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Post by Leytan on Aug 15, 2004 23:16:41 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The Pulse.] *The sinister figure of Leytan appered in the clearing and survayed the surounding.* "Yes this will be most sutibale for the Duel." *The sinister smile plays across his lips and he sits down on some rocks to await the arrival of Skiprazor.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Aug 21, 2004 11:46:08 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The Pulse.] [*A flock of ravens screeches out of the thicket a short distance away from Leytan. Through the noise, his acute senses detect the approach of his opponent, and a few moments later Skiprazor himself comes boiling out of the thicket. His face is stone, his demeanour resolute. There will be no hesitation... no holding back.*] [*He stops in the clearing, bringing his thoughts back into check, reminding himself that this is far from a fight to the death. That sort of mentality will do neither himself nor his adversary any good. No, this is a test of skill, a demonstration of one's technique and cunning in single combat. Neverthless, Skiprazor takes a moment to survey the clearing, peering into the various nooks, crannies and other potential hiding places, looking for any signs of an ambush or trap. Satisfied that there is no hint of foul play, he proceeds towards Leytan, stopping about ten feet away.*] "Hello again, warrior. I trust you are ready to fulfil our arrangement?" [*Without waiting for a reply, Skiprazor unshoulders his knapsack and places it against a nearby rock. He takes off his surcoat and folds it deliberately, slowly, laying it on top of his baggage. He takes a moment to complete a full turn, his arms out by his side, as if to demonstrate that he will be fighting with nothing but what he has on his person - also allaying any doubts Leytan may harbour about his own sense of fair sport.*] [*He completes his slow pirouette and turns to face Leytan once more. Skiprazor is clad in light chainmail on his torso, and his arms are unprotected save for the solid rod of steel he has bound to his left wrist. Leytan notices that his arms are covered in marks - some scars, some tribal tattoos, and other symbols he can not recognise. Skiprazor holds a silver shortsword in his left gauntlet, and his ever-present single-piece steel dagger hangs at his belt. The combination of his cropped hair, odd markings, piercing gaze and obvious ill intent make him an imposing, if hardly dominating, presence.*] "Do you wish to go over our terms once more, or are you ready now?"
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Post by Leytan on Aug 21, 2004 20:38:01 GMT
*Leytan smiled at Skiprazor.*
"We may as well go over the terms once more. As we are still waiting apon the arrival of the reffery. Who's servecise I aquired for us."
"A Messages has been sent and he should be with us shortly."
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Post by Skiprazor on Aug 23, 2004 18:28:11 GMT
"Very well - here are the terms of our arrangement as I understand them."
"One - we shall fight using whatever weapons we prefer. I have my sword and my dagger that you see here."
"Two - we shall not use potions, spells, charms or sorcerous artifacts of any kind. The only abilities we may use are our martial skills, plus any other 'gifts' we may have. You obviously know that I have a certain extra... 'aura' that I may wield in combat - I assure you this is no mere conjouring, it is the very fibre of my being. Of course, I can tell that you have a certain elemental mastery yourself; the temperature changes I experience around you are proof of that. You will of course be free to use these latent skills in combat if you wish."
"Three - disarmament does not mean the end of the duel. If a weapon is lost, the owner may attempt to retrieve it, or may continue barehanded. His opponent will not be expected to give quarter in this situation, and is free to press the advantage. And of course, a lost weapon may be used by both the owner and his opponent, if the opportunity arises."
"Four - any serious breakage of bones, knockout or other incapacitation of a combatant will declare our contest null and void. The recipient of such an injury may be treated immediately."
"Five - we have healing artifacts in our posession - the loser of the fight will be afforded all the necessary assistance immediately following the end of the battle."
"Six - the referee's decision is final."
"Seven - the first person to draw blood from any part of his opponent's anatomy will be decared the victor. Said blood may only be counted if it is drawn as the direct result of an attack. Cuts sustained in falls and scrapes against our environment do not count, nor do self-inflicted wounds such as stray blows."
"Do you have anything to add to these terms?"
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Post by Leytan on Aug 23, 2004 18:34:25 GMT
Only that the "blood" must not be some scratch but an actual, wound not a one deep enough to be fatel. but one suerficent enough to draw proper blood. I'd hate to losse over a meer scratch or scrape. As I'm sure you would."
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Aug 23, 2004 18:41:36 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from In search of weapons for sale and Mysterious letter.] *Ah Wok appears in a flash of light with his stall* "Sorry, about any inconvinece alout Ah Wok, being late, but now that Ah Wok is here, Ah Wok shall begin weffering once the mawtch is begwun." said Ah Wok as he got a fold up chair out and sat on it.
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Post by Count Marcus Brinkatore on Aug 23, 2004 20:30:11 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from Returning to Marblehead.] *Unseen by Skip, Leytan or Ah Wok, Marcus and his Goblins sneak up to the edge of the clearing and concela themselves. The Mire-Trog meen while is sumegged in one of the fords that run from The Dunnfalls and is slowly makeing its way towards the clearing that way.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Aug 24, 2004 10:07:54 GMT
"Agreed. I trust that our referee 'friend' here knows the difference between a scratch and a wound. It looks like all preparations are complete."
