Post by iceberg on Sept 27, 2007 16:22:12 GMT -5
Ergh. RP-duel.
Fantasy characters try to kill eachother, setting in the world of Lore.
You get?
If I wanted to play cards, I would have said that already.
Have some example.
Fantasy characters try to kill eachother, setting in the world of Lore.
You get?
If I wanted to play cards, I would have said that already.
Have some example.
Was she being toyed with, or was the man the one being fooled by her blatant acts of amateurship?
A little bit from column A, a little bit from column B. She did not spare a moment to ponder what in the name of the gods had caused her to jump like that, a stupid move, ridiculous. Others would have laughed their lungs out if they had seen her travel through the air, a red arrow, a stupid sparrow.
Sparrow. Why a sparrow?
Whatever.
She landed heavily, broken tiles and wood smashing around her, miracuously she was able to get past the barrage but with a slightly torn dress, and a few cuts. The most audible damage however came from the landing. Bones cracked, muscles in her legs was torn. Both her legs had bent unnaturally backwards from the knees, but she stood up. Still stoic, no sign of pain could be seen on her face. Obviously, she was used to the transformation of her lower body already.
A plan to bring the downfall of the man had already been made mid-air. To throw two attacks with enough strength to shatter towers, required for the person to give up a good portion of their Magical strength. In such short time, that caused fatique in most cases of magicians. Whether he was one of those people, was not her concern. All that she needed to know, was that he was to die.
She stomped the ground and leaped away from the debris poised, her halberd aimed at the man, perfectly. Magical essence ran through the weapon, slowly generated amidst the chaos of the first moments of battle, and the bolt was ready. The halberd, held with one hand, her left, released the bolt of energy.
Thunder struck, and at that moment, a green blast was sent from the tip of her halberd. A magical arrow, it travelled with slightly higher speed than normal arrows, let little noise but that of the electricity crackling, and unlike arrows meant for bows, she had theoretically a limitless amount of them at her disposal, given enough time to gather the energy needed, and for the magical parts in the halberd to stay in one piece. For the bolt she had just fired, it was small compared to the size and effect of more charged attacks, but this was just to disorientate the opponent, let them draw conclusions of her weapon and capabilities, and when he thinks that everything is known, shatter those beliefs, along with his skull.
The attack was aimed to the wrist which was holding onto the sword. If hit, the bolt would carve a clean round hole in his flesh, large enough to fit a finger through.
A little bit from column A, a little bit from column B. She did not spare a moment to ponder what in the name of the gods had caused her to jump like that, a stupid move, ridiculous. Others would have laughed their lungs out if they had seen her travel through the air, a red arrow, a stupid sparrow.
Sparrow. Why a sparrow?
Whatever.
She landed heavily, broken tiles and wood smashing around her, miracuously she was able to get past the barrage but with a slightly torn dress, and a few cuts. The most audible damage however came from the landing. Bones cracked, muscles in her legs was torn. Both her legs had bent unnaturally backwards from the knees, but she stood up. Still stoic, no sign of pain could be seen on her face. Obviously, she was used to the transformation of her lower body already.
A plan to bring the downfall of the man had already been made mid-air. To throw two attacks with enough strength to shatter towers, required for the person to give up a good portion of their Magical strength. In such short time, that caused fatique in most cases of magicians. Whether he was one of those people, was not her concern. All that she needed to know, was that he was to die.
She stomped the ground and leaped away from the debris poised, her halberd aimed at the man, perfectly. Magical essence ran through the weapon, slowly generated amidst the chaos of the first moments of battle, and the bolt was ready. The halberd, held with one hand, her left, released the bolt of energy.
Thunder struck, and at that moment, a green blast was sent from the tip of her halberd. A magical arrow, it travelled with slightly higher speed than normal arrows, let little noise but that of the electricity crackling, and unlike arrows meant for bows, she had theoretically a limitless amount of them at her disposal, given enough time to gather the energy needed, and for the magical parts in the halberd to stay in one piece. For the bolt she had just fired, it was small compared to the size and effect of more charged attacks, but this was just to disorientate the opponent, let them draw conclusions of her weapon and capabilities, and when he thinks that everything is known, shatter those beliefs, along with his skull.
The attack was aimed to the wrist which was holding onto the sword. If hit, the bolt would carve a clean round hole in his flesh, large enough to fit a finger through.
