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Post by Kully on Jul 14, 2004 20:13:51 GMT
[OOC: No thank you, Fear. You were told if you try and rip it off it shrinks faster. It ain't gonna happen, mate. Please edit. Shrinky shrinky!]
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Post by Lord Fear on Jul 15, 2004 18:11:27 GMT
(OOC: Has the BR finished or not because I actually now quiet confused)
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Post by Kully on Jul 15, 2004 21:44:25 GMT
[OOC: It is open for people to roleplay deaths.]
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 15, 2004 23:33:34 GMT
*As the boy jumps from his arms, YG staggers backward. He feels around his face for the weapon, and wrenches it out, drenching himself in blood and eye-jelly. While this may not be a fatal injury in itself, the shock to the ogre's malnourished system certainly is. In more ways than one, he sees red. He wants to tear the boy's little frame apart, roaring as he does so; but he won't. He strived not to live like that, and he won't die like that.
YG can hear Lord Fear saying something, and glimpses him moving across the clearing towards YG's knapsacks, but can't quite work out what he's doing. Forcing himself to turn away from the boy, he sees what he thinks is Hordriss, and stumbles towards him; but he collapses after a few steps. He reaches for his knapsacks, in the hope of getting hold of a potion, but remembers that he's not wearing them now. His mind is unable to focus. Before he goes, he murmurs,*
My pain, your pleasure.
*The rest is silence.*
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Post by Hordriss de Confuseur on Jul 15, 2004 23:41:13 GMT
*Hordriss is startled by Lord Fear's words and actions, and feels something he has not felt for some time: wonderment.*
Fear, this battle has indeed been the most extreme of situations, if it has taught even you the value of sacrifice. One cannot help but admire this.
*Hordriss feels nearer to the answers to questions that a lifetime of inquiry and contemplation have hitherto never come close to addressing, questions of the soul; but he knows he cannot ponder such matters now.
When the goings-on between the ogre and the boy are over, Hordriss stares at YG's lifeless form for longer than he should. His emotions threaten to engulf him; but he regains his focus. He feels his body weakening, either through the necklace or through his injuries or both, and knows that his time is short. Much as it pains him, he looks toward the boy.*
One feels obligated to warn you, young man...
*Hordriss finds his longsword...*
...that although one can forgive the elderly their megalomania and eccentricities...
*Summoning up his strength, he raises the sword with both hands...*
...one has a history of impatience with children.
*And with that, Hordriss runs at the boy, and wincing with the exertion, swings the blade toward him...
...Seconds later, Hordriss lies motionless in the Forest of Dunn.*
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Post by Lord Fear on Jul 16, 2004 16:54:05 GMT
*Lord Fear pulls the dagger out of himself and sees the blood on the blade*
"Well, I can say this isn't what I intended." said Lord Fear smirking as he falls back so he lies on the ground and sees Hordriss's limp body.
"That pompous old fool" said Lord Fear as he died, not knowing that he was going to return to where he was before the events that took place.
(OOC: Should I wait for the Old One to gloat or should I go back to where I was before the Battle Royale started?)
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The Boy
Traveller
Help Me!
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Post by The Boy on Jul 21, 2004 16:53:48 GMT
*Rain begins to fall in the forest. It is not a downpour like one would expect from the increasingly ominous sky overhead - merely a fine mist that cloaks the foliage, the rockface and the earthy floor in a veneer of moisture. A low rumble of thunder echoes from somewhere past the island limits, accompanied by a brief flash as lightning begins to play between the steel clouds and the churning ocean. Only one more sound makes itself distinct over the pitter-patter of rain. The sound is that of breathing.*
...those....sillies.
Not how you s'posed to play...
...nngh.
*The Boy still crouches on his rocky perch, watching with dismay as the bad man with the shiny head and the white-haired granpa fade and flicker into the ether. Soon, he is alone by himself in the combat zone.*
All gone...whee...ee...
*He tries to stand up, but can't, remaining squatted like a statue on top of the rock. The film of rain that penetrates the canopy fails to mask a different, more sinister dripping sound echoing in his ears. The forest, in all its shades of green and brown, now looks but red to the child. He becomes aware of the moisture on his face - its course thicker, warmer and more gelatinous than mere cloudburst. A dull pain throbs in his head and face. His gaze wanders from the spot where Fear had fallen to the ground directly in front of him, and from there to the huge piece of steel embedded in his skull.*
...wh...who wins?
