Battle Royale: Knightmare

[FrightKnight]

'The Devil's Snare'. I've always fancied a good read, although there ARE better times than now. Still, a quick peek at the contents might reveal something. Maybe a magic rope to combat Hands', perhaps. Or maybe a lovely poetry collection written by Skarkill.

*FK opens the book near the group of the plotting opposition and hopes for a devastating effect*

(OOC: ...although I don't intend to actually kill anyone with this move, someone has to start the killing, right? ;D)

[ringmasterrob]

*Morgan's reflexes sense something wrong, she sees out of the corner of her eye something being opened in their general direction, she dives to the right out of range, hoping slightly her companions will take the brunt of this blow or succeed in taking out their attacker. She is perched in a high branch as the effects (whatever that might be) of the book set it.*

[OOC: Too tired to switch account for the post, it's a LMDC post obviously. Update: Just noticed the edit request and have removed the 'firing' part, sorry it took me so long to do so ]

[Kully]

[OOC: Please edit the post about 'firing', RMR - that's not what the book does. ]

*Frightknight feels a huge sucking force from the blank open pages and instinctively turns the book away from him. The nearest person, who happens to be LMDC, even though she has dived to the right she has actually dived slightly forwards too, is dragged forwards and sucked into the book. Frightknight drops the book to his feet in shock...*

[Skiprazor]

[*Frightknight, who is still rooted to the spot in awe at the effects of his sorcerous tome, is only dimly aware of a tingling presence creeping over his mettallic frame, increasing in intensity by the second.*]

[*A few metres away, shielded from the eyes of the other Opposition members by a clump of thorny thicket, Skiprazor is crouched on one knee. He has his weapon aimed squarely at Frightknight's back. He can not see where the other three are positioned - all he is aware of is a deafening rushing sound coming from the camp - but Skiprazor hopes that, as the iron warrior is a lot closer to him than Fear was the last time he tried to use this weapon, that its effect on the sentient armour will be considerably more effective. He wraps his leg and one arm around the trunk of a sapling, waiting for the weapon to activate.*]

[ladymorgan]

[OOC: She dived to the right into a high branch, note "She is perched in a high branch as the effects (whatever that might be) of the book set it" i didn't mention using the spell at all. I still fail to see how diving right into a high tree branch can make me an easier target.]

[Kully]

[OOC: I'm afraid that was not very clear - as far as your text says, she dived to the right and ended up on a branch. Either way the book has sucked her in.]

[Kully]

*Frightknight starts to feel a strange sensation...*

[FrightKnight]

Ha ha, victory! I know how easy it is to get absorbed into a good read...if only I didn't feel a bit, well, tingly...

*FK turns around to scratch his back in an attempt to remove this itch, and sees something...*

Uh oh.

*FK makes to jump clear...*

[Young Grimwold]

*Ursula and Young Grimwold continue towards the rendezvous with Hordriss. The ogre listens to Ursula's response about Dunn wildlife.*

I heard plenty of wolves whilst we were at the Forge, but I'd be pleased not to meet one. Tom was telling some of us recently about the presence of werewolves around... here.

*YG stutters to a halt, realising that he has mentioned Tom. He avoids looking at Ursula, worried that the recollection has upset her. Unsure whether to apologise or not, he is quiet for a few minutes, knowing that he will ache with guilt until he is distracted.*

[OOC: Although Tom Troughton is believed to be dead, might the fact that he is now outside the Battle Royale arena mean that his telepathic link with Ursula is somewhat restored?]

Mystical creatures? I have seen dragons and pegathors passing over Wolfenden; I doubt that the Forest is a safe place for them at the best of times. And this is the worst of times. What should we-

*YG stops for a second time as Ursula hushes him, and tenses her muscles. Something is coming. There isn't time for YG to reach for his weapon...*

*A fairly large but harmless animal patters out of some nearby undergrowth, clutching a large, knobbly piece of wood in its mouth. The wood, which appears to have been sharpened at both ends to make it more... lethal, is a burden to the creature - like an elderly scribe struggling across a room with an armful of parchments, only less purposeful. YG resists the urge to laugh - a shame, since he hasn't laughed out loud since arriving at Wolfenden.*

That stake could prove useful. More to us than to him, anyway. Shall I... retrieve it for us?

[Ursula]

*Ursula shows only a small twinge of sadness at the mention of Tom. Although he was a good friend, Ursula is still a bear at heart, thus her primary focus is the here-and-now, and survival. She shows more interest in the mention of werewolves*

"Werewolves? Really? My kind and theirs have not always got along peacefully... they are pack creatures while we are solitary. Though if there are some around here, I would like to meet them."

(OOC: Since Ursula's still inside the BR area, I'd guess the link won't work)

"I have met the Pegathors, they are well hidden, and since they are not directly involved in the game I would expect them to remain out of harm's way. I do not want to disturb them in case it draws attention to their presence."

*Tensing as she hears the creature approach, Ursula relaxes as it appears, knowing that it is harmless*

"If you think the stake will be useful to us, then retrieve it by all means. I doubt it is of much use to a creature that size."

[FrightKnight]

*In extreme danger, FK may as well spellcast, as long as there is time.*

Spellcasting: O-U-T!

[Edit: *'s for actions, please! Is a lot less confusing.]

[Young Grimwold]

*Young Grimwold restrains the animal with one hand, and takes the wood. Although the animal is not a threat, YG gives it a little of his rations, before, less encumbered, it lumbers off.*

We don't need to hunt down more food, at this stage, I hope? Not if we are part of an altogether larger hunt.

*YG holds the wooden object so that Ursula can examine it too.*

Fashioned as a weapon. I suspect that one of our fellow contestants is now bereft of his 'accessory to murder'; and that is no bad thing, whether or not we find a use for it.

*YG moves to put it in his knapsack... then reconsiders. The feel of the object is reassuring in these darkly unpredictable circumstances. He grips it, as a substitute club; and walks on a little taller.*

[Kully]

*At Frightknight's spellcasting, Skiprazor is wrenched out of the tree. His weapon is pulled from his hand and the tree is uprooted rather violently, trapping Skiprazor's foot beneath it...*

[Kully]

[RepNote: Ursula - you are right, since you are still inside the BR area you are unfortunately cut off.

Note with gripes - if you do not understand a post, or have a lengthy question, suggestion or gripe with what is going on, most of you have been civil enough to IM me outside of the thread, which is very considerate and responsible of you. Please can others take a leaf from these people's books! It clutters the thread less and open questioning of the mods and refs can sometimes appear very childish.

Short queries are, however, absolutely fine, so those of you who have asked "Is my psychic link up yet?" or "Have I still got this?" are perfectly right in doing so. Short equals to the length of araound one sentence. Thank you! ]

[Skiprazor]

[*Filled with renewed disgust at his 'weapon' and its apparrently total lack of power, Skiprazor can only watch as it lands on the ground a good few metres away, wrenched from his gloved hand by some sorcerous meddling. Even through the almost vacuous pull of the magic, he can feel a stabbing pain shoot up his leg as a large branch nearby pins his ankle to the forest floor.*]

[*He would have liked to defend himself in hand-to-hand combat, as he has learned on more than one occasion that only a fool trusts his life to a weapon - a fact ably demonstrated by the useless chunk of metal he until recently possessed. Bereft of any other means of offence, he is forced to resort to magic as he struggles against the weight that traps him. He has never cast a spell before, and his voice is ragged with pain as he utters his incantation, spitting his magic venomously at the impassive, clanking Frightknight.*]

"Spellcasting.... C. R. U. S. H!!"