Gladiators of Eria RP

[Dragonson]

OOC: Beware of leavers Phoon. :/
I did the same thing with a RP on another website, and when a few people left 'cause they didn't have time to come online anymore i had two choises: Shut the RP down or get new players.
In the end the RP dies 'cause it just took too long to get 'nough people.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: i know. i wish to let him join but there just is no way whiteout restarting the RP, and none of you want that. i really wish to let him join but i just can't. if i do think of a way that is lore-wise possible in my realm I'll do it but, it hasn't happened ever in the Eria challenge it's forbidden late entry's are simple forbidden. i'd be going against my own lore if i allow it.

OOC2: HOWEVER, i'm not planning to stick whit the canyon storyline forever. when the canyon part is over you can join the RP, after the canyon storyline some new races will be free to.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Seriphen: the spell has no effect at all and the shapeshifter morphs one of his claws into a normal hand and grabs you by the fur he then hits you incredibly hard whit his other claw.

 

[Fussiler1]

He quickly jumps aside, escaping the coffin just in time.
He looks up and looks for the sand-spirit, certain it would do a new attack.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Arador: you look around but to bad, the sand is everywhere and blocking your view, then blades made of earth start flying trough the curtain of sand right at you.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Blades of Earth? Wouldn't it, like, break off, or?

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: not necessarily. a rock is earth. he just presses it so hard together that it becomes something like a rock and is very sharp.

 

[Fussiler1]

He quickly holds his axe before him, and one of the earth-swords break off as it crashes into the steel. However, one of the blades pierces the outer side of his stomach.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Arador: as the blade pierces you the sandspirit now rushes trough the curtain of sand for a direct assault whit one of his claws, thinking that all his blades hit target.

 

[Fussiler1]

He raises his axe and charges forward, ready to kill the spirit on the spot.
Very quickly, he grabs a potion and drinks it in the last second, dropping the vial.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: what kind of potion? i have to know this. i might not use dice systems but i very well give bonuses based on conditions surprises etc etc.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Hm. Well, I thought just a health-potion like in Warcraft.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: aha ok i see, well. i'll carry on like i was planning then

IC:
Arador: The sand-spirit surprised that his opponent is not as weakened as he had hopes manages to shapeshift right in front of you, tough just abit to late. your axe hits the target that try's to jump over you. as you turn around and look at your oponent you can see a wolf whit it's back legs chopped of, a fatal wound. the shapshifter goes back to his normal form due to the lack of energy, you can then see your oponents troug shape. a Phonory a shapeshifting race and known for their earth control.

 

[Fussiler1]

He raises his axe to finish the gladiator.
It would be his second mark.
Yep.

 

[Dragonson]

Seriphen growls, his mind foggy from the hit.
He erects his claws, and goes for a direct hit, trying to cut open the gladiator's stomach with them.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Arador: your axe falls down on the mortally wounded gladiator, killing him. his body then changes into glowing dust witch forms a piece of the mark. as you are about to take the mark the loud voice speaks again "Lady's and gentlemen records are broken this year! one of the gladiators has already managed to complete his mark of honor! this man is member of the Fiaro clan and host to the black dragon!" silence then returns.

Seriphen: the shapeshifter surprised by such a quick retaliation is unable to dodge the tack completely tough instead of being hit in the stomach his shoulder is torn open. he lets out a growl and shapeshifts again into the form of a human preparing for one of his quacking blows. while this happens the loud voice speaks again "Lady's and gentlemen records are broken this year! one of the gladiators has already managed to complete his mark of honor! this man is member of the Fiaro clan and host to the black dragon!"

 

[Fussiler1]

Edit: Ninja Post!

He frowned.
''Damn, he's better then I expected.'' he mumbled.
He took the mark and walked on.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: what ninja post how who wha?

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: I typed something else but then you had posted so I re-wrote the post.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: oooh, well :/ shit happens.

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Reactzor?

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: what?

 

[Fussiler1]

OOC: Meh, nevermind. Just wondering where I end up now.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: waiting just a bit longer. maybe dragonson reply's and then i can do you both at the same time.

 

[SoLmaster]

"Good, but look at your arm. It's crumbling before you." He spat blood. His armor broke and shield fell. What was left was the leg armor. "Power Technique: Soul Merge." He started to grow more muscles. He charged with even greater speed. "Face the wraith of a Kresge." He grabbed his sword and stood there as an equal.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: ehm, sorry SoL but he grabbed your arm and stoped your charge by doing so and disarmed you by taking your sword from you and throwing it to the other side of the smaller canion. i don't know how you exactly made his arm bleed and crumble but i'm pretty shure it's imposible. he has you in a pretty tight spot. and i don't know exactly what this soul merge thing is but i looks OP

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: EDITED part of it. It not an Over Powered thing. The OP version of that technique is god merge. With all this PT using, he will eventually have no energy left. Has has 5 more PTs left before he must rest.

 

[Crazy Cow]

There were no sounds of battle near Adru. That didn't mean there was nobody near, and so Adru walked down the left path, alert for any opponents.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: yes OK sol but i still don't get how you got his arm crumbling and spitting blood.

IC:
Arador: as you walk further into the small ally a stomping can be heard coming closer to you. you hear loud breathing and the rinkling of chains, you then hear the sound of a mad bull that's about to charge and then it appears out of the shadows. a minotaur charging right at you holding a two handed axe in both hands.

