Dazsos

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

My apologies on the short-term memory loss idea, I saw the phrase 'short term memory' in conjunction with his ability to cast spells, and you know... it's vague enough to distract my own short term memory. Flower text here, direct inserts there, you know how the imperfect human brain works. Regardless, this isn't the real issue.

As for the rest... you're talking about information that doesn't exist, then arguing that everything is there. I'm the one that has to interpret your character's profile, I'm the person you're roleplaying with! If it's impossible to interpret properly, or you're explaining it wrong to me... that's not an issue I'm 100% at fault for, not even slightly.

I'm not applying my own definitions to your magic, I'm applying the definitions of the words you're using to your magic. You're applying the definitions in your head, which aren't listed, and are not on your character's sheet. This applies to roughly seven of his bracketed abilities. (Also, AGAIN, you stated in the PM that Ishtalle knows spells that are NOT in your sheet. If only the judges could actually see our private conversation.)

"His profile isn't half hidden! Just his spells!" Well fuck. That's only the part that's important in combat roleplay!

If anyone came in to my d&d group saying they were already level 50 and didn't need to show me all the spells they've acquired... I'd whip my d20 at their head. Swear to god.

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

See I don't mean 'list of every single named spell under the sun' when I say that, what I mean is an overview of what he's capable of, from highs to lows. What's the use of having profiles if half or more of the information is hidden? None of my character's spells are hidden, so I don't see why Corban should be able to wing spells mildly related to any magic he has a mild memory of. (When he has short-term memory loss...)

In my opinion, if you give a single word as an example of a realm of magic, you should only be allowed the dictionary definition of that word, in terms of power.

"Evocation: Evocation is the act of calling upon or summoning a spirit, demon, god or other supernatural agent, in the Western mystery tradition." Nowhere does this say that non-sentient cryogenic kinetic controlling bombs are listed, and if they ought to be... that means evocation, for Corban, means he is able to summon anything that possibly exists out of... well... who knows where? That alone is millions of spells more than I've listed Myron having. Every single element or elemental combination in the table of elements! That... in my opinion, is kind of over-powered, or at least high powered, in that it allows Corban to do virtually whatever he wants with whatever he wants.

Secondly, it may be stated that Corban can control crystals, but this is described as carbokinesis, which revolves around the control of carbon, not the control of hydrogen. His control should still not surpass Myron's. Sure, he may have advanced understanding of the pattern in which ice takes when solidified, however he does not have an atomic control or understanding of water. This is where having something defined specifically in a profile should matter.

I can see Corban creating a bomb that temporarily disables kinetic energy within an area... however, to fully lock all motion in that area absolutely, and permanently, he would require such a strong & continuous supply of personal mana or energy, which he should need to focus on. And even then, to deny movement in its basic form, even to deny magical or spiritual control, must require he manifest his own control over it on an absolute and godlike level, dividing it from time itself almost. I just don't see the current version of it, concocted within a second, having such absolute sway. You seem to want Corban to be able to nullify every type of magic Myron has, instantly, whilst simultaneously having perfect spells that cannot be dismissed. Even though I have a way to block Corban's next attack in my head, and Myron's water icicles may not even matter in the end of things... I just don't see it as valid.

On another note, you didn't really give me proper explanations of his abilities. You also completely left out the category of divination from his spellset. I know what you wrote, however I'm asking you to add it to his visible profile because a judge may want to know exactly what Corban is capable of, before making a ruling. You said it's based on D&D, but not everyone plays D&D, I'm a Dungeon Master myself and I'm the one who has issues with a profile lacking necessary information.

Ignoring my requests about Ishtalle's unlisted spells constantly. When you say 'I have spells I don't have to tell you about before our battle,' that translates in my brain in to: "If you get an advantage on me, I'm going to metagame."

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

@DivinityOkay, given our bouts of disagreement on things, which is carrying on a tad much in private message... I figure it'd be best if we resume our debate publicly so that the judges may witness our claims.

