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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:49:01 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil:intro Ronnie would come out wearing his traditional battle gear.. He was dressed in his white and green themed light armor chest plate. He had matching pleather pants. He wore comfortable shoes. He at his front had two cross daggers. At his side was a sword hilt sticking out a seemingly invisible sheath. Ronnie had been challenge and he wasn't one to turn down a challenge if one came.
Ronnie battle senses tingled as he could feel the light in him beginning to boil. He would flicker a bit with light for a moment. His eyes looked more dragon like as his dragon bond was in place offering him some abilities to be shared with his dragon despite some distance. Equipped at Ronnie's backside was his buster sword.
Black Hood Intro:
The Darkness amidst the arena seemed amplified, it warped and out the void stalked the Hood. The alien metal that made his headpiece, a kind of helmet that blocked the eyes, the mouth, the nose- made him seem featureless, unknowable- but illuminated by staff of black construction- metal scored with runes and crowned with a baleful white light.
" Today, one of us will learn much. " Came that deep voice, a voice that resonated with arcane power. His feet, seemed to scorn the very earth, lifted by swirling eddy of magic. Around him, space contorted- and a feeling of pervasive alteration, change, something primal threatened to overtake those in his wake.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:49:26 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil: The time for talk had ended and it was now time for action. Ronnie would begin simple as he would form eight light needles within his fingertips. Ronnie would take a moment to let his light senses rage, if his opponent had any vampiric, demonic, undead, lycan, werewolf or any other dark theme powers, his light will pick up on it, any other features would not be revealed to him, especially considering how secure his outfit was.
Ronnie would start by launching the eight light needles in the direction. Only three of them seemingly having a chance to hit, one that was aimed at the center part of his chest. The two others would be aimed at his adjacent middle portion of his arms and the other five would spiral three to his left and two to the right if he tried side stepping, his chances of hitting would be increased if that was indeed Ronnie true aim.
Ronnie Breteuil: The time for talk had ended and it was now time for action. Ronnie would begin simple as he would form eight light needles within his fingertips. Ronnie would take a moment to let his light senses rage, if his opponent had any vampiric, demonic, undead, lycan, werewolf or any other dark theme powers, his light will pick up on it, any other features would not be revealed to him, especially considering how secure his outfit was.
Ronnie would start by launching the eight light needles in the direction. Only three of them seemingly having a chance to hit, one that was aimed at the center part of his chest. The two others would be aimed at his adjacent middle portion of his arms and the other five would spiral three to his left and two to the right if he tried side stepping, his chances of hitting would be increased if that was indeed Ronnie true aim.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:49:52 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil: Ronnie watched him as his attack's main purpose was to get some intel on his fighting style. It seemed that his opponent had a strong use of magic. It seemed rather potent as he was able to shatter the needles aimed at him rather effortlessly. That was fine with Ronnie as he had other intentions for his light needles than inflicting damage. Ronnie would not be able to initially notice his shadow being manipulated as his focus was on reading the mysterious one movements. Ronnie would stumble forward slightly as his legs was grabbed by his shadows grip resulting in a partial fracture to his angle due to the initial grip. It wouldn't be long before Ronnie's body would illuminate with light all over to attempt to disperse the shadow magic. Ronnie would follow it up with his true strategy as he would use his light teleport warp to the shards of light that was by the right side of his feet
The moment of appearance Ronnie would be facing him throwing a right fist towards his jaw hoping to catch him off guard. During the punching motion both of Ronnie's hands was engulfed in light. The punching fist however had bits of electricity surging around his hand as he used some energy of his dragon bond to draw out Shricks lightning element to add to his attack. It wasn't an attack he used often so he doubt he would be prepared for it. The lightning add on aim had a potential paralysis effect, which was the hopeful result of a possible connection. Ronnie was unsure of his body natural defenses to just go with brute force only.
The Black Hood: The shadow- wasn't just shadow around this man. It was void, space- a far realm leaking into this one. The horror that came next could not of been foreseen. Unfortunately for the Black Hood, neither was Ronnie's attack. The shock of it whipped his head back, protected by his helm- the electricity harmlessly diffused as elemental power was absorbed into his staff by reflex alone. The baleful white light for a moment went blue and violet before returning to it's previous color. "Clever." he muttered in an unseen grimace, the light empowered the blow enough to stagger his body- but not his mind.
Gloom, dread. Psionic forces made manifest into a razor sharp blade, constructed in his hand in millisecond, the same millisecond Ronnie had thrown the punch that had scrambled his defenses for a moment. The blade was thrust outward to meet the Luminous One- the wizard not paralyzed, nor as weak in melee as expected. The sword thrust was sudden and practiced, and hit or miss- the presence of that energy drained a person's confidence, sapping at will, at bravery, at devotion- the very things that brought such brilliance to Ronnie's light. The thrust was aimed just out of easy sight line, at the leg hampered by his ankle injury- right above the femoral artery.
The light that Ronnie employed came from within him, and for that he had the Black Hood's respect. But as the vortex of light and shadow strained, as the maelstrom of magic met the man's burning passion, a long howl could be heard from within the void which threatened them both. A slurping noise of eldritch horrors unspeakable and unknowable. Tentacles of violet energy begin to lash across the battle field, not targeted at this point- but limiting movement and motion to say nothing of proper sight.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:50:24 GMT -8
Ronnie Breteuil: Ronnie felt his fist connect, but not hitting the damage cap he wanted. Apparently this opponent was adept at combat. After being struck he created a psionic blade. Ronnie felt an shaking emotional surge that left some of his confidence, will power and devotion diminished. These were indeed important components of him, but Ronnie's biggest driving force was love, his love for Tyran and resolve to make it better regardless what damage it done to him. Unfortunately Ronnie momentum was still a bit in motion from connecting the punch. Ronnie could only maneuver his leg and thigh around to narrowly avoid deep cuts along his arteries Ronnie would get a very nasty cut going down his thigh and close to his ankle.
