Tournament 1

[Darth Meeb]

Stats:

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Primary Skill:  Two-Handed

Secondary Skills:
Light Armor
Block
Archery
Sneak

Health:  150
Stamina:  110
Magicka:  100 (doesn't use magic)

[mikos]

I need some pictures of that, for proof (and so I can see what perks you have) Since you use 2 handed, depending on Geel's block and attack rating, you may make the first move. Moves can be complex(slash which arches over opponents weapon only to sweep backwards and smite the opponent's face, then plunge into their kidney), or simple (slash)

[Darth Meeb]

I had two links up there, they were broken. Should be fixed now. The perks I have are as follows

More damage with 2handers
More damaged blocked
30% less stamina with powerattacks for two handed weapons
more protection from light armor

[mikos]

Perfect, once Geel posts his, we may begin

[Geel-Kajin]

I'm ready to go >

Major skill: Archery

Secondary skills: Smithing
Enchanting
Sneak
Heavy armor

[mikos]

Geel attacks first, please describe your action in as much detail as possible. May the best competitor rise in victory!
Darth, ready your defense and describe what position you take (crouch=+2 defense, stance must be described and depending, can attain a +!0 defense)

[Geel-Kajin]

There was only one way out of this hideous, unnatural world- The death of the other.

As he notched his bow, a great grey slab of metal in crude-cut nordic fashion, the back of his mind pondered dryly on the strangenesss of the situation. How was it that something as twisted as he wanted to reach that light in the first place? The rest were gone now, and only he and this stranger would fight tooth and claw for their lives. He once thought lives meant nothing- So many had fallen to his bow, his blade, only to feed his own sadistic desires. How wondrous it had been to reveal himself from darkness in their dying breaths, walk over and look down upon them. How wondrous it had been to shred their throats(The jugulars were the best)and hear their scream. Lives were nothing but another plaything for amusement's sake. Yet now, his own life on the line, this game became more than just freak enjoyment.

The tip of the arrow was a flint of steel, which flew easily in his bow. He knew it was sing a song of death, shimmer in this surreal light, before the poisoned tip buried itself in the man below. It might be wishful thinking to believe that the frostbite spider's venom would be sufficient to end his prey's life, but slow it down? Surely. The advantage of his bow lied only at a distance, where the sting of a club, sword or axe could not reach him. With that, he let lose the arrow, and watched it hone in upon his prey

[mikos]

base attack roll= average of 2 twenty sided die, and average of 2 ten since opponent armor is 23
20 side avg =10
10 side avg =9
+1/2 marksmanship=49
+5 position
+5 stance
=78
Darth, this is the number to beat with a defense roll

[Darth Meeb]

The supernatural darkness that shrouded the battlefield prevented any thought of escape by both warriors.  Chim looked up to the creature he faced, cloaked in black a bow at the ready.  He noted the range of his opponents primary weapon, quickly rolling into a defensive crouch.  He lowered his flame imbued greatsword to the ground, shrugging the shield he carried from his back and raising it up to defend from the incoming missile assault.  The shield was made from banded iron, a fine piece of craftsmanship one of his bandit companions had looted from a nordic man they had ambushed.  He had taken it off of the mans corpse when he had grown 'tired' of the lifestyle of an outlaw.

His opponent released the arrow, and its barbed point flew towards the Dunmer warrior with deadly accuracy.  Chim hunched down behind his shield, confident that its thick iron skin would deflect the arrow from its original course.  

[mikos]

the number to beat is 78, would you rather the average of two rolls, or just 1 (
if you only rolled a 30 on the first 4 twenty sided die, but you rolled a 60 on the other, then you would use 30+60/2=49 however, since the number is 78, it may reduce your chances to take the average, since even high numbers will not help if it is divided by 2

[Darth Meeb]

I'll take a risk and go for just one, odds are I won't make it without a bit of luck

[mikos]

34+5 position+8 block(half of block skill)=47
Surging forth, the arrow rent across air's innumerable depths, and smote the knotted contours of Chim's shield, the ragged shard of metal whose tattered luminance had blazed forth as it bore upon its target, sundered through the knolls and crevasses of the hide plane- a realm of chestnut sod and sable mountains whose innumerable facets glinted as they captured the scarlet light which cascaded from the Sun. Amid a roiling torrent of scarlet whose crimson tide glinted amid the light whose lambent scarlet was refracted upon liquid facets, the arrow sheared through the knotted tendrils of flesh, and smote the contorted ivory tracts of bone amid the sickening crack of metal upon bone
-4 health and use of shield arm
your move

[Darth Meeb]

Chim snarled in pain as the arrow hit his shield, splintering on one edge. The tip of the arrow split through the thinner metal on the side, piercing his arm and causing a jolt of pain to shoot up through him. He shrugged off the blow, although he could not deny his arm felt a bit numb. Rising to his feet he unbuckled his shield from his arm, gripping his greatsword with both hands. He needed to close range with his foe and fight where his skills were best.

Before his enemy could fire another arrow he charged forward. He drew close and swing the flame touched blade of his great sword in a horizontal slash at his foe's upper torso. As he swung the blade he twisted it down in hopes of catching him if he tried to roll under the swing.

