Fantasy Many Will Fall

[TuxedoSquid]

Bayar
HP: 15/15
Mana: 4/5
Targeting skirmisher at O6​

Bayar heard a yell from nearby. "HEY SORCERER! SHOOT THAT ONE FOR ME!" yelled one of the other combatants. He glanced over just as a skirmisher's sword cleft into the nearby wizardess's chest. His eyes widened under his mask, and he instinctively readied another chaos bolt. The energy leapt from the ground around him, seeming to feed off his rage and desperation. Another bolt of inky black energy sprung from his fingertips toward the wounded skirmisher in front of him.

 

[Thelrus]

Swanson
HP:18/18
Stamina: 5/5​

Swanson chuckled to himself. Looks like in getting the hang of this virtual combat.
He evaluates the battlefield quickly, and in decides he should just finish what he started. He raises his bow and draws an arrow. He eyes the skirmisher to his left. You just had a taste of whats to come... then he releases the arrow in their direction.
Basic Attack @ Skirmisher (R-12)

 

[DrHuggies]

Karnios Stonehide
HP: 14/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: Q12 -> Q12
Infuriate | 1 rounds

Karnios let out a yell of pain as the two skirmishers slashed at him, wincing as he felt warm blood seep over his armor. He felt he was getting weaker. "Oi! Healer! Over Here!" Karnios yelled as he saw the Skirmisher charge forwards. Karnios went to sidestep the skirmisher and swing his axe in a baseball bat like motion, hoping to contact the attacker with twice the force, combining his charge with Karnios's swing, and hoping to kill him so he wouldn't be so overwhelmed.​

 

[Äsrï룣]

Asriel
Hp: 7/17
Mana: 5/5
Position: N5
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Asriel upon impact felt the physical pain of the wound that had knocked her player down 10 whole HP points and released a loud grunt upon impact. It tugged hard at her real chest, and though there be no blood to her physical body, she still felt the blood that seaped through the clothed armor of her player and felt the blood trickle down to her feet. She felt a sudden urge of hopelessness as no one had come to her aid as she had asked, a hand now clasping her wound while attempting to conjour up a strategy to help save her life and take down the skrimisher.

As she thought, the sound of armor being pierced and flesh being torn to pieces caught her attention and she quickly snapped back into reality to realize the wounded skrimisher before her had been shot. Her eyes quickly searched the other players to find the hero who had finally come to her aid before landing on the sorcer who faced both her and the skrimisher.

"Thank you, sorcer!" She called out, her voice carrying how truly painful the wound that she possessed was, but still showing that she would keep her head in the game. She focused her slightly blurry vision on the remaining skrimishers before deciding that before she got ahead of herself, she would need to be healed. "I need a healer!" ( Detective Rascal )

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[Seraph Darkfire]

Dror
HP: 16
Mana: 4
Position: E-11
Qi Burst Cooldown: 3 Rounds
Ravenheart
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Dror frowned as the Skirmisher screamed in pain as he shook his fist. The armor might have been weak in that area but it was still armor and he was surprised a little at how real the pain felt. He watched as the Skirmisher fell before him as he tightened his fists at the sight of someone before him in pain. It was such a strange feeling, he'd never hurt anyone before...at least physically. He hadn't been in many relationships, but he'd still broke a few hearts. This was different, this was unsettling on an entirely different level.

He stepped forwards before quickly moving, thrusting his first towards the Skirmisher's head "My apologies" he said softly as he struck out. Even if it was a game, he still felt bad about killing someone but he also knew, as a game, the opponent wouldn't hesitate to keep attempting to kill him. He certainly didn't want to be known as the guy who died during the tutorial.

That would be way too embarrassing. How was he supposed to talk and be friends with other people if he couldn't even survive the first moments of the game. People wouldn't rely on him either if he couldn't get results. In a game like this, you needed to be reliable. He'd deal with his feelings after this was over. He still had a game world to explore after this.

 

[Ravenheart]

The bolt of chaotic energies conjured through Bayar flew the short distance and made contact with the Skirmisher fighting Asriel. The bolt seemed to tear the Skirmisher apart as his flesh appeared by ripped, burned, and cracked all simultaneously as the corpse fell to the ground.

At the same time, a deadly arrow zipped past Anika and collided with the Skirmisher that was on Karnios's left. The arrow struck the Skirmisher's eye, causing him to flip backwards as the lifeless body fell to the ground with the arrow skewering his skull.

