Correction, as I have overestimated my time management capabilities and available energy: It will be up tomorrow whenever I get up. Sorry about the misleading post.
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My round 2 will be up tonight, in case someone's following that. I know there's much more exciting fights going on at the moment with the PvP but I thought I'd pop in to show I'm alive and kicking.
@ProPro I'll go catch up now! ^^
Post is up! Forgive the hiatus, I should be able to keep up from now on.
ID: Ryan Harper
Location: Grassy Expanse
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Tyrant
She had covered a good distance within the last half hour, but the overwhelming shape in the sky had hardly changed position and she could hardly take her eyes off it. The feeling of being afraid within the one place she shouldn’t be, was nauseating.
Soon, however, the heavy clanging footsteps crushing the damp grass beneath her slowed to a reluctant halt. Another shape, not quite as looming, yet still a couple of heads taller, and certainly much more immediate, stood in her way. She cursed herself under her breath for diverting so much of her attention from what was happening on the ground. She could have avoided him from afar, at leastuntil she felt safer. The giant grunted disdainfully.
“Hiding in a tin can didn’t save no fish.” His voice boomed, despite the roughly fifty meters still separating them.
The girl said nothing, evaluating her soon to be opponent. He was large, very large, but that meant he was heavy. Perhaps she could outrun him?
“Listen. Let’s not do this now. Please. You heard what Oren said, those things out there weren’t planned, we should find shelter!” She tried, hoping to stall enough to get a chance to bail. The ogre looked bewildered for a moment as he heard her voice. The split second was lost before she could take advantage and he let out a bone-shuddering cackle.
“Really? They send a little girl after the mighty Tyrant? This tournament is a joke.” He laughed again. “Not one proper meal on the menu. Don’t think it’ll save you though!” The last part he growled directly at her, as he took out a large cannon, preparing to fire.
Ryan reeled sideways in the last moment, more on instinct than conscious reaction, as the cannonball barreled past her, spraying dirt and grass in the air. The mech had leaned too far out and the sheer force of the impact with the ground sent it flying off balance. It rolled over with a deafening crash and plowed into the ground diagonally. The girl inside had been thrown out of her seat, and now lay on her side, dazed. Her arm stuck out at a strange angle but she’d managed to protect her head. She briefly considered installing a seatbelt through the haze of pain and mild concussion.
“Woah now, eager, aren’t we?” Sounded a cheerful voice, accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound. “Quite rude, depriving me of my job like that!” Oren’s tone was now reprimanding, and Ryan couldn’t tell if he was sincere. She scrambled up to the seat, however, knowing she might not get another chance to gain some distance. A jolt of pain told her that her shoulder was dislocated. There was no time to think about that. Her one functioning arm grabbed at the controls and the Sentinel rose back to its feet unsteadily.
“Oh, whoops! I guess we have a runner. I suppose the lady won’t be returning your advances. Perhaps try a new cologne? Neheheh…” The drone said, amused. “Well I suppose I’d better leave you two to it! Consider this fight officially started!” He sang out and buzzed away. The ogre ignored him, reloading the canon with an annoyed expression.
Ryan had indeed started running, as fast as the mech could stand, past Tyrant and towards the building she‘d been trying to reach earlier. She couldn‘t put up an effective fight with only one usable hand and this opponent‘s sheer physical power could quickly mow her down if she wasn‘t effective, despite all the armour she was lugging around. She hoped he was as slow as he looked. Perhaps she could get somewhere with an actual environment she could use to her advantage, not just bleeding grass and dirt for ages all around. Her shoulder was getting more and more aggravating and she eventually gave up, knowing full well stopping may be fatal, grit her teeth and slammed her side into the dashboard, crying out in pain. Once... twice...she got the right angle at the third try and gasped through a stream of tears as the joint sharply popped into place. She wanted to take a moment but there was no moment. Ryan kept moving forward but spun around to assess the situation. She‘d turned just in time.
Tyrant lifted up the canon a second time, determined to wipe out his target this time. He‘d easily shortened the distance between them enough to get a good aim. At that moment his opponent retaliated. The cannonball flew past its intended goal and sent another fointain of dirt blooming out of the ground. Tyrant lurched back, bullets raining over his hulking frame. He growled, partially from the unexpected pain and partially out of anger. The mech turned again, to adjust its course, and the ogre rose to his full height once again, readying his club. He roared a challenge and lunged forward, quickly catching up with his unsuspecting prey.
