VoyForums
[ Show ]
Support VoyForums
[ Shrink ]
VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2] ]
[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 21:22:39 09/19/03 Fri
Author: J.R.
Subject: Battle Royale
In reply to: Marvy the Pooka 's message, "Brass Tacks" on 02:44:20 09/14/03 Sun

4 hours later, Anarky and Atlas stand amidst 6 other mercenary types... 2 other trolls, 2 Redcaps, a Satyr and a robed, short figure. All the men, save the robed one, looked like battle-hardened, scarred, armed and armored men. The other wears a simple black cloak. The Rabbit had gone off and gathered the six he'd been suggested, explaining the deal. Anarky and Atlas, meanwhile, had scarffed chow in an all you can eat beef shop. Now they await the rules and beginnings of the Battle Royal. It is to be held here, on the outskirts of the town, in a wide, empty barn. The barn has a loft, and many rafters... other than that, it's all open. There are no spectators... merely the rabbit, the mercenaries, and our two heroes... which had, minutes earlier, proceeded casting spells using a series of warm-up bunking and stretching.

The Rabbit clears his throat, and continues. "There will be no undoing, or serious maming... merely a battle to the finish. 8 men enter, 2 will leave. In exactly one minute, I'll blow on this whistle. You must battle to unconsciousness, or be disqualified. Prepare yourselves.

Anarky looks to Atlas, giving him a wink as she stretches in the splits on the ground. "you ready to rock, big guy?"

Atlas looks at her with a smile and looks at the competitors. Looking them over with his fae sight, searching for chimera, treasures, spells etc; and also looking for weak points. He Pulls out 'JR' in Kendo form, and nods to Anarky. "I'm Ready." As he studies them, he gets the following assesments. All but the satyr glow with enchantment, the cloak practically beaming it. The Trolls' weapons seem to be chimera, and the first Redcap seems to have magical armor.

The rabbit counts down... 10... 9...8...7... The forms begin to spread out. The Two Redcaps are apperantly a team, and start to surround a troll. Atlas mumbles the information he gathered to Anarky.

Anarky gives him a nod, a slight smile on her lips. "Any strategies here?"

5...4...

Atlas nodded his massive head. "Hit the RC's n any bare spots, watch the trolls weapons and leave the cloaked one to me

Anarky straightens her face and nods... slowly catwalking to the remaining Troll...

2...1! The whistle is blown.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

  • Battle Royale II -- Spear-troll, 22:53:04 09/19/03 Fri

  • Final Bout - (really long) -- Marvy the Rabbit, 23:30:26 09/28/03 Sun

    [ Contact Forum Admin ]



    Forum timezone: GMT-8
    VF Version: 3.00b, ConfDB:
    Before posting please read our privacy policy.
    VoyForums(tm) is a Free Service from Voyager Info-Systems.
    Copyright © 1998-2019 Voyager Info-Systems. All Rights Reserved.