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 Post subject: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:42 pm 
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Okay Welcome to the dangerous world of Darkness Incarnate. First, a few rules:

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-Battles are fought in turns, you post after a response.
-Fighting happens in "real time"; meaning you can, if you wish, go back in time a little to describe actions and things you do before any attack the opposition lands (within reasonability)
-Be as descriptive as you can. More information makes for better battles.
-Do not ever control your opponent's character (or pets) in any way.
-Characters are, typically, allowed two actions per post: One defensive action and one offensive action. Regardless of whether you were attacked or not, you may only attack once per post.
-You can only use 1 special/spell per turn (you can use multiple skills per turn, but only 1 special per turn). Specials that have an effect on your opponent count as your one offensive action.
-Try to be fair in both your attacks as well as your dodges. Getting hit every now and then is not the end of the world, and deepens your character. (And makes battles more interesting)
-A minimum of 2 paragraphs (though more are desirable!)
-No "unblockable" attacks. There's always something, somewhere that can happen.
-Be creative, use the world around you to your advantage!
-Use a spell checker, or a program that helps with punctuation. It can't hurt...and can generally help your posts become more readable.
-Have fun!!! Battles are supposed to be enjoyable. If you don't like it, something is wrong.


Okay let’s get this thing started.

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Dark swirling storm clouds swept in over the horizon just as the sun started its slow retreat, causing a premature darkness that warned everyone of the fierce storm that was about to arrive. A shiver ran up Boreas spine as a particularly cold gust of wind blew against him, forcing the small, brown haired duellist to look back at the approaching storm, looking for something that he hoped he wouldn’t see.

And sure enough Boreas saw it. The storm clouds had a faint green tinge to them that could only just be seen in the failing sunlight, yet it was enough to confirm the duellist’s fears. Chilling winds and green clouds meant that hail was on its way, and Boreas was still walking upon open roads. Picking up the pace, Boreas began running down the road in hopes of reaching the next town before the ice began plummeting.

It was a quarter of an hour later when Boreas finally entered a nameless little town, running at full sprint now. The looming clouds had overtaking him minutes ago, just waiting to burst open and spray their loads of ice and rain down upon the land. Boreas looked around in shock and realised that every window was shuttered and every door was closed, preventing the duellist from easily reaching safety. In desperation he bolted up to the largest building, slamming his fists upon the door, trying to reach anyone inside.

It was unfortunate that at that moment the rain had began its downpour, dumping gallons of water upon the roof of the house in a deafening chorus of bangs and dings. Looking around in despair, Boreas spotted a sheltered looking alleyway that was his best hope to escaping the impending hail.

Bolting through the rain and slipping every now and again, Boreas finally made it to the relative safety of the alleyway. Overhanging roofs stopped the worse of the rainfall, and so the Duellist leaned against the cold stone walls with a sigh. Exhausted from his retreat, Boreas slid down the walls until he was sitting on the damp ground.

It was at that moment that the storm decided to let out its first bolt of lightning. The thunder could be heard even over the deafening rain and it made every living person in that town jump. Most jumped for shock or fright, yet Boreas jumped because the lightning appeared to be reaching for him, reaching for the unnatural side of his heritage that was kindred to the storms and speaking to that side.

It spoke only two words, “Train Him” and Boreas realised that it was his outer worldly mother sending him a message. Looking around in surprise, Boreas also realised that he wasn’t alone in this damp, dark alleyway.

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Okay time for your introduction. I thought this setting would suit you most, but you can get to the alleyway any way you want.

Also once you posted your character sheet into the members section you should put a link to that page in your signature. Use this code: {url=http://www.maganicwars.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=13741} The Drifting Samurai {/url}

Just relplace the { } with [ ] and the bold url with the one copied from your character sheet.

And finally, Pm me with any questions. And if you have Messanger you can add me on Cooldragon949@hotmail.com and i will introduce you to some DI people.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Sat Jul 17, 2010 6:25 am 
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Ever seen a cat that just got submerged in water? How they look kinda pathetic and pissed at the world in general? That's how the drifter looked right now. His matted hair was plastered to his face and his clothes were soaked. His bare feet were muddy as well as the bottom edge of his pants. He looked as homeless as he was.

