Blaze Gamma

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First Trial (Rilla Vs. Blaze Gamma)

Gojūsuke frowned as he looked at the ring appear around him. In the end, a gaunt looking figure appeared. The martial artist scowled. The figure before him definitely wasn't human. Considering he was supposed to be from a Nexus Earth, this was something unexpected.

The voice was also something unexpected. "Unspirited... Whatever." Gojūsuke sighed, taking up a fighting stance. He held his left arm back, his right guarding his face and upper body. A southpaw. "Old man... I'm going to wipe the floor with this bony bastard, then you're going to get me a real fight. Someone with some actual spirit, you hear me!" He said, staring down the, as far as he could see, walking corpse before him.

"Alright then, let's see what you can do!" Gojūsuke leapt forward, keeping his right arm up as a guard. He was going to test the waters, making the first strike. He snapped a quick fist for Tre'yan's chest, quickly retracting it to hold in a defensive stance. It was clear up close that under the kimono, Gojūsuke had both his hands wrapped, and, much like the boxer, had wrapped feet, choosing not to wear any shoes when fighting.

First Trial (Rilla Vs. Blaze Gamma)

"Gojūske, are you paying attention?"

The young man yawned, covering his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, look, can we get this over with? You said you were gonna give me a good fight here, right?" He asked as he stretched, his loose fitting kimono easily accommodating his motions. The outfit, whose top had a flame motif, was certainly one designed to be ceremonial, but it was also built for training, and as such, had to allow for some movement. "So what, just gotta beat this guy you're callin' to a pulp, then call it a day, yeah?" He asked.

Gojūsuke's attendant sighed. "Perhaps you're oversimplifying things a bit, but yes, you're to fight the champion that will be summoned here."

"Yeah, yeah," Gojūsuke sighed, looking around the dark room. "Chamber of Dreams, huh? We can pretty much fight till death, and then we'd come out right as rain after. Bit boring if there's no thrill of that chance of death in it."

"The point isn't to have the 'thrill of death'." The attendant sighed once more, the young man having always tried his patience. He'd been training Gojūsuke for 11 years, since the young man was 8. Maybe a week ago, Gojūsuke had attained the title of Master, though all it really meant was that he'd learned the basics, and could handle himself in a fight.

This had bolstered the boy's ego far more than his skills could back up. "In any case, now that we're here, I'll explain who you're facing."

"Hell yes," Gojūsuke smirked, slamming a fist into his palm. "Hit me with it. Am I going to be facing a warlord? Sun Tzu? A god of war?"

"You'll be facing a boxer."

Gojūsuke's smirk faltered slightly. "Whatever, so where're we talking from? Somewhere fantastic, right?" He asked, quickly recovering.

It was the attendant's turn to smile. "He's from a Nexus Earth."

Gojūsuke's smirk evaporated now, quickly as it had come. "Wait, you're serious? So you're just setting me against a shmuck from a place where people are just... Normal?" He asked. "And a sportsman? So it's not even someone who's..." He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "Ugh... Dammit... Fine, so what else."

"Well, let's see here," the attendant pulled out a note. "Tre'yan T'Mass, diseased at age 29-"

"Wait, diseased? You mean I'm fightin' a damn zombie!?"

"Don't interrupt." The attendant said. "But yes, diseased. He's a boxer, orthodox stance, featherweight champion, 6'1, around 120 pounds."

"... Ugh... Dead men don't have spirit..." Gojūsuke muttered to himself. "And that tall but only 120... Like I'll be fighting a toothpick... Dammit! This is completely lame!" The young man stood at 5'11, and weighed in at almost 170 pounds. While he wouldn't beat the man in height, Gojūsuke was likely to look like a truck in comparison. He zoned out at the rest of the explanation, feeling sorry for himself about having, in his mind, such a lame person for his first bought.

The Chamber of Dreams could summon willing champions from any number of worlds to fight. The battle always took place in an arena familiar to the one summoned, so no doubt, the smokey chamber would turn to a boxing ring as soon as the T'Mass guy was called. Gojūsuke cracked his knuckles, having lost some of his steam. "So just call the guy already." He said.

"Of course, of course," the beleaguered attendant mumbled, holding up a hand. "Tre'yan T'Mass, the Chamber of Dreams calls upon you as a champion! Come to us, so that we may strengthen our spirits and bodies against the strength of your fists!" He called out a small incantation, and the smoke began to swirl around the room.

While Gojūsuke was less than enthralled by his selected opponent, there was still some sense of anticipation to the dramatic flair of the chamber. He prepared himself, ready to see this skinny bastard he'd be fighting appear.

Help me get on my feet, yea?

I mean, he's giving me a boxer, so those hands ARE basically wrapped in marshmallows. @Skallagrim

Help me get on my feet, yea?

So I guess I'm looking for someone to help me test the waters for Arena. I've got a character in mind. Due to the background I have for him, he'll work with almost any setting with infantry combat, though he's not incredibly developed as of yet. So trying to figure both using arena as well as developing how he'd behave, since I'm planning to use him as the main character for a game I want to write (Rambling fluff).

Err... Anyway, looking for unranked combat, someone who'll put up a good (ie: not intentionally one sided) fight.

Yeah.

Shit int check is shit.

Saturday Night Pathfinder

Alright, we're starting at level 1, max HP for level. Stats are 4d6, reroll 1s then drop lowest. You may distribute stats as you wish. I'd advise you get in touch on the guild discord

Saturday Night Pathfinder

>Only played 5e.

@Irredeemable

Scum.

Also, yeah, it's fine. One of the players has never played a tabletop before

Saturday Night Pathfinder

Dude, it's basically 3.5 streamlined

Saturday Night Pathfinder

So yeah, I'm putting together a pathfinder game. Looking to do Saturday nights (US time, EST, UTC -5).

I'm looking for 3 more players. Going to start the game at level one, We will play over Discord. Voiced. Unless someone wants to step up to run it, I'll be DMing, I'll also have a DMPC. Blah blah. Post here if you have questions.

Fire Embem: Arise

Felix took a bare moment to notice the soldier wearing the house crest talking to them. He had to make a gut decision. He couldn't spend too much time on the cannon fodder, as it were. That said, the moment of hesitation did not do well for the young man. He flipped up his sword to parry the blow, but too slow. He managed to avoid a direct hit, but the tip of the lance shaved through the slightly more ceremonial armor that he'd changed into earlier in the day, leaving a rather deep gash across his side. Were it any higher, it would likely have hit his diaphragm, leaving him unable to breathe, any deeper, would have likely given an unwelcome freedom to his entrails.

"Tch... Whatever..." Felix winced, taking what he could out of it. He moved into the blow, not allowing the soldier to recover. Were it a bandit, he wouldn't see much issue with taking the man's head off. Instead, he swung up the flat of his sword, hammering the side of the guard's head. 'Sorry, guy, but play time's over, he thought, spinning about and hoping the older guard wouldn't attempt to take him out from behind. "Outnumbered? Don't make me laugh. Now then, I'll say again, run or see yourself dead like your friend here's about to be." He said, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible, pointing his scabbard at the downed man's neck, his blade at the still standing soldier. "I can take these exchanged a lot better than you lot, who've been living in here with thumbs up yer arses. I've been fighting for years. You've been sitting in this palace. You're older, but who do you think has the edge of experience?"