So far, my argument has been that I don't see the logic in the clone bomb. In PM and IC you've described it as a powerful cryogenic explosion, which I'm interpreting as a huge drop in temperature. Now you've stated that because kinetic force is expelled, and it's cryogenic, Myron won't be able to control his ice any more... but I don't see any reason whatsoever that entails Myron shouldn't have control over his ice, just because it's now extra cold. By using cryogenic magic, Corban is mostly stepping out of the boundaries of his skillset and in to Myron's, whereas simple 'conjuration' in a basic form shouldn't allow him to overpower another mage's control over something they've dedicated their life to... when Corban only has a single word explanation on his own control over ice; '[Conjuration]?' It states he dislikes this domain of magic, so I'm unsure how the 'likes' and 'dislikes' terms have any sway over his control, if he's able to use such advanced spells such as this.

So somehow he obtained the powers of cryogenic freezing, made them in to a bomb inside a clone, created the clone in his image with absolute perfect features (without illusonry, as you said), and controlled the clone perfectly whilst travelling underground at the same time... all in a 1-2 second timeframe in-between shooting a gem, and dashing/digging underground. Although I figure this might be possible, it's the reason I've complained that I should be allowed to use Myron's high-tier fighting set. (And why I've unlocked his rift and gravity runes for this fight, which I generally save for higher tiers.) Now I'm honestly accepting of most of the things here, but all at once, and the effect nulling my magic? Now that I don't see.

Corban's bracketed skills are still much of a mystery to me, as well, and I assume your cryogenic magic stems from one of them. If I need a judge's ruling on one thing, it's to see a full list of what Corban is capable of within those bracketed spells. Honestly from the beginning of the match, I had assumed those spells meant he simply understood how the magics worked, not that he had adept control over each of them. So now that I'm stuck with them, I'd like a synopsis to work with. You stated much of his spells are inspired by d&d, but even d&d requires individual spells be shown. Also you mentioned that Ishtalle is capable of spells not written in Corban or her own sheet... I must be able to see them all, please.

Dazsos vs Starfall

Pssst, @Starfall, before we start, would you mind adding a version of Satori's profile to the character page?

Just for, you know, officialness.

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

Mild bruising would tell the tale of damage truly being dealt, however Myron was a healer, and could ignore pain whilst fighting, on top of this, many little extra somethings saved the day for him. The force of the attack had diminished greatly thanks to being pushed off course initially by constantly pressured water, then striking the book at such an angle that most of its kinetic force was not met head on. Next up, the vials on Myron's chest. These things saved him from a lethal blow, and strangely enough, as he coughed and noticed no blood spilled, he'd be saved from grief. How he gathered so much water for an assumed 'summon,' was something nor he, or the opponent would've noticed. All the mirror reflections really did dull the visual senses.

Whence the book struck his chest, it shattered a few vials of his silver ink, which poured outwards viciously with the pressure you'd expect from compressed space being suddenly unlocked. The force was enough to counter what was sent through the book, and out of it formed an amassed amount of liquid so great, it encompassed Myron's vision completely, leaving him ignorant of his surroundings momentarily.

A second to glance down, the scribe realized he had been pushed far back, to the point where he was no longer actually inside of his own barrier. If the gem struck him so quickly, his rune wouldn't have erected fast enough to catch him. He didn't feel the back of his barrier, and so he assumed he was still inside. Within the barrier, where the vial initially exploded, blobs of silver water sprayed about, giving off the illusion that Myron was doing his work within its premise. The shattered runic vial remained within, and continued to pump a stream that blocked even Myron's own vision. The barrier was invisible to all eyes, but once Myron looked through the eye of the mask he had created, he'd realize what had happened. Being so used to water rushing all around him, he hardly noticed at all! His book was now trapped within the confines of his barrier, and he only survived the attack because his body absorbed the impact by being sent afar. Water was his body, though, and dexterous he was, he landed well, leaving skid marks in the dirt, and got up just as planned. His foe charged, overestimating the damage dealt, and the speed of a scribe's hand.

Now arose a situation somewhat different than expected by either fighter, yet it could still serve Myron well. At first he would feel as though he had a problem to fix, his book had been trapped in that darned barrier! There was only really one way to destroy that kind of barrier, a kind not of magical or physical fashion. Corban would find his weapon being sent astray, and the defense lowered, however that wasn't because of a double-cancellation, it was because Myron took the time to point his quill at the right part of his barrier, and unlocked it instantly afterwards.