[mikos]

Roll total vs Geel's 17 armor(half of 34) =
20 (1 twenty sided die resulted in 20)
+5 position
+5 stance
+5 slash modification
Geel, the number to beat is 40, you can take the average of 2 twenty sided die rolls + 1 ten sided die roll, or just roll 2 twenty and 1 ten

[Geel-Kajin]

As the other charged with greatsword at the ready, the corner of his mouth twisted into a deformed grimace, lipless and many-fanged. This was an enemy that would be dangerous up close, an enemy that must be dealt with as quickly as possible. Looking at the snarl etched on the other's face, he knew there was only one thing that would save him from imminent pain- A good distance away from this enemy.

Yet the man had gotten too close now, moving with unnatural dexterity with a blade so massive. Before he knew it, the other man had swung the sword, slicing the air with a faint whistling sound, cutting forth in the edge's hunger for flesh. Instinct told him to avoid the blade, instinct told him to run as far as possible. So with a hiss like the grating legs of a thousand roaches and a movement as instant as the reaction of a spider, he hurled himself backwards in a fierce backpedal. When he could gain no more distance fore the blade struck, both his legs kicked the ground like some warped cricket, launching himself away with a jump backwards.

[mikos]

38+ 5 position +5 stance +24 sneak
success
Rending across the air amid the sibilant hiss of air's outraged protest, Chim's blade whose facets gleamed dully with the refracted light of the Sun, depicting the great vessel of flame in diminutive relief upon its surface, only to be rent asunder as the blade smote a nearby oaken bole, rending chestnut tracts in two, and burying itself within the tree's stomach. Amid the harsh, grating retort of protest and lashing limbs of spindly wood- tendrils of chestnut writhing and twinning into a tapering cord- Chim found himself assailed by scores of undulating wraiths, claws of oak rending against flesh, and freeing scores of minsicule torrents whose scarlet globes sought to parallel the sun, gleaming with their mirror's light as they streamed outward.
Your move Darth, but before you attack, you must attempt a recovery both of balance and from the tree

[Darth Meeb]

Chim twisted as his enemy jumped clear of his swing.  His sword crunched heavily into a nearby tree, sinking deep into the wood.  Instead of reversing the momentum of his body to pull it out he merely rotated around the tree, using the length of the blade and torque of his movement to twist it free with minimal effort.  As he moved back to face his foe he held his blade up in an aggressive stance, moving forward and readying to jump forward and swing if his adversary attempted to fire another arrow at him.

[mikos]

success!
Amid a veritable torrent of oaken shards whose chestnut fragments cascaded outward and congealed into writhing tendrils of oaken flesh, the ebon tracts of Chim's blade sheared free of the bole's desperate embrace, and arched upward, its glimmering edge rending towards the knotted contours of his opponent's grimacing visage.
Geel, the number to beat is 59

[Geel-Kajin]

He smiled as wood splintered, tree shuddered, and the blade was lost within the depths of bark and wood. Taking a good few steps backwards, he notched another arrow in his bow, this time it's flinted tip a pale, light gold. With the elven arrow in place, it's tip doused in the bone chilling frostbite venom he'd come to use so frequently, He raised the bow in aim- Just as the other's blade broke free of the ashen wood.

The blade cut through the air, and he could sense it's path as it razed towards him- He could feel the shift of wind under it's bulk, hear the splicing of air. Yet most of all, he could feel the other's killer intent. At that moment, he knew he'd found a worthy opponent- Someone who fought not out of fear of death, but of the thrill of winning. Someone who could be relied upon to give an interesting battle. While the other's face was an expression of nothing but anger, he knew that it hid a subconscious excitement of the kill.

The joy of meeting another like him was unbearably euphoric- He had never imagined someone who fought out of grim-set determination, the thought to flee not once in their head. All the better this battle would be. As the blade sliced to meet him, he took two strides backwards and fired - Point blank, the arrow into the others face.

[mikos]

Roiling across the meager space, the deep reverberating thrum of the bow's single tendon lashing against its grey moors, was the final sound to pierce Chim's grim vigil, to rend through his rage and agony, shearing through the scarlet haze of bloodlust even as the arrow sheared through bone's knotted serpents of ivory and the similar tendrils of flesh which coiled in silent camaraderie to comprise Chim's mind, the organ which had commanded his limbs to loose so innumerable blows against equally innumerable foes, the vessel which forged death and relished chaos. Amid a scarlet mist, the glimmering gold tip of this arrow's head punched free of Chim's now ruinous skull, crimson tendrils cascading outward as they bore their children of splintered bone to the chestnut ground and the safety it held.
Regarding this from his position atop the knoll,the entity whose gleaming bones rebuffed the wind's transparent tendrils -which scrabbled along these cords of ivory- chuckled, if such a grating rasp as the repulsive retort which issued from his ragged throat, could be such named.
"Perhaps this one will uncover my hoard, yet perhaps his unmatched sin shall rebuff him, his greed obscuring that which he seeks as in rage, he slays those before him" he murmured. Then, he raised a hand -a vessel of bony serpents which twinned and writhed across space to comprise digits and palm", and cast forth a lambent orb of shifting emerald whose facets blazed with unholy light. "Slay this, foolhardy mortal" the monster rasped, as the orb erupted into a cascading font of ragged emerald shards, whose tattered facets caught the Sun's golden light upon their shifting facets. This tide of roiling fragments surged toward the crouched form of Geel-Kajin, glinting despite the Sun's attempts to quell their unnatural glare.
Sorry, Darth, you were slain in combat. Please don't leave yet though, perhaps death cannot hold a warrior of your caliber.