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Post by econdha on Dec 21, 2005 5:18:37 GMT -5
The emperor stood and announced that there would be a days break. The remaining combatants would be able to travel through the dining halls, sleeping quarters and recreation centers the arena had to offer. The ban on fighting would continue.
They would return to the Arena Proper at dawn in two days time. At that time the first round would begin. It would open with Alexander Kaiser facing off against Wolven.
OOC: Rest up, mingle, kibitz. Think about your battle. This is the time to come up with your fight. I want the battles to be posted fairly quickly once they are announced. Linamar and Setg' you guys have 3 days to a week to get your posts ready.
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Post by Setg on Dec 21, 2005 6:26:42 GMT -5
Slight problem which i apologise for - i still haven't gotten online at home and i finish work friday night and i'm not back in til January 3rd. I can post up to Friday if thats ok. PS How are we working this - are just posting a fight post each and letting the Emperor decide who wins? Or are we pming each other to discuss how the fight goes?
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Post by The General on Dec 21, 2005 16:52:24 GMT -5
Grievous' eyes widened with surprise as he surveyed the fighters. It was not their skills that held this reaction, nor had it to do anything with them. Save for the last fighter, that was. He was differant looking, that was obvious, but he was still recognizable. Kroenen. So he had been pulled here too, had he? Good. This knowledge gave Grievous an idea. The Emperor was not all powerful. He could make mistakes just like anyone else, and this was something Grievous could use to his advantage. Bringing Kroenen here, along with Grievous was a massive mistake, borderline stupidity...
He had to admit, he was no expert on this plains of existance, but he could guess they weren't as comlicated as they were made to be. The Emperor had summoned them here by going through their Gods, meaning he had pulled a rift in the fabric of the plains. He didn't know much, but in the time he spent with Kroenen before he had learned enough on the fabric of time and space that it was a thin line that could be easily injured. Unlike the others in this tournament, Kroenen was an unnatural creature. He had actually communicated with his Gods, recieved power from them, he was differant. In theory, Kroenen would still have his powers, and be able to use them...
A theory Grievous prayed would be correct. It was not long before his theory was confirmed. With a terrible wrench of power, his opponent was dismembered limb from limb, blood and gore spouting into the air in every direction. The Emperor was powerful...but perhaps he had made yet another mistake. Grievous' eyes narrowed with malevolent glee. Now things would be set in motion that not even the noble Emperor could stop.
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As the would be heroes and fighters entered the Palace once more, Grievous held back, his usual hulking form towering over the passing beings. As Kroenen walked by, Grievous put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. Kroenen slowly turned around, with an air to kill around him. His expression was unreadable beneath the mask, but Grievous surmised that he was stratled at seeing him here, just as he had been when he recognized Colonel.
"Greetings, my old friend," Grievous rasped.
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 21, 2005 17:57:27 GMT -5
Walking up behind the two familiar faces Matthus says with a raised voice so as he is heard. "Long time no see?" He walked infront of them and waited to see their expressions, or really what they say, since he cant see their faces.
(Ok cant stay long thats why it is horible, but Matthus is alot different from when we gamed, i picked him way, WAY.... in the future. He has black tattoos like the black vortex from fable kinda, all over his body. He is a little more muscular, and you see the intricate Cortosis Weave under his robes.)
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Dec 21, 2005 19:06:33 GMT -5
Kroenen was follow a line of others as he entered the large palace. His arms were crossed behind his back in his more formal and trademark stance, his long robotic tail swaying behind him with his movements. He closed his eyes and began to give thought to his current situation. “So,” he thought to himself, “This is a tournament to gain unimaginable power. What fool would dare think that I would desire or need such power? Im already strong enough, I don’t require this petty prize. Besides, my Lords provide me with all the power I could possibly desire. But this does stir up a rather confusing situation I’ve gotten myself into. Who exactly summoned me here, and more importantly, how. However it was, if they seriously think im going to wait till I win this tournament in order to get more answers, they have another thing coming. I could use a fight or two, though. No need to waste a perfectly good chance to fight, no matter how weak my opponent might be. I’ll play along for now, but when this pathetic tournament has come to an end, I will find the host and give him my deepest respects for bringing me to this dreaded wasteland right in the middle of my destruction of that Jedi. Someone powerful enough to summon creatures from other dimensions should prove quite a trophy of respect for my Lords.”