Ronnie began to bleed, but his very light was in bedded in his blood. The pain in his body swelled up as the light burned brightly through his leg. Ronnie having stumbled forward ran into several of the tentacles getting knocked around like a rag doll. After a few blows Ronnie kicks off the ground with his good leg to use all the momentum he got from being knocked around to launch himself towards the wizard. The light managing to slow down the blood loss. Ronnie would release a small burst out his feet, which sent Ronnie soaring towards the wizard at faster speeds than normally projected. This time leading with his opposing hand that still illuminated with that bright light from before.
He still had one hand readied and charged up for a strike. Ronnie maneuvered his body around spiraling around avoiding the random tentacles towards his target. Moments before punching at him, he would once again use his light teleporting powers, but instead of porting near him as he has done, he would use up extra stamina to port to the other light needles he launched towards the back of the area. He would circle through all of them. The last one he shot out would launch him with accelerated speed towards his back and he would continue onward with his punch. His body momentary illuminating in light, which focuses into his fist. If the fist would manage to connect Ronnie would release the light in a light blast attack. Ronnie knew normal attacks wouldn't work, so he needed to get more creative.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:50:38 GMT -8
The Black Hood: For a moment, time slowed for The Hood's perception. The bleeding effect of the place where his deeper powers spawned, had become something he needed to see too. He needed to harness it, focus it to see, to track all that the powerful warrior was doing. He was fast. So fast- teleporting to each of the points his needles previous found. It was brilliant, far more brilliant than the populace gave him credit. It reminded him of his own battles. Battles..he fought with Her. Would She of liked him? Would She recognize her paramour? Anger swelled, but that only embolden and sharpened his focus. Ronnie's teleportation made him hard to track, but his light- the light that poured out of his very veins telegraphed any attack to an arcanist who had been trained by mortals and gods alike.
One location, two, three, four, five- then blasting at him with such incredible speed, behind him even. The Black Hood brought his hands forward, as the onslaught of Ronnie's movements began to materialize into a creative attack. He attuned the tendrils of energy, tentacles of violent psychic energy, of entropy and void- and pulled at them like strings to a marionette. The warrior of Light was good- good enough for his purposes. But he should of lead with this level of creative offense.
The "strings" of energy, thick and hard to evade already- splintered and became myriad, a multitude of razor sharp wires that flew in an intercept course, each thread of malevolent magic aiming to pierce, to slash, to cut the man to ribbons as the Black Hood- seemingly as aware of his back as he was his front turned to face his attacker. His blade had been allowed to vanish- his hand free to guide the deadly threads of energy that came from beyond. His staff was lifted to fill the artifacts purpose, employing a wave of force to slow the man's momentum and catch him in the otherworldly web of ancient magic.
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Post by Laelia Kaliba on Sept 8, 2018 23:53:50 GMT -8
(Black Hood won the death match, but decided to spare Ronnie's life)
The Black Hood: The slowing wave sapped inertia slowing his lethal speed into something more manageable, his forward momentum putting him through each razor thin thread that cut at flesh, mind, and will. Those scant yards he traveled would be an agonizing pain he would not forget, a reminder to watch his tone when someone attempted to actually, -agree with him.
In that moment, a twitch to the right or left could slice his heart in his chest- sever his spine, or even simply lobotomize the man. But, the memory of Her and the ambition of a new world stayed his hand. The man was arrogant. Foolhardy. But he was something special. A piece that deserved to be on the board.
" You did not take the priestess' Sanctuary. You struck out at Evil. You are brave...Yes?"
Ronnie Breteuil: Ronnie was now on the ground. He couldn't move, the injuries suffered from the body left him in a mess. The only thing he could do was slam his fist against the ground in frustration. The only suprise was why this man didn't kill him and collect the bounty. He commented about him being brave, "Me brave, I don't know, the only thing that matters is Tyran and its future, I will fight evil to my last breath for the citizens no one care for."
The Black Hood: " I was like you. Not long ago." he said with a hoarse nod. His power greatly exerted, and his jaw hurt for one. "Broaden your vision. It is the Church that fails the people. It is the Gods who have no purpose. Broaden your vision, Ronnie Bretuil."
" Forsake All Gods, here and now... Steel yourself against the Temple of Evil- Ignore the foolishness of The Temple of Light. Embrace instead, a world order with more practical concerns. Feed the hungry. Clothe the naked. And Prepare for the Coming of great danger than Tyr's Pissing Contests and Sinead's Family Devotions."
" Continue on your path, knowing..... That I am behind you. What that means, well..." He canted his head to the side. " It is up to you. You are on a fitting path. Don't let them kill you for it. "
" If you survive the coming weeks... I'll return to speak with you, if you'll listen. About old ways, New ways. And a path forward for this fallen place, choking on it's decadence."
Ronnie Breteuil: Ronnie listens to him, "The Temples, you know about them and their desception. I suppose I misjudged you......" Ronnie looks down as he felt like he took this L for no reason. Ronnie now feels a bit upset that if he would of won he would of killed someone who would of been a benefit to Tyran possibly. He spoke at least interesting concepts. Ronnie weakly smile, "IF you have stories to tell I will lis..." Ronnie fell to the ground as he was a bit spent from the mental +physical damage suffered. He needed rest to recover.
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Tyrannights is a free-form play by post RPG with a medieval fantasy setting. It was formed in 1997 by Shawn and Doreen with many different owners and versions over the years. Its current version is Tyran: Tales of Legends owned by Sinead and Laelia.
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