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Yesterday was busy so I didn't get much chance to update this.

Hmm, two things. For IN, I'm OK with your character for the most part, some oddly specific abilities, but nothing I can't roll with, and I assume DJ is fine with it as well. Though I would feel better if you used T1 for your character, in which you abilities needed prep time to enact, as it is there's nothing I can see stopping her from jumping back from one ability to the next in no time at all. I know some come with self-debuffs but preps are a better system for balancing multiple activatable abilities/magic.

Just add at least one or two perps to use a spirit should balance the character out fine.

Aaand, I'm not even sure I want to touch Judgement's sheet with a five foot pole. Super strength, OK, super durability, well fine Tank, sure sure. Super speed and agility!! Lightening bruiser, glass cannon, tank in full plate with near immunity to all preternatural effects. Maybe I'll let Vordak look it over, cause at this point he seems even stronger than General Freedom.
Foresight isn't a speciality of mine. I'm more the roll with the punches and improvise kinda guy, sadly. I'm not as smart.



Btw, I think tomorrow I'm going to start work on the Lore and plot lines for the multiverse. Skalla was kind enough to offer some of his free time to help possibly make one faction in the coming chaos.

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Roughly five Hundred years ago...

Am I dead?

You are banished from Death.

Cast adrift between the world of light and darkness.

A curse has bound us together; to walk the multiverse unending. It has stolen from you your memories and identity. While it as stolen me of my freedom

If what you say holds truth, then how do we break this curse?

You must find the one who cursed you. To do that, you must find a Dreamer…




Present

The static charge above one nondescript blob was an ostentatious show of bright lights and a marrid of colors. These flashes of energies accumulated into a powerful and fierce ball of changing force. Then in one instant the shifting figure of pure azure plasma became a widening fissure slicing through time and space floating just ten feet from the ground. A single shadowy figure could be seen at the mouth of the fissure as it widened to the length and size of a 8x8 doorway. In one great bound the figure emerged, the air whipping about his frame with his coat billowing up behind him as the gateway slammed shut behind -- vanishing altogether.

A loud splash followed the man's landing, and indeed it the figure was a man. As he slowly stood to his feet he brought his hands up and down again brushing back the great coat he wore. The man was adorned in faded black garments, a long sleeved tunic of black cotton, with a leather guard on his right shoulder. His black high boots sending ripples across the surface of the blob he stood on.

The man’s face was partly obscured by a length of dark cloth, only revealing his dark brown eyes that slowly took in his surroundings. He adjusted the wide brimmed hat he wore, running his finger along the length of the brim when he finished. Well here he was it would seem. The Lady of Ravens was not wrong. Of course she never was in any case. He’d never doubted her before though it had taken many decades for him to learn to trust the strange elder being.

‘We've arrived,’ chitted a voice that sounded like it was shivering. The spirit of the Drowned one hovered several feet to Tordors left side. A space of incorporeal sorrow, sadness, and hurt that was almost palpable.

“Yes we have.” Torder answered grimly. “One step to finally finding the answers I seek. I will need your help, and that of the others now more than ever.”

The spirit shuddered as it faded to becoming almost completely invisible even to his otherworldly senses. A simple turnabout revealed that their location was utterly free of any terrain features. Just as the Queen of Nightmares had said it would be like.

Tordor sighed as he shrugged and rotated his shoulders before cracking his neck audibly. “Well then. Here goes nothing.”

He closed his eyes and focused his mind, picturing the image and willing it into existence. It took some time, though not as long as he had thought at first. When focused his mind to his surroundings once more, he noticed he was in a great green forest. The gentle chirps of birds and crickets giving the place an almost serene air. The whole forest some 120 yards in circumference.

The forest tree branches were so thick barely any sun could manage to peek through, shrouding the place in perpetual darkness. It was no hindrance to his supernatural sight, but the gloom might hinder those of the living who relayed on light to see. Unless of course his opponents could see in the dark just fine. In any case he kept liked his little creation. It was peaceful, possessing a haunting beauty to it. A single blue winged morpho butterfly fluttered into view.

Instinctively Tordor extended a hand allowing the insect to land on his arm. He took a moment to admire it before it flew off again when he raised his left hand to it. He sighed and decided he had wasted enough time. He began walking then. Soon appearing again in a featureless blob of terrain. He quickly realized this blob was much like the one he had changed moments ago. Along with the fact it was between four such blobs in all.

He noticed only one figure standing some 40 feet away, a feminine figure by the looks of it. Touching a hand to his head he bowed courteously, “Greetings, I’m guessing your not ‘The Liaison,' Then?” he asked as he tipped his hat to her by way of greeting before standing straight again.
<Snipped quote by DJAtomika>

I would have found out by lurking in the amiibo and nintendo reddit section, but this came as a surprise.

<Snipped quote by Rilla>

Didn't I suggest this idea earlier? I swear you guys shot it down.