Before he could continue on with his rambling thoughts, a strong metal hand stop him, grasping hold of his shoulder. He stopped in his tracts, uncrossing his arms and grabbing hold of the handles of his blades. He turned his head to get a view of the ignorant fool who dared lay hand on him. His normal reaction would to be slice and dice, but his reflexes were put on hold for the time being as he got a view of the metal face next to him. Could this be? The similarities are uncanny, to his memory it was an exact match. Of course it has been around a century for him, so it would take some time for him to put a name on this familiar face before him. And then, all at once, it hit him.
“General Grievous, is that really you?” He lowered his defenses, releasing his blade handles and reaching up to grab the creatures shoulder, just as he did to him. “Damn, its been a while. Its good to see you too General. Good to see a familiar face. Whats are you doing in a dump like this? Don’t tell me you’re actually seeking to get this so-called ultimate power?” Just than, another face from his past appeared, quite rudely as he made his way between them. He recognized this unwanted face rather quickly, the mentally handicapped fool. Kroenen releases Generals shoulder and pushed his hand into Matts chest, shoving him away. Brushes his hand off on his jacket as though he just touched something vile and disgusting.
“Yeah, hi.” He spook with a rather rude and obnoxious tone, making it clear on how much he disrespected Matt. Just goes to show how long he could keep a grudge. Mock his machines is like mocking his intelligence, and that is not something he takes likely.
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 22, 2005 1:47:00 GMT -5
Matthus's smile went to a frown as he felt his chest. He looked up at the Colonel, i dont know who you think you are, it has been quite a while since i have seen you in my time, and let me tell you something I have gotten quite alot more powerful." With a slight grin he looks over the Colonel. "As i see you have aswell, the tail is a fine touch, a fifth limb to strike with." Matthus looked at the General.
"It seems like only yesterday i had gotten a report of you being killed General, glad to see you again." He smiles, "You dont need to be any more powerful" Matthus's voice was different aswell, "Im afraid General that you missed some fun. All of the Jedi were destroyed.........But then they came back. My master and I are in the process of killing them."
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Post by Setg on Dec 22, 2005 10:25:02 GMT -5
Wolven entered the arena to the sound of cheering. The demonic races that watched this tournament had seemingly been impressed by his bloodthirsty victory in the first round. The Knight's blood still danced across his tongue and kept his body tingling with anticipation. His body wanted more, and he would kill whatever and whovever stood in his way of getting it. As he watched the opposite end of the arena, the heavy wrought iron gates creaked open, and Alexander Kaiser entered the arena confidently. Wolven was cautious of this fight. He had watched Kaiser from the sidelines, as he dispatched his first opponent with a fighting style that bordered on precognition, and Wolven was sure that this would not be an easy round. He had heard other other warriors discussing Kaisers techniques. It seemed he was able to learn any fighting style or technique after watching it only once. Wolven would have to use all his strength, speed and agility to overcome this dangerous opponent. He began to stretch and pace, readying himself for imminent battle. He looked over and noticed Kaiser, sat on the baked dirt arena floor meditating, his powerful oak staff within easy reach. The staff could pose a problem. Wolven had faced warriors before who had used the longstaff, and found the distance and reach that the weapon allowed almost offered them an advantage over him. Almost. He also noted the metal spiked ends of the staff, another obstacle to be wary of in the fight ahead. He caught the scent of blood, spilled in the arena earlier, although not in his round. The scent awakened the blood lust in his body and the power started to surge through him. He struggled against it, and forced it back down. It would not do to become a raging savage animal before the fight had even started. He remembered the last time he had been consumed by the blood lust. He was ambushed by a group of hunters, and when the first hunters blood coursed down his throat, the rage and the power hit him hard and rode through him. When the rage and power cleared, he was surrounded by blood and torn flesh and bones, with only occaisonal flashbacks indicating the slaughter that had occurred. The wrought iron gates slammed shut behind him, and awakened him from his memory. A slight breeze picked up the dust and danced across the arid arena floor, as his opponent stood and faced him. Wolven let out a ferocious howl, signifying his readiness for the battle ahead...
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Post by The General on Dec 23, 2005 3:56:53 GMT -5
"I care nothing for the Ultimate Power, nor do I care for this tournament." Grievous replied, his thick accent slicing the air as he spoke. "However, I am interested in destroying this pathetic "God." With your help, I know just how to as well...you see-" Grievous cut himself short as a famliar figure approached. It was the Sith, Matthus, Grievous had done battle along side him before...and at one point done battle with him. No matter how powerful he may have been, He was still no match for Grievous. Five Jedi knights and one Jedi Master couldn't do it...it was only natural a force relying Sith couldn't either. Kenobi was a rare exception.