Adru: you walk down the left path and it seems to be bringing you to a cave at the entrance of the cave a torch is hanging. noises of battle can also be heard coming from inside the cave.

 

[Crazy Cow]

"Now we have a fight," Adru mumbled. Drawing her sword and taking the torch with her free hand, she ran into the cave, following the sounds of the battle.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Earth Break is design to take down defenses made of earth. I spat the blood because of the gut attack.

 

[Fussiler1]

He stood ready with his axe, ready to jump aside when the bull would arrive.
Then, with a quick movement, he would turn and cut his head off..
The right moment..

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Guys, i'm sorry for my slow posting, but i'm still ill, and it's gotten to a state where i'm taking medicine that leaves me pretty "stoned".
It will hopefully get better soon though.

IC:
Seriphen smiled.
Those Black Dragon people seemed to be ones to stay away from.
He morphed back into human form like his opponent, grabbed "Fang", his staff, and gave his opponent a intendously stunning blow.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Kath-an Kresge: "whateh... thats a pretty powerful technique you got there. however, can you keep it up. that stump in your gut did quite some internal damage." he once again forms some sort of earth glove around his arm. he then smashes his fists into the ground creating an earth wave rushing towards you.

Adru: you enter the cave and the light of your torch lights up its walls, the sound of battle keeps comming closer and closer. you then feel a cold chill going down your spine and your body feels like it's being touched by some sort of weird goo.

Seriphen: the gladiator surprised by the sudden shapeshift takes the blow to the head and falls down on the ground knocked out.

Arador: the bull to stupid to see trough such an obvious tactic keeps rushing forward to your position. he heaves one of his axes and trusts at you whit it.

 

[Dragonson]

Seriphen, still abit dazed from the hit the gladiator gave him, slits the gladiators throat, drinks a little of his blood and takes his mark.
He then slips back into wolf form and starts looking for another opponent.

 

[SoLmaster]

He jumps in to the air. "Power Technique: Cleaving Wraith." He flip in the air and comes down with his word pointed at the master. His sword gaining even more power.

 

[Fussiler1]

He dodged the axe by jumping aside and unleashed his axe with all his power on the neck of the mighty Minotaur.

 

[Crazy Cow]

Adru raised her torch high, searching for whatever was causing the slimy feel.

 

[Phoonix]

IC:
Kath-an Kresge: "you're such a pain..." the man now took two metal shields from his back "See if you can break this, hehe" the earth around his arms crumbles and falls on the ground and the metal takes it's place. he then starts running towards you head o,.

Adru: as you raise your torch you start to notice a very thick fog on the ground of the cave that feels very cold, suddenly the hands of spirits start to reach out to you trying to grab you.

Seriphen: unable to jump back on the cliff you fell of you have no choice but to follow the path ahead, tough it seems disbanded. it doesn't seem anyone is around for another few miles or so.

Arador: your axe slices clean trouch the beasts neck. it falls dead on the ground, touch it was a wasted effort since minotaurs don't carry pieces of the mark.

 

[SoLmaster]

Kath-an Kresge was in a state of pure power. His mind was being altered into a rage. "POWER TECHNIQUE: SOULLESS RAGE!" He now would fight to his opponent last breath, his whole body was getting bigger and the final move was set. He would waste the last of his energy doing the Soul Blade. The draining power of the ancient times.

 

[Crazy Cow]

OOC:
Wait, what? Undead souls attacking me? That makes no sense at all.

Adru bludgeoned the shadowy hands with her torch, using her powers to extend the fire to the length of her forearm.

 

[Dragonson]

Seriphen, knowing that his eyes could fool him, turned back into wolf form and followed his nose.

 

[Fussiler1]

''Damnit.'' he mumbled, and he kicked the body away.
He looked around him and shrugged, walking on.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: Sol OP and in the world this RP takes place in there is no such thing is the five soulless gods. in fact if a living thing doesn't have a soul at all in my world it can't exist...

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: It a Technique name, what it is truly, is a demon change. Just substitute soulless for demon, it a power name for a demon.

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: thats exactly the point, i can't take it as substitute for demon, demons in my world are beings whit powers beyond imagining. if a technique would cause a soul change to a demon it is OP because of the lore in my realm :/ and it really sound OP whiteout all that crap to.

 

[SoLmaster]

OOC: Since you are GM. I just do Soul Blade, it takes a blade and merges it with soul power, creating a blade that weakens the enemy.

 

[Dragonson]

OOC: Ey Phoon? could you answer the rest of us soon?

 

[Phoonix]

OOC: yes that would do Sol tough pleas edit your post according to it then and Cow yes, undead souls are attacking you. now what do you know of the races i gave you info about and i'm talking about one race in particular, that uses summonings xD

IC:
Andru: The fire reaches up to your arm and the souls fog disapearsd whithin a 1 meter radius aroudn you. then one of the souls rizes from the fog completely and charges at you.

Seriphen: smels are comming from every directiong, blood, sweat. you can smell it alol and it is a horible smell. tough the strongest smell of them all is comming from up a head furher down the little aly a smell that tells you this person is dangerous.

Arador: you walk further down the little canion untill you reach a crossroad, three ways lay in front of you. one stright, one left and one right. (obviously)

 

[Fussiler1]

He looks around for an other way or danger, but then shrugs.
He turns and walks into the right way.