Tournament 1

[mikos]

Geel Kajin has earned two trophies, both are visible at
docs.google.com/document/d/1SMbYMbyQMQ4Si1vGp7A-9YqU9TMoIoO4Omu04eC83Kg/pub

[Darth Meeb]

lol, not a surprising outcome

... good thing my character is named CHIM

[Geel-Kajin]

It hovered for a moment, like a cloud of green rain, as bright and entrancing as the morning dew to grasshoppers. Then, the mist unfurled it's true self; a dozen, angry emerald shards. It swept down towards him, sharpened edges to point and kill. It was all he could do not to hiss defiantly at these projectiles, for that was an act as futile as those of a mantis in a spiders web, which would wave it's ensnared arms in vain. No, there was no blocking the oncoming blow...

Sensing that dodging these fast missiles would be a miserable failure, he did the only thing left possible. Switching to a conjuration spell, he summoned a Seeker, a bulk of tentacles and swollen flesh, to act as a meatshield in face of the projectiles.

[mikos]

Glimmering with inhuman rage, the faceted spears of jade pierced the knotted grey flesh of the Seeker's form, shearing through the similarly contorted ivory tendrils of bone, to exit the monster's back, and smite the creature crouched behind the abomination's repulsive body- a vessel cloaked in ebony and shrouded in grey flesh that vanished as the pulsating sac of its heart was shattered with the ease of a man crushing a grape between two fingers- yet these fragments' momentum was hindered and fettered by this, and amid a grating metallic shriek of steel's futile protest, these needles of jade and emerald glanced off the assassin of eons, and cascaded into the spires of green whose grassy droves bore a similar hue to their own.
You move, Geel

[Geel-Kajin]

As the seeker fell, his age-old, ever-silent companion left his side once again. Once again alone without his only friend- meatshield,he had to remind himself, he solemnly gazed up at the shadowed figure on the vast horizon, the carrier of some wisdom he could not comprehend. As he pondered his next move, the two locked eyes for a moment, and he saw the surge of fiery emotion, the thirst for battle ravaging behind his foe's eyes. What a storm was in those eyes, what a contrast to the black void that was his own!

Distance, distance had always been his weapon. It didn't matter whether it was shooting down an angry mob or avoiding the casual conversation at the inn- Separating himself from everything, getting himself away,that had always worked. And so it would be for this battle. Hissing in savagery, he craned his neck back, his teeth bared. A grotesque gargling noise was building in his throat, a bubbling, wretched noise that grew ever louder as the pressure in him grew. Then, when the power of the great Serpent itself was too much too bear, he snapped his head forward with all his might, and let lose the sick projectile that burst from his throat. Watching the vile poison launch across the sky, he could not help but acknowledge that the cursed star he had been born a monster under, the power of the terrible snake that had corrupted his form- oft came in handy.

Not waiting to see if the paralytic missile hit home, he turn and ran across the jagged fields, determined to get as far away as possible before the storm reached it's devastating full glory.

[mikos]

Success, you escape!
Arching across the azure half globe of the sky, a roiling muculent sac of venom soared towards the silent creature -his ivory outline glittering akin to an expertly cut jewel- with more grace than a construct of bone, barren tracts of knotted ivory derelict of sinew, should possess, the creature rolled aside and willed forth a sickly aura of emerald luminance, which engulfed his form as a matron might her child, and swept him across Tamriel.
Your move, Geel Kajin

[mikos]

Languid and seething with the firgidity of death, the feared warrior Chim's blood collapsed within his veins, his mind shattered by the indomitable tracts of an arrow, as lightning seemingly pierces the heavens. Yet the powerful grasp of Molag Bal grasped this shaft, and sundered it free, a gesture restoring his Chosen to the pleasant warmth of life -ponderous serpents of warmth writhing about within him, euphoric in their renewed vigor- and as he receded into the shimmering cloak of shadow whose tendrils grasped him as a matron might, Molag intoned in a voice grating and harsh, sharpened by time and tempered by wrath
"Go forth, my chosen and claim this wraith's life in my name! Take care to not fail me again, for I shall let you languish in the eternal agony of the abyss should your shortcomings emerge again!"