Location: Grassy Expanse
Time: Error
Opponent ID: Tyrant
She had covered a good distance within the last half hour, but the overwhelming shape in the sky had hardly changed position and she could hardly take her eyes off it. The feeling of being afraid within the one place she shouldn’t be, was nauseating.
Soon, however, the heavy clanging footsteps crushing the damp grass beneath her slowed to a reluctant halt. Another shape, not quite as looming, yet still a couple of heads taller, and certainly much more immediate, stood in her way. She cursed herself under her breath for diverting so much of her attention from what was happening on the ground. She could have avoided him from afar, at leastuntil she felt safer. The giant grunted disdainfully.
“Hiding in a tin can didn’t save no fish.” His voice boomed, despite the roughly fifty meters still separating them.
The girl said nothing, evaluating her soon to be opponent. He was large, very large, but that meant he was heavy. Perhaps she could outrun him?
“Listen. Let’s not do this now. Please. You heard what Oren said, those things out there weren’t planned, we should find shelter!” She tried, hoping to stall enough to get a chance to bail. The ogre looked bewildered for a moment as he heard her voice. The split second was lost before she could take advantage and he let out a bone-shuddering cackle.
“Really? They send a little girl after the mighty Tyrant? This tournament is a joke.” He laughed again. “Not one proper meal on the menu. Don’t think it’ll save you though!” The last part he growled directly at her, as he took out a large cannon, preparing to fire.
Ryan reeled sideways in the last moment, more on instinct than conscious reaction, as the cannonball barreled past her, spraying dirt and grass in the air. The mech had leaned too far out and the sheer force of the impact with the ground sent it flying off balance. It rolled over with a deafening crash and plowed into the ground diagonally. The girl inside had been thrown out of her seat, and now lay on her side, dazed. Her arm stuck out at a strange angle but she’d managed to protect her head. She briefly considered installing a seatbelt through the haze of pain and mild concussion.
“Woah now, eager, aren’t we?” Sounded a cheerful voice, accompanied by a familiar buzzing sound. “Quite rude, depriving me of my job like that!” Oren’s tone was now reprimanding, and Ryan couldn’t tell if he was sincere. She scrambled up to the seat, however, knowing she might not get another chance to gain some distance. A jolt of pain told her that her shoulder was dislocated. There was no time to think about that. Her one functioning arm grabbed at the controls and the Sentinel rose back to its feet unsteadily.
“Oh, whoops! I guess we have a runner. I suppose the lady won’t be returning your advances. Perhaps try a new cologne? Neheheh…” The drone said, amused. “Well I suppose I’d better leave you two to it! Consider this fight officially started!” He sang out and buzzed away. The ogre ignored him, reloading the canon with an annoyed expression.
Ryan had indeed started running, as fast as the mech could stand, past Tyrant and towards the building she‘d been trying to reach earlier. She couldn‘t put up an effective fight with only one usable hand and this opponent‘s sheer physical power could quickly mow her down if she wasn‘t effective, despite all the armour she was lugging around. She hoped he was as slow as he looked. Perhaps she could get somewhere with an actual environment she could use to her advantage, not just bleeding grass and dirt for ages all around. Her shoulder was getting more and more aggravating and she eventually gave up, knowing full well stopping may be fatal, grit her teeth and slammed her side into the dashboard, crying out in pain. Once... twice...she got the right angle at the third try and gasped through a stream of tears as the joint sharply popped into place. She wanted to take a moment but there was no moment. Ryan kept moving forward but spun around to assess the situation. She‘d turned just in time.
Tyrant lifted up the canon a second time, determined to wipe out his target this time. He‘d easily shortened the distance between them enough to get a good aim. At that moment his opponent retaliated. The cannonball flew past its intended goal and sent another fointain of dirt blooming out of the ground. Tyrant lurched back, bullets raining over his hulking frame. He growled, partially from the unexpected pain and partially out of anger. The mech turned again, to adjust its course, and the ogre rose to his full height once again, readying his club. He roared a challenge and lunged forward, quickly catching up with his unsuspecting prey.
@TemplarKnight07 I've posted, sorry it took me so long!
A beam of sunlight shone lazily between the heavy velvet curtains of the empty drawing room, now pulled apart to expose the tall windows. A figure sat by one of them, her face barely illuminated and her flushed, delicate fingers methodically working a needle back and forth through a silken cloth. Already dressed for travel, she waited.
