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Kiln |
Mar 18 2006, 07:47 AM
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Forum Bard

Joined: 22-June 05
From: Balmora, Eight Plates

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Now to find out who will write the battle scenes...I personally think that the fight should be written up to a certain point after which the voting will be done to decide the winner, then the conclusion can be written but hey, thats just my opinion.
It also appears that Sirin entered and has no opponent, so if someone else joins then they will be pitted against him.
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He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. - Friedrich Nietzsche
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Kell-Reevor |
Mar 18 2006, 09:52 AM
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Joined: 7-July 05
From: surrounded by old people

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QUOTE It also appears that Sirin entered and has no opponent, so if someone else joins then they will be pitted against him If you still need one more participant, then I suppose I can put Kell in. Name Kell-Reevor Age 20's Race Argonian From Blackmoth The son of a legendary legionnaire, Kell is brought to Morrowind at a young age when his father is assigned to Fort Darius. Their ship runs aground during a storm, and the crew is supposedly killed by a band of ex-legionnaires led by a man named Konimus. Kell is badly wounded, and is taken prisoner. He eventually escapes with a gift from his deranged captor... a replacement arm crafted of ebony. During his childhood, Kell spent much of his time in the company of his father's personal guards and servants. From these people he learned the ways of the sword, but showed little interest in magic. That said, he wields a very limited skill with magic, and at an earlier point was completely void of casting ability due to his condition. However, as trouble pursued him, he learned to make due with casting through his left arm alone, using it mostly to disrupt an enemy's ranged attack. In melee, he is quick on his feet and is granted an unnatural amount of strength in his ebony right arm. Equipment: Steel dai-katana (previously daedric, but replaced to be fair) Steel breastplate (previously ebony, again replaced to be fair) Magic: Custom light frost bolt (antimagic/detonation) Custom light levitation (hold/slow) There you go. This post has been edited by Kell-Reevor: Mar 18 2006, 11:38 AM
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Taillus |
Mar 18 2006, 04:25 PM
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Knower

Joined: 30-January 06

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Oops  Forgot about sirin. I posted that late last night I am terribly sorry. So the fourth match will be Sirin Vs. Kell. I also agree that each battle should be completed to a certain point then voted on and followed by the ending. I think that will be the best way to do this. No we are not officially started as of yet so if anyone has any issues with who is facing who then we can mix things up a bit...
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“Worry not, young Breton. This will be over very quickly but I wish I could say that it would be painless. You will suffer greatly before you join the countless other souls that fuel my power.” - Taillus
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minque |
Mar 18 2006, 06:55 PM
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Wise Woman

Joined: 11-February 05
From: Where I can watch you!!

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QUOTE(Taillus @ Mar 18 2006, 12:44 AM) I say we start now! No time like the present but we need to decide who is facing who... HEEEY!! Please do wait for me!!! I´ll be home sunday night CET!! You could hold your horses that long ok??? Please! QUOTE(Taillus @ Mar 18 2006, 03:29 AM) Until further notice we can group by when we added our profiles to this thread. We should start a new thread per battle so we can use the poll. Luper Vs. Telina Taillus Vs. Arthago Kiln Vs. Serene .....and more if they join in time. Now we just have to decide who writes for Lup and Telie. Whoever we decide on (can be one or more writers) Cloudy and Tellie should think about sending a message to the writer(s) of the battle describing battle tactics, character traits and so on. Ach.....I´ll have to post Serene first...and she´ll probably fall in love with Kiln instead of fighting him!!! 
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Chomh fada agus a bhionn daoine ah creiduint in aif�iseach, leanfaidh said na n-aingniomhi a choireamh (Voltaire)Facebook
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Kell-Reevor |
Mar 19 2006, 12:48 AM
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Joined: 7-July 05
From: surrounded by old people

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QUOTE Kell vs who was Kell facing? Sirin I think?
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Tellie |
Mar 19 2006, 12:00 PM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-November 05
From: Tel Delvanni

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Ehem....it's not Telendil...it's Telina who is doing the fighting....I'm just gonna watch..hehe...we all make mistakes.  ...  But well....now that I have read your story, griffie...and still reading on Taillus's stor( I have not managed to catch up yet..  ), Id say that Arhtago has a fair chance of beating Taillus...but well nothing is certain. The batlle between Telina and Oasis, I believe those two are the poorest fighters enterd here...Oasis relies on surprise and dirty tricks...Telina relies heavily on the element of surprise...swiftness, and of course magic....magic is what is most important for her...take away her magic...she have fairly little to stand against someone who is actually a fighter.
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treydog |
Mar 19 2006, 05:28 PM
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Master

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The Smoky Mountains

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PROLOGUE
For long and long Hircine had sat upon his throne of ice deep in the cave that was sometimes in the frozen north of the Mundus and sometimes…elsewhere. The Great Hunt, which had entertained him in the past, seemed dull now, and so his mind- crooked and branched like the antlers on his helm- turned to a new entertainment. He cast his thoughts out into the world that was and into all the worlds that might have been or might yet still be. And from each of those worlds he plucked an image, an idea, an avatar. From each he chose a hero or heroine whose feats had or would someday make them legendary. Satisfied with his choices at last, Hircine sent forth his werewolf minions to fetch forth the players, the victims for his newest game. Regardless of their abilities martial or magical, they were plucked from where they slumbered or labored or fought, unable to resist or even truly comprehend what was happening. For Hircine, in his power, lifted them out of the stream of Time and brought them to a place that was not a place, but merely a creation of his fevered imagining. With a thought and a word, he conjured a great amphitheater of ice, surrounded by benches for the unwilling spectators. Another word, and he set the ones he had chosen upon the benches, able to see and hear everything, but unable to act until he willed it so. Satisfied, he pointed at two of the figures and made a lifting motion. With his gesture, the two were brought into the arena and accoutered in their favored armor and weaponry. Hircine smiled and spoke a single word more- “BEGIN.”
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The dreams down here aren't broken, nah, they're walkin' with a limp...
The best-dressed newt in Mournhold.
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