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Post by Kully on May 21, 2004 17:23:17 GMT
*a huge hammer crashes to the ground closeby. Frightknight has less than a second before he turns and sees the weapon coming towards him. It cracks him over the head with such force that those nearby wince...
Frightknight falls to the ground, a thin line of blood trickling from his temple.*
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Post by FrightKnight on May 21, 2004 21:38:42 GMT
*Despite the armour that FK wears, the blow causes a massive dent to the skull, and FK sees the world becoming more blurred, tinged with red, then a premature and probably permament night falls.*
*FK slumps to the ground, lastly thinking "I'll have a headache come the morning..."*
*FK's knapsack splits open upon FK's fall to the ground, and a potion slips out (OOC: Assuming this is alright, FK is well and truly out of the game now, barring a magnificent recovery, and I don't want the remaining item to go unused...) with the word 'LEAK' inscribed on it.*
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Post by Kully on May 21, 2004 21:46:17 GMT
Contestant #8, Frightknight, dead. 8 to go.
[OOC: I'm reassured that the members involved in this have a fair analysis, as Frightknight has just shown. I was going to see if there was any chance of healing, though this was slim, but Frightknight does appear now to be out of the game. Battle on, Chaps!]
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Post by Kully on May 21, 2004 21:52:15 GMT
*With a splitting headache, Frightknight opens his eyes and, as Tom was, is lying in the middle of the circle they first encountered. The Old Man is bending over him* Old Man: Oh, honestly! I was hoping you would be in the mix. Nevertheless, you tried and caused quite a ruckus out there...right. Time for you to go back. Grief! This was so much more exciting as Kitano... *Frightknight hears just before he is whisked away and finds himself standing in the marketplace. He remembers the battle as it happened, his head throbbing and mulling over the possible winners* |
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Post by Lord Fear on May 22, 2004 8:14:15 GMT
"Another one bites the dust" said Lord Fear pleased. "and it happened to be my former body guard"
"It's not like I miss him"
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Post by ladymorgan on May 22, 2004 13:32:06 GMT
[OOC: what is happening to my character? no particular conclusion has been written! I need to know]
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Post by Kully on May 22, 2004 15:08:08 GMT
[OOC: She's stuck inside the book. If your character is dead, you will know by the BR scorecards put up: i.e. contestant #x, ****** ******** dead, x to go. Otherwise assume they are still alive and work out what has happened by the previous actions, such as whether they are still moving, unconsious, immobilised, etc.]
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Post by Kully on May 22, 2004 15:10:15 GMT
*In a clearing, Frightknight's book lies under a tree root, it's thick leather cover stopping it from being blown open by any breeze. Lord Fear has also not noticed that his weapon is missing, and doesn't know who took it*
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Skiprazor
New Settler
See Skiprazor's Character Profile for details of his adventures to date.
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Post by Skiprazor on May 22, 2004 16:10:03 GMT
[*Even Skiprazor can not fail to be slightly disturbed by the sickening crack of steel on skull that echoed through the thicket just moments ago. Although Frightknight would have no doubt struck first given the chance, it still seems something of a shame that they were not able to embrace each other in mortal combat - even without his trademark blade, he would no doubt have been a worthy adversary. But still, a kill is a kill, and Skiprazor is simply elated to have got his name on this most grim of scoreboards, regardless of the means.*]
[*The immediate danger now subsided, Skiprazor clenches his teeth and wrenches his leg from beneath the branch, wracked with pain. Upon inspection of his ankle, he sees a deep gash oozing claret onto the leaves of the forest floor, and he can only surmise by the agonizing throb that there has been some damage beneath the surface. Merely walking has become a source of major discomfort, and his ability to kick, run, jump and climb has been diminished considerably. Ruefully, he limps over to where his weapon has fallen and, as if convinced that it will at some stage finally prove useful, places it back in his knapsack.*]
[*Despite his run of bad luck, Skiprazor has made the best of the bad hand dealt to him, and as he picks up the potion that lies next to the dark stain where Frightknight used to be, he feels a rush of adrenaline. He will make the rest of his adversaries curse the day they ever heard his name uttered in this realm.*]
[*He stops and listens, as he can hear someone muttering from beyond the thicket, past where Frightknight had fallen. Although the words are unintelligible from this distance, the tone is one of pure gloating contempt. Skiprazor's mouth curls into a snarl as he realises who it must be.*]
[*Fear is nearby.*]
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Post by Lord Fear on May 22, 2004 18:22:48 GMT
"Hands, I hope you have your 'Magic Rope' with you because you'll be needing it soon Hands." said Lord Fear standing up.
"When I find out who took my weapon, I will send them to the Sewers of Goth, when I find out who they are" said Lord Fear not telling anyone that he's a bit powerless.
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Post by Sylvester Hands on May 22, 2004 20:23:51 GMT
Me rope? That old man must've taken it - me catapault as well!
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Post by Lord Fear on May 22, 2004 20:38:21 GMT
"Hands remind me to kill that old fool next time I see him" said Lord Fear not in a very happy mood.
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Skiprazor
New Settler
See Skiprazor's Character Profile for details of his adventures to date.
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Post by Skiprazor on May 22, 2004 21:14:27 GMT
[*Two-to-one is pretty long odds in this most bizzarre of battles, and Skiprazor's injury means that he has suffered a reduction in mobility. Even though nether Hands or Fear are combat veterans in the traditional sense, it is impossible to tell what horrors they may conceal about themselves to use as weapons. Crouching down a short distance away from the Opposition, Skiprazor takes out the potion bottle dropped by the late Frightknight and uncorks it. Unlike his own previously-consumed Stealth potion, the label on this bottle gives very little indication as to its effect.*]
[*Steeling his nerves, Skiprazor opens his mouth and drains the Leak potion bottle. Placing it in his knapsack alongside the other empty vial, he gets to his feet as the concoction begins to work its sorcerous effects.*]
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Post by Kully on May 22, 2004 23:21:34 GMT
*Skiprazor feels his nose running. He wipes it on the back of his hand and stares at it in horror. It is covered in blood!
His eyes start to water and frantically hes rubs his fingers at them - blood is running from his eyes...
His mouth hangs open slightly in horror, but he realises soon after what a terrible mistake this was - blood starts to pour out of his mouth like vomit...in fact, the life fluid seems to be leaving his body in every way possible!
Skiprazor starts to feel woozy, sways and falls to his knees...if he doesn't do something soon he will die from blood loss, but what can anyone do in this situation? The only ones nearby are the ones that would kill him...
Skiprazor falls face down on the ground and laughs ironically to himself. He made the first kill...and now through a silly blunder put himself out of the game. HE wasn't supposed to drink the potion...he was meant to give it to someone else...*
*black*
Contestant #9, Skiprazor, dead. 7 to go.
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Post by Kully on May 22, 2004 23:25:26 GMT
*Skiprazor is still feeling woozy when he wakes up in the circle. He kicks himself mentally when he remembers what happened.* Old Man: Ridiculous! Didn't a name like 'Leak' suggest a drainage of some sort? You're lucky it wasn't your soul! Oh dear - I was hoping you would be in the last few too. Oh well, can't account for blunders, I suppose... *Skiprazor finds himself standing by Dunnfalls before he can retort. Angry with himself, he reflects on the battle.* |
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