GreivousKhan

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Rilla has nothing to do with the issue.

Mahz can probably fix it.

@Rilla

Well of course now we KNOW its your fault.

Dammit Rilla.

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

Funny you should mention his accent, I do mean to put more Iron Kingdoms Slang in there.

It's what you pointed out sounded like British slang awhile back.

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I can't see my record either. I assume because Rilla dislikes my face.

Maybe Melons record is to powerful for the forum to take.

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Almost... as if I knew.

@MelonHead

GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I don't like it. D=

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

Don't try and blame me by making me Co-Gm.

KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

@MelonHead

You done did it, own up.

And come to think of it, the two do have that in common.

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Wow, the moment I was thinking of pointing out that it was weird Melon had no avatar. literally the MOMENT I thought about saying something. Pop comes his melon head.

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

The blue rift of space glowed an ominous azure in the center of the large domed ceiling chamber. The light expanded outward in a great flash that bathed the room in latent ethereal energy before it slowly faded. The next instant where the rift of energy had existed, now stood two figures. One was a man who wore the Victorian style of a gentlemen supplemented by a long great coat. A sword was strapped to his back, it’s handle menacing and fierce looking.

Tordor the Gravewalker observed their new surroundings. A simple round room some 20 feet in radius. There was worn out looking mail plated bodies of armor adorning mannequins that circled the room. On one wall was a shield and two crossed swords- no doubt some long forgotten regalia. The ceiling some 30 feet overhead possessed a single chandelier of elegant design. Brushing of the sleeve of one arm Torder said, “Well, seems we made it in one piece.”

Tordor counted four exits from the room they currently found themselves in. Who knew how many more like these they were? That tome could be anywhere, and the Lady of Ravens had not given them much to go on. Still, they had all the time in the world. Or they should, neither he nor his partner needed rest or food. He looked in the direction of his lovely, if deadly, ally.

Ishida Itsuki was her name. He had never encountered names quite like that one. Though it sounded lovely. They hadn't had time to talk much since being paired together. Though he suspected she wasn't the talkative or lippy sort, anyway. Well, they would have plenty of time to get to know each other, and Tordor wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing. He drew his mind to their current mission. They were to find some old book apparently. One that had belonged to the beings who had once inhabited this castle and world. Apparently they were not unlike the dreamers of the current multiverse. Recording and researching eldritch forbidden secrets. The kind of stuff reclusive archmages were into.

“We should get started, The Lady mentioned we might run into trouble if we took too long. We might not be the only ones looking for this thing.” Tordor wished the Queen had been able to share more. But she either did not know who else was looking for the tome, or had decided that that information was not necessary. She oft worked in mysterious ways.

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

Apparently Melonhead edited in Romance in the topics for the thread. :P

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Hmm, good luck with that.

Here's a bit of help then.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83032-ranked-khazna-the-black-mask-vs-rodetta-the-red-war-of-the-blades/ooc

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/83248-ranked-2-v-2-battle-reapers-vs-champions-a-dance-of-blades/ooc

These are all ranked matches. :K

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

Welp, we can start now I think if everything is in order. :K

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

It had come to this. As the Lord Cardinal descended his opponent raised their hand releasing a ball of flame directly toward him. Any other warrior would have been defenseless in the face of such an attack. Khazna didn't even bat an eye. The body of fire shot upwards, but in Khazna’s eyes it was an intricate web of energy, filled with innumerable strands of crisscrossing pathways that flowed with ethereal power that gave it the shape it existed in now, and like all constructs, they could be made to break. With the elegant twist of a sword, using the momentum of his earlier swing, Tablurath plunged the weapon forward at the last moment the fire storm would have consumed him. He felt the hot oppressive wave of heat hit him like an unseen gale of wind on a stormy night. The light of it stung his eyes, which thankfully were protected from the heat by his mask.

Then in another instance it was gone, embers of heat flickering out as if the entire thing had imploded on itself. The Cardinals extraordinary sight picking that one strand of energy that needed to be severed, that same flicker of fiber he had had his eyes on before she had even began creating her ball of fire. When the ball had collapsed, so had the heat it had created leaving, but a plume of smoke in the air between them. The smoke was no obstacle to Khazna, seeing his opponent as a skeletal figure made of red webs like living veins pulsing with blood. He emerged from the smoke just moments after his opponent had fallen on her back from the force of her own attack, already attempting to roll back over her head.

He had calculated the probability of her use of fire again after her earlier use, adjusting and adding it to his choice of weapons and tactics. Sadly few were they who could catch Tablurath with the same trick twice. So there was no loss of speed or momentum in his descent upon defeating the attack. Leaving his opponent rudely unprepared as she tucked in her legs and rolled backwards. His right handed sword which had absorbed most of the energy from the collapsed fireball, that power now causing it to glow a menacing red, was posed to stab the rolling woman directly through the back mid roll as she was in the midst of her maneuver. The added force from the fall, along with the raw power pulsing in the sword now, should give it enough force, speed and cutting strength to pierce the women's armor. The thrust aimed specifically for the cervical vertebrae area and would quite likely end this bout indefinitely should it land.

Given the women's awkward position and the speed of which Tablurath was coming in for the kill. Avoiding the blow, which likely she did not even see coming, seemed in the realm of the unlikely at best, to impossible at worst. Even so, once Tablurath landed in a crouch he would spring forward if his blow was somehow avoided to continue the assault.