Grievous' eyes narrowed. "Open your eyes, Sith." Grievous rasped. "The Jedi and your fantasy of exterminating them is irrelevent here. Not like it matters...the Sith will never suceed in eliminating the Jedi...I have come to understand that when I was torn through that rift in time and space..." He trailed off towards the end, pondering what he had seen in the gap.
"Enough of this useless banter." Grievous snapped. "Matthus it would be wise not to challenge Kroenen, I watched him do battle, he has skills that make your force look like childs play...Colonel...what was that power that you used?" He turned back briefly, distracted by the ruckus behind them.
"Worms," He hissed softly. "It will be a pleasure wiping them from the face of this wretched planet."
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 23, 2005 18:35:48 GMT -5
Matthus laughed at Grievous's, "Hmmm, maybe so, i saw the fight to and i was impressed. But I have changed much since last we met, and i have some new tricks aswell." Matthus grinnd, "So what is the plan,i know you have got to have one." Matthus looked at Kroenen, "So, i am as intrested as The General on your abilities."
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Dec 23, 2005 22:48:21 GMT -5
(OOC. only a short post today, i've gotta get off the pc soon)
IC: Malus Darkblade walked slowly up to the table adn grabbed a chair and a drumstick of what looked like chicken. So......I'm still alive, not bad. He thought as he dragged the chair to the corner and watched the others who survived the first round congregate, wondering if it was safe to eat anything from here without fear of being poisoned. Well, it's too late to go back home now.......pfeh, home, i never really had one in the first place. He decided, starign at the meat and thinking how easy it would have been to poison it. Ah, screw it, lucky i didn't eat all my rations. He thought as he tossed the chicken back at the table and watched with morbid fasination as it landed exactly where it had been when he picked it up. Odd. he thought before opening his pack of rations and taking a bite of the bland tasting stuff that passed for food in the army these days.
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Post by The General on Dec 24, 2005 3:22:13 GMT -5
((Sorry Matt, I'm not discussing my plan with you. You also play as the Emperor, and well Colonel and I agree that you'll find some nonsense way to twist the rules into your favor...yeah, this is gonna be kept between the Colonel and I. And about your new abilities, if you try to f*ck with SW reality, and seeing as I'm a SW junkie I'll know, there's going to be a smack down in here, and yuo'll be the one getting smacked.))
"Precisely, Sith. You have 'tricks,' he has power." Grievous snarled. "Now silence yourself, I've had enough of your nonsense." Grievous was particullarly irate at the moment, his hatred was burning for this place. He played by no ones rules, save for his own, unless he willed it be. He wanted to help Sideous, and that was why he allowed himself to be moved like a pawn. This Emperor had tried to force him into bowing before him, and for that, he would die.
"Matthus." Grievous rasped looking over Kroenen to the disgruntled sith.
"What." He replied flatly.
"Leave us," Grievous replied, dismissing the Sith with a wave of his hand. "The Colonel and I have matters to discuss that do not include you, nor are they of any importance to you." Grievous watched as he stormed off, like a child throwing a tantrum. Inwardly Grievous despised them both, Jedi and Sith. One was ruled by their emotions, the other attempted to hide and control them constantly.
"Now Colonel, we have matters to discuss..."
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Post by Karat'Ka on Dec 24, 2005 3:41:38 GMT -5
This was an interesting development.
Initially, Vautren had assumed that the 'champions' each represented a different power. He had not yet seen a Champion of Khorne, and the only explanation - however irrational - was that Khak'ak'hozann had requested his presence. Yet, judging by the huddle going on, at least three of the warriors present had fought together before. The aura of twisted power around two of them was tangible - ironically, the machine-daemon Greivous was the least tainted. It was disappointing; had Grevious been a creature such as the Necrontyr of his own realm, making common cause with him would have been viable. It was clear, though, that Grievous' 'allies' were too steeped in evil for any such course to be viable.
Speaking of evil...
