GreivousKhan

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Anyone able to judge any of these fights?

Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!

2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

[Ranked] Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!

Find a judge, get them to make a card.

@Rilla

How do I do that? Just ask around?

[Ranked] Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!

whose the judge for you sacks of flesh?

@Rilla

I have no idea. :K

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

I just thought of a new quirk to my character. Although the body remains the same, there could be twelve souls stored in the sword that can inhabit it. This is represented by her body being the executioner, the sword being the judge, and the 12 souls being the jury. The souls will be able to recharge themselves after being defeated and hiding back in the sword. However, they can't recharge in a single battle. A new soul could only enter her body if the sword is stabbed into the corpse, so as long as you can avoid that she won't keep coming back for you.

@ImportantNobody

So the what your saying is, if the Reapers win, theirs a huge soul buffet for the waiting! >=D

Also on another topic, I think Souls would replenish naturally even if devoured and destroyed elsewhere in the multiverse. :K

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

She's almost completely Japanese, though her understanding of the English language comes from translator implants in her ears, and TV dramas.
Itsuki has a thing for that Bendybick Cucumberpatch person

@DJAtomika

I'm thinking I should add a simple spell for comprehending and speaking in different languages.

One of the Lore canon things I want to make for the multiverse is a dynamic and advanced system that works throughout all the multiverse first established by the Angar-Ryalln Empire. That basically allows all sentient creatures to communicate regardless of their means of speech. Though accents still bleed through regardless.

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

@GreivousKhan She'd probably be very puzzled at how old-fashioned he is.

Considering Itsuki comes from a cyberpunk Tokyo... XD

@DJAtomika

Well, he actually comes from an established setting called the Iron Kingdoms. Which is basically a Full Metal Fantasy world. But ya, should make for some interesting dynamics. Especially considering his dialect/slang is similar to old british cockney.

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

@MelonHead Maybe we need to enact a melon mating call.

[Ranked] 2 v 2 battle! Reapers Vs Champions; A Dance of Blades!

Melon, post up your update to just confirm your still doing this. Else the position opens up!

I wonder how Itsuki and Tordor would get along. What do you think DJ?

Arena Chat Thread

I believe for it to work there had to only be one false image present. Along with some other conditions. Can't really remember exactly it being several years ago now and RPG dying causing me to lose the character. :K

[Ranked] Khazna The Black Mask vs Rodetta The Red- War of the Blades!

*Cling!*

The distinct sound of metal on metal alerted Khazna immediately to the fact his strike had not met flesh. Not to mention the feeling of unyielding steel as he met resistance. The cut did manage to slice through the fabric of his cape near the edge, keeping it in place for a moment, Khazna then pulled back with a flourish bringing his sword up around freeing it. It was at that moment Tablurath saw the flare of energy building up within his opponent.

Materializing to his sensitive sight as an ominous and intense red aura. There was no time to avoid it in their close quarters dance. He tucked in his limbs as best he could, crossing his blades over his chest to avoid cutting himself with them, just as the kinetic force of his opponents attack came full force. The fire burst rocked Tablurath back, even as he dropped backward curving into a ball as he did so. Thus he rolled with the force of the fire burst, his cape getting set on fire along with some of his gear. Thankfully none of his skin was exposed, saving him from any permanent first or second degree burns while the roll had helped kill any lingering flames.

He came out of the back-roll springing to his feet just fourteen feet away from his opponent. The motion combined with a tight spin to the left, having clicked the clasp for his cape, his left hand shooting up and behind him as he casted off his cape. Fluidly leaving him in a stance that had his right foot leading, right sword low and the other high, both pointing at the enemy's face.

His cape having already been positioned before him just before the fire burst, had taken most of the flames. Though now it fluttered away in the wind alight with embers as it slowly burned.

“That was my favorite cape.” Tablurath stated plainly.

He read the distance between them, judged the current of air, calculated time and distance. Then did something his opponent would have never expected. He underhanded tossed his right handed sword into the air sending it 20 or so feet above them. Having noted the dark mist from earlier had cleared, along with a good portion of the grass around his opponent. Tablurath filed that information away. It seemed that the nanomachines had been the target, not him exactly.

Interesting.

He moved forward then at the same moment he had tossed up his sword, fixing in his mind the strands of arcane energy left still pulsing with power from his opponents recent use of them. He’d need to bypass that pike of hers first if he wanted to get in range with his own sword. Luckily he had several ideas to circumvent his opponents defenses. More dark mist swirled from his scabbard as he moved, he immediately swept his other sword through the mist. Causing the Mibs within to instantly begin constructing a perfect duplicate. As he came within eight feet the sword was finished and he cleanly caught it in his run.

He was aware of being within striking distance of his opponent's weapon. If she struck out he would prepare a defense. If not he would be free to move forward to just about six feet away, sending his newly minted right handed blade into a high thrust. As if to stab his opponent in the face, though with the twist in his wrist as the blade was held upward would allow natural transitions to follow through from that position.