The icy silver water which gathered broke free and poured forth, coating the ground rapidly, it soaked the earth turning it in to a mushy mud, and then continued to splay out in a very large radius quite quickly. If Corban indeed pressed onwards in hopes to attain an easy win, he would find his feet sloping and being sucked in to the liquid. Eventually the water would lay low enough for the image of a book to be seen floating out from where Myron should've been. Beyond the book, fifteen feet or so away, a large grinning face mocked all who witnessed.

From beyond the invision rune, Myron closed his left eye and saw his opponent's stance. He was so deft with his hands, he would've easily created his mask in time. Now, he had something to work with against such a foe, but stuck in close quarters combat, he had little time to make another monstrosity. Now that he had a large amount of water to work with, it would be easier for him to do the following...

One stabbing motion with the quill wand, and the giant puddle came to life! From beneath Corban, icicle spikes arose at an alarming speed meant to penetrate every vital organ at once, and then every non-vital organ! Excess water would spray from the sides, in an attempt to wrap around and strike Corban from behind and even above. A fully encompassing attack!

The book slid off to the left, where it slowly began to rise as if given a life of its own. If the freezing water spears didn't work, which given Corban's impressive defenses, they might not, Myron would need to add on attacks from more angles. The book opened up to a good page, and faced the foe instantly, whilst holding dormant but ever present. The great mask continued to grin, and clear water poured from its mouth adding to the masses. The silver stream grew greater and greater, from two broken vials, and more from the scribe's waistline. All of this, and Myron still wasn't reaching the limit of his divided attention.

Dynamo Frokane Vs Dazsos

@Dynamo FrokaneOh, wow! Hey dude! I thought you fell in to the void or something.

Yeah I'm still down for a 1v1, but... I do remember asking for a ranked fight. (Cause I want at least some estimate of my skill known.) And I noticed this isn't a ranked thread?

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

I notice you keep editing your posts, @Divinity, sometimes even over a day after they're made. I'm guessing that's just to fix typos...? Please do state what's edited in a battle post, since I may have read it wrong the first time, and it was more than a grammatical error. Normally editing posts is fine, but not in a competitive fight.

Arena Chat Thread

Such low level equipment could never compete with my endgame fist weapon:

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

For but a moment, Myron might be a bit doubtful of his opponent's accusation, before realizing both parties were ignorant of each other's context. Obviously nobody was smarter than the scribe's headmaster! Unimportant thoughts that didn't linger, the scholar wouldn't have any time to respond to the stubborn gem-wizard's remarks.

In the process of preparing himself for combat, Myron was stressed for time. He could concentrate on a couple things at once, however be unable to complete them all in strict deadlines. His arm waved fluidly, dividing focus between controlling the liquid around him, whilst preparing his book for war. His magic tome was heavily enchanted, so much that at least one of each and every rune he knew existed within its pages, even its cover was marked. To even open the book, he'd need to unlock the adamantine rune which would otherwise hold it at bind. Myron could compete for the title of 'luckiest wizard alive' when upon hearing the bursting sound of wind startled him enough to entice his reaction, however much in vain it was, he'd still leave mostly unscathed.

Immediately, the wizard swiped his wrist as quickly as he could, but the barrier rune would be erected too slowly, the fist sized gem would breach his defence, piercing through the freezing water halos to strike the enchanted tome dead-on. Any low-level codex would've been rendered useless in an instant, however Myron was prepared to face off against a possible destroyer of the world, so he came equipped for the job. Whether the gem would shatter or not, the pressure of impact would still cause the scribe's book to be thrust against his chest, forcing him to be launched backwards momentarily. Luckily his magical control over the book's sturdiness was greater than his less impressive physique, and the slanted edge of the adamant coated book would serve to redirect the attack behind Myron, along with the gem's slight grazing passing through a moving liquid circuit, thus dimming the blow just enough to save him from any serious damage.