[*He smiles slightly as he gestures to Ah Wok, but in a moment his expression is changed, replaced instead by the pupil-less sapphire flicker of his eyes. The oppressive steel sky above finally begins to yield, quickly becoming a downpour which soaks the ground and foliage, drenching both combatants from head to foot.*]
[*Skiprazor walks out into the centre of the clearing and turns to face Leytan, who sits about twenty feet away. The blue light from his irises plays off the links of his chain vest and the thin veil of rainwater splashing off it. He raises his sword and levels it at the Atlantean, his teeth bared slightly.*]
"Are you ready?"
[*A low rumble of thunder crashes in the distance. To Leytan, his words sound like more of a warning than a question.*]
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Post by Leytan on Aug 25, 2004 20:44:47 GMT
*Leytan smiled again but this time the smile was even more sinister. This time the smile was deffinatly the same kind a crocadile gives you just before it bites your head off, and there was a deffinat trace of blood lust and the love of combat in his eyes.
*But also, and this was even more unerveing, of restraint and contorle. Leytan was obviusly focused and in complet controle of his emotions and what ever blood lust he may have.*
*Leytan stood up from the rock he had sat on, turned his back slightly to Skiprazor and removed his long black cloke. His left arm had a very deep wound runing almost the lenth on it. While his right arm was coverd in what looked like marks from a Sharks teeth.*
*Leytan Un shethed his sword. Skip could see clearly he had two daggers still on his belt and a longer more decrtoive almost cerimonial Knife tied to his left leg.*
*Leytan tuend fully to face Skiprazor.*
"I'm Ready."
*The temprature dropped again but this time instead of the userwaly few deggreys, Skiprazor sudernly felt an Icey Cold picer his body like a knife, and claw at his lungs for a minuet.*
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Ah Wok
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Post by Ah Wok on Aug 25, 2004 21:52:11 GMT
*Ah Wok raises his arm in the air*
"Weady?"
*Ah Wok glances at both men.*
"GO" said Ah Wok loudly as he brought his arm down very fast.
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Post by Leytan on Aug 25, 2004 22:02:46 GMT
*The minuet Ah Wok said go, Skiprazor again felt the Icey cold air ripping at his lungs. This time it was more intense then ever he could harldy breath. Skip tried to get a full breath in to his lungs when sudernly he caught sight of flashing steel out the corner of his eye as Leytan swung his sword at his side.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Aug 26, 2004 18:07:18 GMT
[*The swiftness of the Atlantean's attack is startling, but not altogether unexpected - Skiprazor knows better than to underestimate this particular foe. Nonethless, the bitter chill in the air numbs his reflexes for an instant, and as Leytan's blade slices through the air it is all he can do to block the blow with the flat of his own sword. Sparks fly as steel impacts on steel. For a split second, their eyes lock, twisted and inhuman, but still carrying in them a potent blend of envy, respect and bloodlust. And then in an instant the moment is gone, Skiprazor pushing Leytan's sword arm away from his own with his free hand and backing off a step, circling around the clearing.*]
[*The piercing blue sparks playing between Skiprazor's eyes have become more pronounced, which coupled with his breath crystallizing in the unnaturally cold environment gives him the air of a cornered beast. He smiles at Leytan, but it is the smile of death, and then he is upon him, his own blade whistling down towards his foe's shoulder.*]
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Post by Leytan on Aug 26, 2004 19:56:18 GMT
*Leytan sidesteped out of the way of Skiprazor's blade with speed that betreayed his inhuman reflexes.*
*Skips Sword coneted with the soft earth and embeded itself in it mometeraliy. But that was all Leytan needed.*
*One swift kick to Skiprazor's chest sent him sprawling backwards, takeing his sword with him.*
*Leytan for some resson did not press the advantage but with drew a few steps back to allow Skiprazor time to rise to his feet again.*
"I'd rather not win this with you sprawled on your back."
*He comented, although his tone of voice made it clear to Skip that the kick had been a warnning. "I can take you down to the ground if I wish to." is what Leytan had been saying.*
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Post by Skiprazor on Aug 27, 2004 17:50:04 GMT
[*Skiprazor's face contorts momentarily, part frustration, part wonderment at his opponent's sheer audacity. Still on his back, he brings his knees towards his chest and nips-up to a vertical base in one swift springing motion, sending rainwater spashing from the forest floor beneath him.*]
[*Leytan's words seem to have flicked a switch somewhere within him. He looks up from where he is standing, his eyes so volatile and flickering that it strains his adversary's vision. Bolts of blue electricity are pulsing wildly down his arms to his hands, engulfing his sword, arcing across his torso. His ragged breathing in the sub-zero chill of Leytan's presence sounds now like the hissing of a serpent about to strike. He steps forawrd into a guard stance, and in an instant has his steel dagger drawn in his left hand, his sword raised in his right. He bares his teeth at Leytan as if he was about to devour him.*]
"Don't do me any favours."
[*In a blaze of blue sparks, he races accross the clearing, sweeping off to the left of his foe.*]
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Post by Ah Wok on Aug 27, 2004 18:34:31 GMT
Ah Wok watches closely to keep an eye out for any cuts or any type of cheating.
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