It wasn't long before a door opened. There were several seconds of uncertain silence, to which Mjarre did not react, and a small "um"...
"Eloquent, Your Highness, but perhaps using words will serve you better?" Mjarre did not look up from her work but a playful smirk tugged at her lips. Her younger brother scoffed, but then straightened his back and held his chin a little too high.
"Mother calls for you. We shall be leaving shortly." he said stiffly, his still childlike voice comically formal. The princess stood up and joined him in the doorway, not a twitch in her face betraying the suppressed giggle. Merin - named after the soon retiring king of their neighbours in honour of his generosity to Geriang - had just turned twelve and their parents were beginning to insist upon him behaving more like a prince than a young boy. He would be accompanying her on the visit to Handon, "to hone his courtly manners" as Eressi had put it when she proposed the idea. Mjarre knew for sure that he was even more nervous than she was about the journey. She found it hilarious.
"Lighten up, Merin, you're not the one getting married off!"
The boy glared at her and this time she did not stifle her chuckle. He'd inherited their mother's soft golden eyes that made it impossible for him to look intimidating.
The stone halls, richly decorated with paintings and tapestries, but hardly anything else that could get in the way, were much more difficult to navigate today. The castle was bustling with activity as the last of the preparations for their departure were made. The two of them, however, did not hurry on the way to their mother's private library, savouring each step on the soft, dull red carpet that they wouldn't see again till their return. The queen could wait. She was a patient woman.
She was waving a newly written letter in the air as they entered, attempting to speed up the drying of the ink. Her imposing walnut desk was consumed by a scattering of parchments, documents, crumpled paper and quills. She liked to be Involved.
"You called for me, mother?"
The queen seemed startled but she smiled warmly.
"Ah, my dear, just on time!" she neatly folded up the parchment, tucked it into an envelope and sealed it, stamping her ring into the wax. She turned to Mjarre once again and handed it to her, "This is to announce your arrival to our generous host. Be a dear and send a bird to Gor Ithios, I'm sure the Lord Arch-Magus would prefer to be informed in advance."
Mjarre nodded a small bow and tucked the envelope away. She watched the tendrils of her mother's hair delicately unfurl as she stood from the ornate chair and walked over to her cabinet. The queen carefully took out a small lacquered box, beautifully carved with an intricate floral pattern.
"And this, you will deliver personally. It would be unbefitting of a royal guest to arrive empty-handed."
The princess held the box gingerly and bowed once again. Her mother smiled affectionately and placed a warm hand on her cheek.
"Good luck, sweetling. I am sure you will bring great honour to Geriang and our house...Take care of Merin."
With this, they parted. Soon the procession accompanying them set out on the long journey to Handon. A large, brightly coloured parrot flew overhead.
"To Lord Arceus Kallidus Kyros, Arch-Magus of Cathal
Lord Kyros,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Please accept my congratulations for your inheritance of your noble father's title - I understand it was hard-earned.
As we both know, I presume, His Majesty King Merin of Handon has generously invited us to participate in the events surrounding his impending retirement. I recently received a letter from him to inform me that it is your noble house that would be hosting the delegation from Geriang. I hope my daughter - Princess Mjarre, and my son - Prince Merin, can count on your hospitality, and that you will find their company agreeable. I do pray we are not causing too much of a disturbance to your affairs.
You have my gratitude.
Warm Regards,
Shakti of House Dionaea, Queen of Geriang"
Clouds piled overhead as the delegation neared the city. It would rain soon. Despite the gloomy weather Mjarre found the view quite breathtaking - she'd never been to this part of Handon, only the capital once or twice. She and Merin sat in the ornate carriage, deep red and bearing the royal crest. Her hands were yet again preoccupied with embroidery - a flock of birds that created a strange twisting pattern - though her eyes often wandered outside. The carriage was flanked by rattlers - large lumbering beasts with shiny nut-like carapaces on their heads that twitched and chittered constantly. Their arms ended in long sharp claws. Mjarre imagined they must look even more fierce to the handonians, who weren't used to the sight of them. Other creatures trailed behind and up front. She hoped they wouldn't upset the locals too much before they reached their destination...
It wasn't long before a door opened. There were several seconds of uncertain silence, to which Mjarre did not react, and a small "um"...