As he left the arena, Vautren sensed the approach of an all-to-familiar presence before he felt the beat of massive wings. Looking up, he saw the massive form of Khak'ak'hozann descending. Fourty foot tall, clad in bronze and blood red armour, with the face of a snarling dog; Khak'ak'hozann, Bloodthirster, Eater of Skulls, Lord of Battle. Their last encounter had cost many Grey Knights their lives; now, Vautren wondered if he could face this daemon alone. As the creature landed in a bestial crouch, Vautren raised his sword.
Much to his surprise, the Bloodthirster did not attack. "Well met, Captain!" it growled. "You have come far along the warrior's path since we last met."
"I do not parley with daemons - save your flattery. Why am I here?"
"Because, Captain, I was banished to the warp by your Order. My own champions are dead. You are the only mortal I can trust to win this contest. If another champion of Chaos triumphs, the prize will be against me. If you triumph - you will do the honourable thing and refuse the prize. The balance will be maintained."
Khak'ak'hozann stood straight, then took to the air. It hovered in the air for a moment.
"Fight well, Captain Vautren. Blood for the Blood God!"
With that, the daemon left.
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Post by Redeemer on Dec 28, 2005 14:18:01 GMT -5
Ok Co-Runner, were is Linamar?
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Dec 28, 2005 22:34:24 GMT -5
Malus Darkblade finished his rather disgusting meal and took one last look around before heading to his room. For some time now he had been watching the trio that were talking in the centre of the room. It seemed as though they knew each other. Malus was sure he heard the word JEDI at least once and decided to get a better idea of what they were on about. Malus slowly rose to his feet and realized how sorely he missed the conforting weight of his UZI submachine gun at his belt. Well, i don't know how i'm gonna get out of this one, but i need that power, i need to win this.. i need to bring the others back so we can win the war. He thought as he slowly walked towards the trio and had to dive out of the way as a huge demon thing slammed onto the ground where he had been standing. "Watch where you're going." he said gruffly as the thing turned away from him to speak to the armoured figure standing nearby.
"Idiot." Malus said under his breath and decided he was at a good spot to listen in to both groups.....
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Post by linamar on Dec 30, 2005 0:11:31 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I haven't been feeling well recently.
Alexander Kaiser walked confidently through the iron-wrought gates and into the arena. The filth remaining from the first round fights- all the blood, and gore- had been removed, leaving a clear area for the combatants to battle.
His opponent stood watching him hungrily from across the ring. It was a huge wolf, probably twice Alexander's weight. And doubtless it was pound for pound only heavily corded muscle, honed with years of effort. The most interesting thing was apparently this beast had the mind of a human. It could think, adapt, react, not just mindlessly fight. This would be a worthy opponent for his skills.
While his opponent looked as a dumb beast, Alexander knew Wolven had no desire to beat the enemy unfairly, and could prepare himself in his way. He sat down in the dust, meditating, his staff ever at the ready. The wolf would be fast, but Alexander would try to be faster.
Alexander whispered a prayer to Kogotheck, the God of Strength, asking for the strength to make it through this fight. Silence. Well, Kogotheck had always prided his followers on having the strength to start and finish their own battles, without any help. And Alexander was far from helpless. Ironically enough, he was a Knight of the Order of the Wolf. He had dedicated a year of his life to living among the different species, observing their battle habits, learning to fight as one of them. To appear lazy, and strike when the opponent is unwary, as the snake. To use his size against smaller opponents, as the gryphon, and against larger opponents, as the striblet. To sink his teeth into the throat of his enemy and not let go until the life had bled into the ground, as this wolf had done earlier. To lose himself, but not his mind, into the battle. That is what it meant to be a Knight of the Order of the Wolf.
The monster wolf craned his head to the sky of the arena and let forth a long howl, signifying his readiness for the battle ahead. The howl thrilled along Alexander's veins, sending blood pumping through them. The man stood to his full height, and let a feral grin erupt on his face. Be a beast, to face a beast. Baring his teeth, he joined in the howl until it trailed off.
He held his staff at the ready, protecting his right side and front, leaving the left unprotected. It would be easier to dodge an attack from that side and follow it up with a swipe of his staff.
Wolven bounded towards the human, the blood lust fighting to rise to the forefront. Sink your fangs into his throat and let it be done! it screamed. He forced it down further, below his notice. He must be as much man as beast today.