[mikos]

Your turn, Darth

[Darth Meeb]

Disoriented, Chim moved to his feet.  He touched a finger to his temple, raising an eyebrow at the echoing of the Daedric lords words within his skull.  Chosen, huh?  He wasn't sure where Molag Bal got that notion.  Chim did worship Daedra, but his Patron was Azura.  Hefting his sword onto his shoulder he moved quickly from the dark arena, continuing upon his quest.


(Not sure what we are doing at this point.)

[Geel-Kajin]

Having moved a good distance away from the nightmare, he drew his bow once again, turning back to face the undead figure with grim-set determination. The enemy was no more than a black pinprick on the horizon, too far away for any casual archer to hit. Yet he was not some casual archer. A face as terrible as his scared away game and drew in the mob, and it had not been long before he had come to hunt greater things than deer and elk. With an arrow once again notched in his bow and his eyes trained upon the horizon, he took precise aim at the ebony speck, the thought of the kill- As he had killed many times before, running through his mind.

Yet as his fingers shifted upon coarse string, the arrow notched upon it on the very verge of flight, he sensed some movement at the corner of his eye. Turning round, he saw the man he had just slain(Or thought he had slain) get slowly to his feet, as if nothing had happened. The arrow that had once embedded in his head now lay forgotten on the floor, the redness that once covered half it's length now completely, miraculously gone. For a moment, fear gripped him, and his hold on the bow faltered. He knew he had killed the man, stopped him in his tracks with a projectile right through his skull, point-blank range. Yet now he stood, as whole as ever. How could someone that real and breathing once have been a cold and stiff corpse, how could he have cheated the envoy of death of his rightful kill? And then the fear he felt disappeared, replaced instead by an uncontrollable rage that shuddered through his entire body, causing his slitted nostrils to flare and dilate, clouds of hot steam exhaling with every breath. He was the monster! When he first came to town from the rural countryside, he remembered how everyone had run away- Turned tail and deserted a town they had lived in for decades. What a disgrace he was, that he should be afraid of some dark elf, whose body was intact and wholesome as anything he himself could never become!

With seething anger, he turned his notched bow towards the man, glaring as he ensured that the other noticed his presence. Then it was as if he could not take it anymore- The anger inside him had consumed him, and he half-screeched an accusation and outburst: "What are you!?"

[mikos]

Writhing tendrils of roiling and tumultous rage surged within the confines of the reptilian creature's hide -a scaled tract dotted with jagged knolls and deep crevasses- Spuring the jolting luminance of his synapses to a frenetic pace, as an agitated rider might press his mount, and so to it could not last.
In the encounter with Chim, add +5 RAGE to each attack, and restore 10 hitpoints for each successful hit
Your turn, Darth Meeb

[mikos]

Blazing within the heaving and capricious contours of Chim's chest, Molag's favor blazed akin to a second heart, filling his formerly fragile vessel with vigor.
Add +5 to all attacks
If a sacrifice to Bal is made, add +3 for each

[mikos]

*Chim

[mikos]

Your move, Darth

[Darth Meeb]

Oh, sorry I totally forgot I will respond within twelve hours of now

[mikos]

its all good

[Darth Meeb]

or four days..... sorry I'll get to it soon. Family visiting right now so I'm busier than usual

[mikos]

Hey, sorry. Geel, you are now in Whiterun, as nearly THREE days passed before Chim rose again, NOT seconds, I posted the wrong thing and am quite sorry for the inconvenience. So now, you stand before the intricate currents of a merchant's booth during the Sun's zenith, its golden rays recoiling from the elaborate facets of his proffered blades, in refracted splendor.

[Geel-Kajin]

Wait I don't get it? I thought i'd just been conversing/fighting with chim and fightin with the guy? How did i teleport to whiterun lol.

[mikos]

WHOOPS, forgot a cutscene:
Laughing, a horrible rasping retort that sundered forth from the undead creature's maw, the fiend gestured towards the combatants before it, shattering their forms amid its will, and hurling them across the realm amid its roiling gale of force. Rending across the planes of Skyrim, both combatants were borne like sediment, and with similar ease towards the sea.
So, rather than have you complete actions to escape, it skipped to you re-arming yourself for your next combat