The weather was decidedly unpleasant. The drifter was broke as any officially dead man had a right to be. And inns were generally staffed well enough that he couldn't pay for his stay by working and the paid workers tend to get miffed when they don't have any work. So, he was stuck outside when the storm struck and he had to scamper off into a nearby alley. The overhangs from near by buildings blocked the worst of the storm and there were a couple empty crates around to sit on to keep off the ground and out of the run off that ran between the cobble stones.

He was starting to doze off as the storm wore on. It wasn't going to end soon and there wasn't anyone around. But like always, his sleep was filled with visions of the monster who turned the drifter into what he is. And so he drifted in and out of consciousness, his awareness of his surroundings nearly non-existent except for the acknowledgment that it was cold and wet out. So when a new straggler sprinted into the alley, the drifter didn't even stir. The splash from the puddle was just a little more water in a place filled with a whole lot more.

The crack of thunder that followed the newcomer, on the other hand, did wake the drifter. Coming awake in an instant, the drifter tightened his grip on his staff, his vision still filled with the sight of his family's bloody massacre. Coming back from the past, he glanced around the alley. It was still pouring beyond the overhangs and it was still miserable in the alley. Except now it was also occupied by a man who looked just as miserable from the weather. And upon seeing his new company, the drifter realized he was using the only two crates to lounge on that weren't broken or shattered. And his spot was the driest spot available. Not that it was actually that dry. It was easily big enough to fit two people but he wasn't in much of a mood for moving and giving up one of the few things that separated him from the cold, wet cobble stones.

Keeping his head down, the drifter watched the newcomer out of the corner of his eye. He didn't want any trouble but it didn't hurt to be ready for it. The priest at the Church of War always told stories of people who went around trying to kill each other for fame and fortune. The priests may embellish a few details here and there but the never lied about anything regarding the sacred rites of Battle.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 7:17 am 
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Great opening post. I don’t think this TB will take long at all. You introduced your character extremely well, and even gave a good opening for a real battle.

When you first see the other person’s character, don’t be afraid to use their character sheets to fine in depth (usually) descriptions of their appearance. By the way, what colour eyes does your drifter have?


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His dark green eyes stared intently at the stranger who was about to become his new pupil. Shadows covered ever visible surface, so it was hard to get a clear picture of the man that lounged before him. Boreas could tell that his hair was thick with grease and one of the lighter shades of colour, most probably blonde. His shirt too was a light shade, yet his denim jeans a darker, bluish shade. His face was downcast, yet his eyes could be seen sizing up the duellist just as intently as Boreas was.

Several thoughts drifted through the mind of the duellist, mostly centred on how to properly train and assess what looked to be some kind of homeless drifter. Normally he would just go right up to his pupil’s and say ‘I’m going to train you, because the powers that be told me too’ but that was usually prelude by some kind of miraculous transportation to his pupil’s locations, filled with glowing slights and fancy noises. Just walking in out of the storm is not likely to convince anyone that you were sent by some mystic force, so what could he do?

Then it came to him. The drifter was resting upon the only dry, raised surface there was in this gloomy little alleyway. He could just try and force the man off it, taking his measure in the fight that was sure to follow his actions. If the drifter thought that this was a real fight, then Boreas would get his measure far more clearly then if the drifter knew this was a test.

With his mind decided, Boreas pushed himself off the wall and strutted, badly, up to the drifter. He was trying to act very intimidating and offensive, but his slight nature and overacting worked very badly against him. Not that he noticed, as he was solely focused on playing his role.

“Oi you!” he spat out at the drifter when he decided he was close enough. “You’re in my spot!” And then, just to empathise that he meant business, Boreas pushed his drenched shirt to the side and clearly revealed the hilt of his sword. While his acting was fake and overdone, the unspoken threat was sure to get across to the drifter and would hopefully start off this surprise test.

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Alright, your turn. React however you see fit.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 9:38 pm 
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(Green eyes)

"Oi you! You're in my spot!"

Gods how the drifter hated these blustery types. To be fair, the drifter was wearing basically just rags and looked pretty much homeless. But he had a six foot long iron staff. Shouldn't that at least be a deterrent to people demanding he do stuff and showing off a sword thinking that he would be cowed into doing what ever they said? It wasn't the first time someone had done this and it wouldn't likely be the last time someone did something like this. Letting out a sigh, the drifter considered his options.