"Eloquent, Your Highness, but perhaps using words will serve you better?" Mjarre did not look up from her work but a playful smirk tugged at her lips. Her younger brother scoffed, but then straightened his back and held his chin a little too high.
"Mother calls for you. We shall be leaving shortly." he said stiffly, his still childlike voice comically formal. The princess stood up and joined him in the doorway, not a twitch in her face betraying the suppressed giggle. Merin - named after the soon retiring king of their neighbours in honour of his generosity to Geriang - had just turned twelve and their parents were beginning to insist upon him behaving more like a prince than a young boy. He would be accompanying her on the visit to Handon, "to hone his courtly manners" as Eressi had put it when she proposed the idea. Mjarre knew for sure that he was even more nervous than she was about the journey. She found it hilarious.
"Lighten up, Merin, you're not the one getting married off!"
The boy glared at her and this time she did not stifle her chuckle. He'd inherited their mother's soft golden eyes that made it impossible for him to look intimidating.
The stone halls, richly decorated with paintings and tapestries, but hardly anything else that could get in the way, were much more difficult to navigate today. The castle was bustling with activity as the last of the preparations for their departure were made. The two of them, however, did not hurry on the way to their mother's private library, savouring each step on the soft, dull red carpet that they wouldn't see again till their return. The queen could wait. She was a patient woman.
She was waving a newly written letter in the air as they entered, attempting to speed up the drying of the ink. Her imposing walnut desk was consumed by a scattering of parchments, documents, crumpled paper and quills. She liked to be Involved.
"You called for me, mother?"
The queen seemed startled but she smiled warmly.
"Ah, my dear, just on time!" she neatly folded up the parchment, tucked it into an envelope and sealed it, stamping her ring into the wax. She turned to Mjarre once again and handed it to her, "This is to announce your arrival to our generous host. Be a dear and send a bird to Gor Ithios, I'm sure the Lord Arch-Magus would prefer to be informed in advance."
Mjarre nodded a small bow and tucked the envelope away. She watched the tendrils of her mother's hair delicately unfurl as she stood from the ornate chair and walked over to her cabinet. The queen carefully took out a small lacquered box, beautifully carved with an intricate floral pattern.
"And this, you will deliver personally. It would be unbefitting of a royal guest to arrive empty-handed."
The princess held the box gingerly and bowed once again. Her mother smiled affectionately and placed a warm hand on her cheek.
"Good luck, sweetling. I am sure you will bring great honour to Geriang and our house...Take care of Merin."
With this, they parted. Soon the procession accompanying them set out on the long journey to Handon. A large, brightly coloured parrot flew overhead.
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"To Lord Arceus Kallidus Kyros, Arch-Magus of Cathal
Lord Kyros,
I hope this letter finds you in good health. Please accept my congratulations for your inheritance of your noble father's title - I understand it was hard-earned.
As we both know, I presume, His Majesty King Merin of Handon has generously invited us to participate in the events surrounding his impending retirement. I recently received a letter from him to inform me that it is your noble house that would be hosting the delegation from Geriang. I hope my daughter - Princess Mjarre, and my son - Prince Merin, can count on your hospitality, and that you will find their company agreeable. I do pray we are not causing too much of a disturbance to your affairs.
You have my gratitude.
Warm Regards,
Shakti of House Dionaea, Queen of Geriang"
---
Clouds piled overhead as the delegation neared the city. It would rain soon. Despite the gloomy weather Mjarre found the view quite breathtaking - she'd never been to this part of Handon, only the capital once or twice. She and Merin sat in the ornate carriage, deep red and bearing the royal crest. Her hands were yet again preoccupied with embroidery - a flock of birds that created a strange twisting pattern - though her eyes often wandered outside. The carriage was flanked by rattlers - large lumbering beasts with shiny nut-like carapaces on their heads that twitched and chittered constantly. Their arms ended in long sharp claws. Mjarre imagined they must look even more fierce to the handonians, who weren't used to the sight of them. Other creatures trailed behind and up front. She hoped they wouldn't upset the locals too much before they reached their destination...
I'll be posting within the hour, forgive the long absence
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No, Wild West is out, unfortunately. You can do either, but I'd gravitate toward starting the fight
Alright, I'll post asap. Do you want me to do the full three rounds or collect them into one post?
@Lugubrious is my opponent still in game? I couldn't find a post by them after my last one...and if they're out do you prefer me to get the fight over with or can I keep messing about for a bit?
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