*He reaches his hand up to his face, and feels what is left of his eyeball nestling on his crimson cheek, and jerks his hand away. The blow has cloven his head nearly in two, through sinew and bone to the soft matter of his cranial cavity, cracking his skeletal plates to dust and reducing much of his brain to a grey-red pulp. A blow that would have felled an ox, or any mortal - yet it leaves him merely with a stupefied gaze of confusion and wonder on what remains of his face. He tries to get to his feet again, and this time succeeds, the longsword hilt swinging slightly before his gaze. Blood pours from his skull, his eyes, his nose, ears, mouth, escaping from every orifice. He looks slowly around the silent forest, whispering to himself through his shattered teeth.*
I wonder what the Old Man will say...
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 22, 2004 14:51:23 GMT
[OOC ModNote: This thread is not yet finished and is now 'on pause' until the Old One posts again; but since that may not happen for a while, the final contestants (Young Grimwold, Lord Fear, Hordriss) may post their 'reappearance threads' as the other contestants did when they left KMBR, so that they can continue roleplaying during the wait. This is a decision agreed jointly by the Moderators. Please understand that those reappearance posts and the ones that follow from YG/Hordriss/LF, may need editing at a later date, in response to what the Old One says and how KMBR actually ends.
In the meantime, a suspenseful hiatus. Was Hordriss dead before Lord Fear died? What does the Old One finally have in store?]
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Post by Kully on Aug 29, 2004 15:49:02 GMT
*A thin line of blood runs from the corner of Lord Fear's mouth and he splutters, spraying red dust over the soil. He realises what it is to feel true pain*
Contestant #4, Lord Fear, dead, 3 to go.
*With mixed feelings of pain, triumph, sorrow and betrayal, Young Grimwold blinks his one good and smiles half-heartedly. He never killed, really...he was still pure. He would go back to the earth pure...*
Contestant #3, Young Grimwold, dead, 2 to go.
*Hordriss blacks out before he sees the full extent of his swing. All he knew was that he would not be fooled by some insolent child...this was the last time...*
Contestant #1, Hordriss de Confuser, dead, 1 to go.
* * * * * * * * *
*The Boy stares at the bodies and then shakes himself. There is more to come. The test was over.*
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The Boy
Traveller
Help Me!
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Post by The Boy on Aug 29, 2004 16:39:45 GMT
*The boy's eyes cloud over. They mist and swirl from the crimson of his lifeblood through sickly purple to jet black. His pupils and irises disappear, rolling hideously up into what is left of his eyesockets. He twitches once, and the sword in his skull wobbles macabrely. Another twitch, then another, til he is convulsing like a demented puppet, fluids escaping from his cranial cavity in sickening spurts and bubbles. Eventually, the longsword is dislodged by the force of his throes, sliding slowly through his skull plates and slipping to the dirt, slicked to the hilt in blood and tissue.*
*Still jerking wildly, the child tiptoes a few steps, stumbles back, then to the side, legs crossing, sprawling into the mud face down. His convusion ceases abruptly, and all is silent. A second later, it begins with renewed horror, his back arching as if something was boring holes through him. He scuffles agains the dirt, pushing further into the ground, as hhis cloth shirt begins to tear from his neck to the base of his spine. Grotesque protrusions sprout up from his back, one either side of his spinal column and sveral more in a uniform line down to his pelvis, pulasting, growing and twisting.*
*And then, like the fabric of his clothing, the child's bare flesh is ripped asunder, red mist spewing up from his twitching form as two massive ebony gauntlets contort from inside him. The boy's limbs and torso simply evaporate from the force, pieces of bone and entrails sent flying. Something is climbing out of his corpse, a humaniod yet utterly alien form growing with every second, growing bigger and taller, more demonic and terrifying with each disintegrating part of the child's anatomy. Soft young skin gives way to a sinewed, spine-covered carapace, and after several more violent, ripping twitches the thing is out and fully upright, a far-flung pool of red meat all that remains of the child's carcass.*
*The light in the clearing is sucked dry by the fiend's presence, at once gaseous, muscular and liquefying. Two giant, sloping eyes hiss with light as bright as the sun, but with corpse-cold malice. The thing ponders the recent events of its own little distraction - of its own Battle Royale...*
Fools.
The Confuser was the last one to fall. He will be rewarded. The others receive nothing.
*A chilling shroud of darkness falls in an instant over the land, leaving just the demonic ice of the Higher Power's eyes boiling in the blackness.*
*Forever watching. Forever waiting. Forever evil.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Sept 2, 2004 14:57:32 GMT
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Post by Kully on Oct 11, 2004 11:43:40 GMT
*They get no briefing...he has strangely disappeared, and no more appears to be said about the Battle. No mention in the village of a reward, of death, of Higher Forces...
For now.*
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