It should be on the house, I think. However, there must be something in place to stop people from betting on the veteran fighting a complete newbie and bet everything to get 50 trillion points. Maybe the max bet scales with the points that the participants have and you win more or less points depending on odds.


I suggested it too, but Rilla has to make things seem like it was his idea first. :P

I wouldn't be against the idea. But I don't know how often betting would be done. Would be kind of interesting. Hmmm. I'll sleep on it.

So I'll post up either today or tomorrow. Wrote out of bunch of posts today, on this site and other so slightly tired. :P

Edit: Ahm prefect then, I can work on another match. XD


Simple mid tier match; Grievous vs Inuyasha

Judge: Melon

Battleground-

Name: The Gargling Fen

Size: Several square miles; a massive swamp surrounded by uninhabited marshland.

Properties:

1. The Fen exhumes a sickening odor and colorful, gaseous clouds from its bubbling mudpits that spreads across the full scope of the swamp. Visibility is restricted to only about ten foggy feet throughout the swamp, and standing near one of the many mudpits renders one almost entirely blind. If one finds oneself breathing in the fog for too long—a minute to several, according to one’s fortitude—terrifying hallucinations take hold of dancing figures and twitching talons in the dark.

2. Many old demon hunters have stalked the Fen, camping for months at a time in the search for low-level demons and monsters of all sort to creep into their crosshairs. There are a few abandoned camps left in the forest, either from hunters that have run off or have been eaten, their supplies untouched. Each camp contains rope, a few tents, a dead firepit and several rusting swords and rifles. There are also a few abandoned homes up on stilts containing kitchen knives, a hunting rifle or two and basic home accoutrements.

3. While the living dangers of the swamp are potent, the truest killer is the pits of broiling muck so thick that being pushed into one without a way to pull oneself out is practically a death sentence. Even characters of great strength can be sucked under in their struggles.

4. The gas clouds are neither toxic nor flammable, the trees and vegetation have average durability, and the land as a whole is very flat, albeit mangled by gnarls of underbrush and interrupted by bodies of water both wide and thin.


Player Capacity: 2-20, maybe more

Description:


Flavour Text: No inexperienced traveler dares turn their gaze toward the Fen: a great green island among seas of cutting sawgrass and knee-high muck. Demons stalk the Fen’s stagnant pools and shadowy understory, striking at any time in howling celebration at yet another fallen fool. When they cannot conjure up a physical form from the mud and wood, they possess the boars, the insects, the reptiles; snakes of immense size and beetles larger than wagons are not uncommon in such a vicious, ever-shifting ecosystem. Daytime has no meaning to the ground-dwellers, as the trees are so thick above that little sunlight penetrates the overwhelming green. Visitors to the Fen will find no respite at any time of day, as the dangers never rest. They only wait.

So @Inuyasha, what do you think?

Yet another sort of creepy arena. Who doesn’t love those?

Name: The Gargling Fen

Size: Several square miles; a massive swamp surrounded by uninhabited marshland.

Properties:

1. The Fen exhumes a sickening odor and colorful, gaseous clouds from its bubbling mudpits that spreads across the full scope of the swamp. Visibility is restricted to only about ten foggy feet throughout the swamp, and standing near one of the many mudpits renders one almost entirely blind. If one finds oneself breathing in the fog for too long—a minute to several, according to one’s fortitude—terrifying hallucinations take hold of dancing figures and twitching talons in the dark.

2. Many old demon hunters have stalked the Fen, camping for months at a time in the search for low-level demons and monsters of all sort to creep into their crosshairs. There are a few abandoned camps left in the forest, either from hunters that have run off or have been eaten, their supplies untouched. Each camp contains rope, a few tents, a dead firepit and several rusting swords and rifles. There are also a few abandoned homes up on stilts containing kitchen knives, a hunting rifle or two and basic home accoutrements.

3. While the living dangers of the swamp are potent, the truest killer is the pits of broiling muck so thick that being pushed into one without a way to pull oneself out is practically a death sentence. Even characters of great strength can be sucked under in their struggles.

4. The gas clouds are neither toxic nor flammable, the trees and vegetation have average durability, and the land as a whole is very flat, albeit mangled by gnarls of underbrush and interrupted by bodies of water both wide and thin.


Player Capacity: 2-20, maybe more

Description:


Flavour Text: No inexperienced traveler dares turn their gaze toward the Fen: a great green island among seas of cutting sawgrass and knee-high muck. Demons stalk the Fen’s stagnant pools and shadowy understory, striking at any time in howling celebration at yet another fallen fool. When they cannot conjure up a physical form from the mud and wood, they possess the boars, the insects, the reptiles; snakes of immense size and beetles larger than wagons are not uncommon in such a vicious, ever-shifting ecosystem. Daytime has no meaning to the ground-dwellers, as the trees are so thick above that little sunlight penetrates the overwhelming green. Visitors to the Fen will find no respite at any time of day, as the dangers never rest. They only wait.


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