee turned to face the excited contestant and gave him a thumb's up, a silent wish of acceptance and good luck accompanied by a big toothy grin before he returned away. "I'd recommend not trying to get into a contest of strength against a beast that could likely lift us all with one hand." Hart said with a lighthearted tone to very clearly serious words. He was feeling like a warrior finally getting a real challenge, one that he might not win, that would set a perfect standard for just how much he had to improve as a swordsman before he could improve as anything more. It seemed he had a couple good allies, one with a good head on his shoulders, the other with a warrior's heart beating in his chest, "If our demon friend here is to be the focus, then we should hit Effagee fast while he's distracted." How many large monstrosities had there been on the battlefield before this? Perhaps none with such a fearsome reputation. They were almost all dull creatures, putting emphasis into strength and throwing themselves ferociously into battle without fear of pain. None of them ever carried the air of an actual warrior, just a bunch of brutes who knew how to swing their weapons around to maximize damage. This thing, however, was different. It did not hunch under its own weight, but so that it did not destroy the surroundings. It did not carry itself prepared for battle, but as it knew its own strength and did not want to annihilate something by accident. Likely, in the arena, Effagee would stand in accordance to what Hart had heard. The demon made his introduction first, clearly getting into the spirit of gladiatorial sport. For being as apprehensive as he was before the fight, perhaps he felt as if he had something to prove to himself. If he were just doing this for the sake of their leader, then Hart doubted he would see such an exuberant display of showmanship. Honestly, to follow that was something that the lion simply was not prepared for. "I'm Hart, let's have fun!" The lion roared out with a smile on his feline face, accompanied by a bass rumbling of a chuckle from deep within his belly. The fight had not even begun and he was already having fun, and cheers and a bit of laughter mixed in from the audience at the introductions. One laugh, however, was not coming from the seats of spectators, but rather the opposing gate that remained shut. They were the first direct challengers of this auspicious day, and that gate had yet to be opened. The chuckle was ever lower and louder than the lion's, rumbling his fur with each sound as the mighty meaty fingers of a single worked their ways beneath the heavy adamantine gate and lifted it open as easily as one might a curtain. "Good!" Effagee announced, moving his way into the arena and letting the gate slam to the ground behind him, "Effagee like spirit! Make fight fun!" Now free from the confined of a conventional structure, the flesh golem could stand to his full height. He was twelve feet tall, incredibly wide but covered exclusively in muscles. His eyes were a glossy white but he still settled them on the trio with definitive accuracy. In one hand he carried a mighty sword that looked to be made of freshly flayed meat, its cross-guard sporting a single large red eye that looked around the arena briefly before setting on the trio as well. In the other hand was what appeared to be quite simply an anchor on a chain, a tool for keeping ships still wielded by the monster like a light mace about half his size. Each step he took to find himself equidistant with his challengers thudded out against the earth like the beat of a heavy drum, like a theme song of glorious battle announcing his presence. "Effagee let each one get hit on Effagee. Then Effagee fight who hit Effagee." He announced, pointing the tip of his blade at them before letting it rest down to his side, "Who first?" |
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| Arthur | Mon Apr 30, 2018 2:13 pm Post #7 |
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The demon wanted a plan and the lion man advised against strength on strength. Arthur agreed that was a last resort only. He had to come up with something. He had many good plans running through his mind but he did wonder if any of them would work. He went out into the arena still formulating. He barely noticed the roar of the crowd. He had smelled the raw primal energy in that creature. What to do though was the question? He finally settle on one idea. It would work but he needed to keep his distance in order to do so. He said to his demon friend and the lion man," I have it. D you stay by me and if he comes for me keep him off as best you can. Hart when I start raining fire down on him do what you think necessary. You know your abilities better than I". That was his plan. Undead hated fire and if Arthur hit the monster with enough of it, it would hurt him severely. It would do until it stopped working. Of course no plan survived first contact with the foe. The monster then came on the field coming through the gate with a resounding crash. It said it would let them hit him first. Arthur would not waste momentum. He slammed the big sword into the ground. An dangerous aura surrounded Arthur. A force of nature had entered the field. Arthur then said to the monster," Monster this arena aint big enough for the two of us. I suggest you skedaddle while you can". Another aura came from Arthur this one just as good. He then smiled and a ball of fire entered his hand and he said to his companions," Lets roll". He then launched the fireball at the monster. The fireball hurtled toward the creature and when it hit Arthur launched another one after that. The battle was begun. [OCC: Used Feel it in Their Bones Force of Nature, Not Big Enough Irregular Roamer, Spell Fireball Hammer Spell, Empower Spell, Infernos Inner Fire, Arch Mage lvl 3, Hellfire Soul One Charge] |
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| D Manning | Wed May 2, 2018 5:44 pm Post #8 |
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Riiiiiiight. He wants me to keep it off him. Sure. Easy. With that line of thinking rolling through his head, D gave a silent thanks that he had been training prior to all of this. Ever since Arthur had brought up the idea he knew this was coming. So maybe in that vein it was time to become the distraction. He couldn't stand here and be a distraction so that meant he was going to have to do something really stupid. With a bellow D launched himself right at Effagee. He knew this was a bad idea but it was the only one he could think of that would possibly get the things attention and let Arthur and Hart do their thing. The best part of this idea was that Effagee was so big he was nearly impossible to miss. Thus D didn't have to try and hold back his strength when throwing hands. He knew from experience that sometimes it was difficult for him to actually hit someone at full strength. His strength was immense enough that hitting something full on could cost him accuracy. With Effagee he didn't even need to worry about this. As soon as he reached Effagee right behind some of Arthur's fire D balled up a fist and drew back. Without worry about anything he slugged Effagee with all his might hoping just to get this things attention. (OCC: Journeyman Hand to Hand, rank 2 Athletics, Brawn) |
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