He really didn't want to give up his spot but the man clearly thought he deserved it more. And judging by how he was showing off that sword hilt, the drifter didn't think the man would stop telling him to do stuff if he just gave up his spot. So he decided that he needed to take the first action. He really didn't want to hurt the man too badly but he wasn't likely to walk off to a different alley after a few fancy staff tricks. And most of his staff moves required that he actually stand up, something he didn't want to do and it would look like he was giving in to the newcomer. Taking his feet off of the box they rested on, he slipped the toe of his right foot under it.

"Fine, you can have this."

With a snap of his knee and ankle, the drifter sent the head sized crate skittering and bouncing across the cobblestones. The crate was more or less aimed at the stranger's shins. A solid strike might leave a light bruise on them but it wasn't hardly crippling in any way. It was more of a distraction to give time for the drifter to get to his feet and show that he wasn't just going to give in to demands. Using his back to push off the wall behind him, the drifter brought his right foot back down to drop into his fighting stance. His stance was slightly casual for now. He was in a slight squat, right foot forward and left foot back. His chest was facing directly at his opponent and his staff was held at waist height with his left hand against his hip and his right hand holding the staff pointed in a flat line at the other man. In the back of his mind, he actually hoped that the man would see the error of his way and decide to just walk off.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:07 am 
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Great opening move. try a full attack in your next post, and i will attack you in the post after that, and once i have seen you take a hit you should be fine to pass with flying colours.
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‘It Worked!’ Boreas thought to himself as his mind automatically slipped into reaction mode. The biggest benefit of having a one track simple mind was how easily it could respond to something it was accustom too dealing with, and because he was a duellist Boreas pretty much lived to do battle.

Not that this move took much effort to stop. Boreas simply raised his right foot and blocked it with the soul of his shoes while twisting his left foot to provide more support. Then the duellist stepped over the crate and sat down, still so caught up in his over acting that he thought he had done what he wanted too.

He sat there blissfully for several long minutes, just starring at the drifter who now appeared to be holding some kind of big iron pole. No thoughts drifted through his mind as he sat, and it would have stayed this way if that thunder storm hadn’t released another one of those earth shattering lightning bolts. The sudden, intense noise shocked the duellist enough to make him jump into a standing position and draw his sword.

It was strange, but Boreas could almost hear a kind of reproach in the ringing of the thunder. It wasn’t one that would be audible to anyone without his strange heritage, but then Boreas could only just make it out himself. What it did do, however, was kick his mind back into gear and drove it towards what he had been sent here to do.

Looking back towards the drifter, Boreas gave the thick metal shaft he was wielding a quick, assessing glance and realised that this was going to be harder than he had thought. The duellist was ill equipped to deal with such a weapon, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying. Firstly, he had to relight the spark of this confrontation. So, of course, he turned back to his incredibly bad acting skills.

“I don’t like your attitude.” Boreas spat back at the drifter, resuming his strutting walk towards his foe. His rapier was held loosely by his side, yet he was ready to bring it into the fight at a moment’s notice. All he was waiting to for was for this drifter to start the fight; however this two was a test. A hesitation now would provide insight into just what kind of character this drifter had, and would weigh heavily in the mind of the duellist.

See Boreas was a person who loved battle, yet would not start one without reason. And he would never take it past a certain level, as he had his morals so deeply ingrained in his mind that he never even thought to question them. But then, that’s what’s happens when you are raised properly.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:34 am 
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Well, the crate only did part of what it was intended for, but even the best laid plans of mice and men fail in conflict. And the drifter was grateful for that because he didn't actually want to hurt the guy just for wanting to be dry. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to fight the new comer. He was pretty sure any big conflict had been avoided as soon as the man sat down but he wasn't to hopeful. And sure enough, as soon as the next peal of thunder ripped through the air, the man jumped back up and pulled out his sword. And the swagger was back.

Deep in his mind, the drifter sighed a little. He had been hoping for a peaceful solution but that seemed highly unlikely now. With the man's thin blade hanging loosely at his side, the drifter indeed seemed to be in for a fight. Between the time the man sat down and the next peal of thunder, the drifter had actually started to lower the tip of his staff and think about exiting the back of the alley in search of another dry spot. But at the crack of thunder, the tip of his staff snapped back up at the same time the man jumped. And now that the new comer's sword was out, the drifter started to size up what was more than likely going to become his opponent.

The man's clothes were quite plain, similar to the drifter's but finer. He didn't appear to be wearing any armor but the drifter was proof that looks didn't matter. His sword was thin and the reach of it wasn't nearly what the drifter had with his iron staff. But it would be a lot quicker as well. So the drifter had to keep his distance and try to discourage the man from following through on any plans involving violence and the drifter.