Alexander had three seconds to react to the sight of a 400 plus pound wolf bearing down on him. His gift was silent was for now, giving him no advice on how to respond. Because of this, Alexander needed one second to know exactly what would happen, and how to respond, instead of reacting instinctively. Wolven went towards his unprotected left flank, and the standard move would have been to follow it up with a swipe of his staff, drawing blood, and hopefully tearing a muscle. But the way his enemy's weight was distributed, and the speed he was going- By the Gods, he was fast!- Alexander knew Wolven was expecting that very move, would swing wide to compensate for it, and go for Alexander's unprotected hamstring. Alexander turned, almost in slow motion, as Wolven began the predicted sequence of events, keeping his staff ever at the ready, preparing to swing the spikes into Wolven's throat at the first opening...
OOC: No one ever told me how far we needed to take this. If what I wrote isn't enough, let me know. Again, thanks for your patience while I got this up.
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Post by The General on Jan 2, 2006 0:27:16 GMT -5
Grievous prepared to explain his plain to Kroenen when he stopped, his "ear flaps" moving slightly. His yellow green eyes narrowed, his head turning slightly. In a flurry of movement one of his hands knocked a podeum like object out of the way, his other slamming onto the throat of Malus Darkblade. Their faces nearly touched as Grievous let loose a gutteral laugh, sliding Malus up the wall and pinning him there, his sharp metal talons digging into his throat.
"So," He hissed, his tone a mocking one. "We have a little spy amidst the crowd...how appropriate for a pathetic, weak mortal." As Malus struggled for breath, Grievous followed his eyes down to the weapon he was desperately trying to reach for. Grievous took it instead. He inspected it, looking over the weapon with vague interest. With a single clench of his hand the weapon shattered, the shards falling to the ground.
Grievous looked back to Malus as a strange gargling noise came from his throat, and he leaned in closed. "Go ahead, scream." Grievous snarled, recognizing a small hint of fear in the man's eyes. "The sound of you suffering will be like music to my audio receptors."
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Jan 2, 2006 0:31:36 GMT -5
Malus stood there, pinned to the wall by the talons of grevious, wondering what had just happened. Wow, he's fast. Gotta respect that. He thought distantly as he noticed blood dripping from his neck No problem, neck wounds bleed a lot, doesn't mean it's bad.
He kicked out at the thing's head, but the only thing that happened was his foot started hurting.
And there was a little problem with breathing.
"General Grevious, so finally we meet. I would have thought that after your demise at the hands of a mere JEDI you would have learnt something similar to humility, or aren't you capable of getting anything through that ferrocrete skull of yours?" He managed to say, wondering why the hell he was not as afraid as he should be.
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Post by The General on Jan 2, 2006 0:45:11 GMT -5
"Were you a Jedi Master, and a tactical genious as General Obi-Wan Kenobi, perhaps I would show a little humility." Grievous rasped, his thick accent ringing through the air. "But seeing as you are just a notch below vermin, I will give no respect to one as filthy as yourself." Grievous squeezed his neck a little tighter, to insure bruising, and then let the human drop to the ground.
He shook the blood from his fingers, letting it splatter into Malus' face before turning away from him. "If I catch you near us again," Grievous said slowly. "I will not hesistate to kill you." He turned back to Colonel Kroenen, gesturing for them to leave. "We have private matters to discuss, and I would prefer we not be interrupted this time..."
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Jan 2, 2006 0:48:17 GMT -5
Malus got to his feet, coughing and bleeding all over the place. Damn, there goes my last weapon. He thought as grevious flicked blood all over his face, not that a few drops counted against the small fountain that was streaming down his neck. Ok, now this is crazy, i'm gonna go from blodloss if i don't do something. He thought as he ripped a large peice of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it around his neck.
"So you have no grudge against kenobi.'
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Post by Karat'Ka on Jan 2, 2006 2:30:38 GMT -5
Vautren's augmented hearing picked up the scuffle. Relaxing a fraction now that the giant daemon had left, he watched the exchange between Malus and Grievous.
The human could have been a soldier of the Imperial Guard, and looked hopelessly out of his depth. Vautren sighed inwardly. His oaths were oaths, to defend mankind against the darkness. While the greater cause demanded sacrifices, they could never be needless - such as allowing one of the few pure humans left in the tournament to be casually executed. With a clang of metal against stone, he made his entrance obvious.
"General. Colonel."
He acknowledged the warriors politely - anger and red hatred were emotions too easily exploited.
"We have enough of a common enemy in this 'Emperor' without unneccessary distractions. He seems desperate to impress someone, does he not? It is almost childlike."
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