An invisible bubble erected soon after the gem's passing, and Myron would find himself stumbling back, nearly forced against a side of his barrier. Had he been quicker on the draw, his most epic defence would've repelled such an attack with ease. Being short of breathe was the price he'd pay, to have a powerful barrier in place that his opponent would be entirely unaware of until the next move. Reality was somewhat displaced within the orbital zone, Myron would be unable to hear anything else spoken about or to him, since he was now divided from what was true to earth's domain. Spiritual magic would pass through, and perhaps that was the only exception. Sound and everything else that effected things physically were banished to the exterior.

After coughing twice, and realizing his life was spared by pure luck, Myron began to gather himself. He was not expecting such a quick attack to come out of an opposing barrier that could also deflect explosive power. There were many gimmicks to his opponent's attacks that needed to be analyzed, and a tactic made to compensate for their impressiveness. In case the gem-shaper could find a way to break this barrier particularly, Myron had to act fast. He had given himself some time, and the illusion of weakness. After regaining his balance from a knelt position, the scribe would thrust his quill forwards, and summon forth his first creation! What was once channeled silver water gathered before him in the shape of a large oval mask, nine feet in length, just tall enough to fit in the barrier when slanted. The mask wore a wide moon shaped grin, and eyes bore wide, the entire outline of each affixed with runes. Envisioning through the mask's right eye, Myron could extend his own sight. A dormant gaze of annihilation held in the left. A toothy grin drooled endlessly thanks to elemental runes seemingly eaten. All made on a palette fortified to adamantine strength. The process wouldn't take a minute, Myron was skillfully dexterous with his hands, especially when focusing all of his effort in to a project. His arm flailed furiously, as his quill want zigged and zagged as if he was a maestro conducting dubstep.

If by chance his opponent could not breach the dividing barrier by the time Myron finished his first creation, he would go on to form another; A mage like himself worked best on preparations, the kind he'd need to handle an opponent of this caliber. Working diligently, the scribe accessed the mask's eye to keep track of any other attacks made in the meanwhile.

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

At this range, the true purpose of an all-disintegrating energy beam were for naught, if but a successful distraction. At a closer range, the molecular level erosion would easily devour gems, and magical barriers alike. The failure of an attack served to fuel a knowledge tank, however flashy the display, not many could parry such a blast; Myron gauged his new opponent's skillset, and readied a countermeasure.

Curiosity arose, and Myron would be bequeathed questions he had no answers for, else he humor the foe in to false precedence. What confused even the scholar, was how his foe, although attacked with what could've been a lethal blow, hadn't attempted to fight back, or show harboring of any ill will whatsoever. There was little fun in killing neutral parties, Myron would have to convince himself over and over again that his actions were for the greater good. In the mean time, there was no harm in a little story telling.

"Yep! From a society. Probably not the same society, though!" Myron meant to amuse his opponent, at the very least. A flick of his wrist would pop off the corks of several ink vials around his waist. Two, each at his hips, would pour their black contents out upon the floor beneath him, whilst the others would form floating hoops of silver around his body, gradually growing in size, and maximizing at three, one horizontal, and two at opposite diagonals. "I suppose you could call me something of a justice assassin! Or something less cheesy sounding... Your nosing about here is a big no no! I've been sent to make sure you go away! Now uhhh... pretty please? Pleeaase go away?" It wasn't too hard to talk a bit whilst preparing spells, with the exception of cantos. Myron hoped he might not even have to shed a tear or blood-drop, if his opponent would just retract such curiosities.

Corban's analytic eyes might notice the strange formation of sludge veiling the ground under Myron's feet, the runes that tainted the earth encompassed fifteen feet in diameter, and halted at that point, whilst within grafted lettering of an archaic form. A rune engraving of this size required a little bit of time to prepare, so stalling with words might continue to help in this situation. No need to activate it just yet, but a barrier would be very important later on. Myron's floating book served to veil sight of his right hand, the wrist shifting and swaying, his wand pointed downward, his motion unmistakably that of writing, which the feather or his quill revealed. His left hand wasn't idle, with an open palm it swayed through the air as if swimming through water.