The man started strutting closer, closing the gap that the drifter wanted to keep open. He wasn't moving too quickly so it gave the drifter a second or two to think. The man obviously didn't want to make a first move and the drifter certainly didn't want to either. Which left them with a bit of a conundrum. In an instant, the drifter decided to take the fight into his own hands. If he controlled the flow of the fight, he could try and keep any one from being seriously hurt.

Judging the distance with an expert eye from years of using his staff, the drifter waited until the man was about six feet away before he struck. [Dr. Speed or: How I Learned to Stop Hitting So Hard and Move Faster] In the blink of an eye, the end of his staff shot forward. At the same time, his right hand raised up a little so that the strike was dead level and center. [Zero Angle (2x left)] The blunt end of the staff was aimed directly into a point just a couple fingers width beneath the bottom of his opponents sternum. The drifter also shifted his weight forward as he pushed with his right hand and let the staff slide through his left.

There was still about a foot of staff behind his right hand but the added distance of his right arm going forward made up for that. The strike was intended to knock the wind from his opponent and leave him incapable of following in chase. On the other hand, the attack wasn't designed to work if there was armor in the way but the drifter was willing to take that chance. The five feet of iron between them was enough space to recover if the blow just slide off some sort of hidden armor.

Completing the strike, the drifter pulled his staff back into his starting position and took a shuffle step backwards. It was only about a foot more space but it also put him closer to the exit behind him. Even if this attack didn't do anything, a few more like it and he would be close enough that he could feel relatively safe turning his back on his opponent and making a dash for it.

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 3:19 am 
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Conflict could be seen on the face of the drifter as Boreas swaggered closer, and it was exactly what the young duellist had been looking for. He could tell with uncommon insight, well, uncommon for him, that this drifter was a fellow who hesitated to take a life, and that was a rare character trait in this dangerous land.

It was also clear that this was a man how wouldn’t be pushed around, and who knew how to use that tricky little staff of his. Unfortunately, he didn’t realise that using a thrusting move against a duellist wasn’t the smartest idea. The straight path of the staff meant that Boreas just had pivot on his left leg while pushing his free left hand against the staff and the danger was neatly avoided.

It was then that Boreas decided to be a little sneaky, just to show his pupil the kind of underhand moves that many people use in this dark and dangerous world. After his left hand had pushed away the drifter’s staff, it swung around to point directly at the drifter’s chest. His two middle fingers were bent downwards, wedged into a little hoop disguised as a simple woven bracelet, which pulled up as his palm opened and his hand bent backwards.

A single metallic click and a rubber snap, barely audible over the pouring rain, sounded out from the duellist left arm as a sharp throwing knife was propelled out of his sleeve at dangerous speeds. The knife launcher that was conveniently hidden beneath the long baggy sleaves of his shirt released his throwing knives at the force of a small crossbow, and its easy firing mechanism made it a deadly weapon in close quarters. Hopefully the Drifter’s ribcage should provide some protect if Boreas happened to score a direct hit, as he really didn’t want to kill his pupil on the first attack.

Pulling his left arm back, Boreas watched with curious eyes as he waited to see just how this drifter would react to such a surprise attack. He had the suspicion that this was one person who didn’t need much training at all.

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Alright, your writing is the best I have seen for any new writer on this sight, so I doubt we will need more than one more post. You just need to prove that you can dodge/take a hit fairly, so let’s see how you fair with this rather dangerous attack.

And remember, you never have to go to extremes when dealing with an attack. You can dodge it slightly and still take the damage if you want, just make sure to be fair and take hits every now and again.

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PostPosted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 6:39 am 
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(I blame the writing on the fact that I am using Tengu's 32" monitor since my laptop got a little warm. And by a little warm, I mean some solder melted around the CPU and made a few extra connections. Posts the lengths of yours, which I'm sure is plenty good since you're a trainer and have full paragraphs, look really dinky on his screen. So I feel I have to compensate.)

The drifter hadn't even felt any resistance to his attack. The man had very neatly turned his body and the thrust was no longer lined up with the now slimmer profile. The iron shaft slid harmlessly past his aggressor and the only thing it touched was the man's hand as he kept the staff away from his body. The man obviously had quite a bit of experience, at least with such basic attacks. The drifter's next move was going to be a lot fancier or wider ranging to avoid having his attack dodged in such a simple, and quite frankly embarrassing, manner. And he only needed one or two more until he could get away, if everything worked out.

As he shuffled back from his attack and reset for his next move, the drifted eyed his opponent, expecting an attack in return for his opener. What he saw wasn't quite what he expected. The stranger just pointed his arm and flicked his wrist. His loose sleeve ruffled like it was standing in a strong breeze but the drifter couldn't even feel the slight breeze in the alley. What the drifter's eyes barely caught was the dark shape flicking out from the sleeve. Before he had time to come up with a proper reaction to the attack, the mysterious object was on him.

Before the drifter could even formulate how he would react to a ranged assault, the dark object struck him. It was a good thing that the man hadn't pushed forward with an assault before launching the object. The drifter had left his body loose and at ease so that he could shift into any defense that he needed. That in itself ended up being an almost right defense for what happened. What ever shot out of the stranger's sleeve struck the drifter just above the bottom of his ribcage on the left side. His loosened body just went with it. He twisted his torso on impact, going with the flow of the projectile. He twisted his chest to his left and gritted his teeth. The leather armor under his shirt absorbed a lot of the blow but the knife did manage to penetrate beneath it. He could feel the tip of the blade just scratch the top of his rib. It wasn't mortal by an shot but it hurt like a bitch.

He twisted to his left as the point dug into his chest. The twist let the back end of the knife swing to the side instead of adding its weight to the blow. The point of the blade scrapped along one of his ribs. It wasn't a huge gash or a puncture wound but it felt like fire. The pain was bearable but gods did it burn. Continuing with the twist, the drifter turned with the blade. It left his back open to his opponent but he was a good distance away from him and it wasn't likely another projectile would follow the one that struck. As his mind filled with the burning fire of his wound, he tried to keep his mind open for a way to get away from this encounter.

As the drifter twisted away from the impact, he noticed a rotting crate sitting along the edge of the alley. He hadn't really though about it before because the wooden slats of the crate were obviously rotting and not very structurally sound. It was also filled with heads of lettuce in varying stages of rot. It wasn't a pretty sight but it was quite common for alleys that went past restaurants. And his staff would pass only a few inches from it on his current turn. Pushing his staff out just far enough, the drifter hooked the rotting crate on his staff. [Oops, did you need that bone is one piece?]

With as much power as he could manage, the drifter scooped the crate off the alley floor. Completing his turn, the drifter popped his left hand to his hip and pushed his right hand out as fast as he could. The end of his staff had slipped nicely between a couple of spaced slats on the crate. The pop he gave to his staff sent a splay of rotted wood and vegetables down the alley. The box was so rotted that it started coming apart before the whole thing left the end of his staff. The spray of rotting vegetables and wood covered a lot of the alley way. It didn't cover the very edges but that wasn't where the stranger was standing.

Following through on the turning swing as far as the drifter could, he pulled his staff in tight and tried to hold his staff at ready. The pain from the knife flared and he crumpled in, his right shoulder moving in to protect his ribs. He let his right hand let go of the staff and fall back to the object protruding from his chest. Grabbing the hilt, the drifter stumbled a step or two towards the back exit of the alley. As he did so, he pulled knife from his chest. Dropping the knife into a muddy puddle, the drifter stumbled away from his opponent. His defensive reflex left him at the back entrance to the alley.

The best thing the drifter could do is just continue his exit from the alley. He had plenty of distance from his opponent and he was already turning again toward the direction he intended to go. Going with the flow, the drifter stumbled a few more steps until he was past the threshold of the alley. Setting his staff with his right hand, the drifter pushed off of it, going to his right. A few quick steps brought him away from the view of his opposing state. He kept a view of the alley exit as he jogged away. His right hand was kept against his side to keep blood flow to a minimum and the pain down until he could find some where else safe to stay until the rain stopped. He was less than a half dozen steps from where the whole fiasco took place before he couldn't see the alley exit. At that point, he felt safe enough to take his eyes off the alley and concentrate on finding somewhere else to stay relatively dry.

(This ending is hoping on the fact that this is the end of my training.)

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 Post subject: Re: A Damp Dark Alleyway (Nine's TB)
PostPosted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 10:52 pm 
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Indeed it is. That last move was brillant, and you took that hit really well. Doing little things to reduce the pain like you did is always good in battle, so keep on it. Anyway, i declare this a Pass, which sticks unless a mod comes along and says otherwise. Also, later today i will add an ending to this from Boreas' point of view.

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