As Karnios went to swing at the last Skirmisher facing him, however, the Skirmisher went to dodge, and Karnios's axe only clipped the Skirmisher only to bring the enemy close to death (2/15 HP - Q-13 Skirmisher). Blood spewed from the Skirmisher, but he still drew breath and seemed to be fleeing.

Meanwhile, when Dror struck out at the Skirmisher he had engaged, the blow to his head would prove fatal as bone cracked and blood spat from the helm as the Skirmisher fell limp onto the dusty arena.

 

[Asteraflora]

Anika
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
Position: K-7 -> L-9​

"THANK YOU!" Anika yells to the sorcerer, hearing his bolt break the air behind her. She feels a sense of helplessness as she hears two of her teammates shout for a healer, "She hasn't been active.. Maybe she's buffering? Has a bad connection? Hell, she hasn't even moved since she announced she was a healer," She quickly growls to herself, risking a quick glance back to see that, yes, she was still there. Detective Rascal .

Anika focuses back on the male warrior just as an arrow sings past her shoulder towards one of his attackers. She cringes as she witnesses the arrow sticking him in the eye, the power behind it flipping the limp body over. Two more fall around her, and even though she knew that they were just detailed images, the sounds and sights and roar of the crowd all made her heart drop and throat swell in horrified disgust. She was proud of her teammates though, three deathly blows in one round? She focused on the warming pride, and her smile returned.

She noticed the skirmisher she shot trying to run away, and the two points needed to finish him off was way too good to let go, "Oh no you don't,". She hops a few feet forward as she quickly knocks another arrow, the chase exciting her. Once the arrowhead was just enough above the fleeing skirmisher's head, she slowed her self, her breaths calming her heart and aim for just long enough to let loose another confident shot.

 

[Raziel]

Vayle
HP: 17/17
Stamina: 5/5
Position: H10 -> H10

The attack was easily parried as if Vayle saw the attack coming well before it happened. The sound of steel against steel and the sparks that accompanied it were all so realistic it was almost hard to believe that it was all just a video game. The Skirmisher was right where Vayle wanted her. With a devilish grin, Vayle rose from her defensive pose and whirled her blade over her head before bringing it down upon the Skirmisher with as much force as she could, trying to pin the Skirmisher between the broadsword and the pillar.​

 

[Ravenheart]

Anika's arrow took to the breeze and found its target on the other side of the arena, trying to find safety behind one of the big pillars. The arrow struck through the Skirmisher's heart from behind and he fell onto the ground, bleeding from the wounds he sustained through the fighting. Next, an audible crunch could be heard against one of the pillars near the players as Vayle successfully executed her attack, the Skirmisher deeply wounded and bleeding. The broadsword had opened up the Skirmisher's mid-section by shattering one side of her rib cage. Over the Skirmisher's head, the number 1/15 could easily be seen as the Skirmisher fell to her knees and against the pillar.

 

[Ravenheart]

Round 7
MAP

G-10
The remaining Skirmisher slumped against the pillar, gasping for air as pain wracked her body and blood painted the ground around her.

The announcer called from his perch once more: "Ladies and gentlemen from near and far! It appears our newest gladiators have claimed victory in this first trial! Do not fret, however, we shall witness soon enough how they face under more dire pressures!"

(Vermilion Skirmisher)​

 

[Raziel]

Vayle
HP: 17/17
Stamina: 5/5
Position: H10 -> H10

Frowned somewhat at the observation that her target hadn't died. As such, Vayle took her broadsword in both hands and looked to drive it through the Skirmisher's heart to put her out of her misery. It was so real, the blood and the expressions of pain. Very hard to believe it was virtual, but thus was modern technology, right? Though Vayle was getting used to that element, it was still early into her game-experience. She had never partook in a physical altercation herself, and coming down from her adrenaline rush she realized everything that had just happened.​

 

[Äsrï룣]

Asriel​

Hp: 7/17​

Mana: 5/5
Position: N5
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Asriel flinched a tad at the loud voice that boomed over the speakers and looked to the final Skirmisher keeping itself up using a pillar to keep itself time. She smiled upon seeing the very last thing keeping them within the first challenge, and drawing in a deep breath, she adjusted her footing position and kept pressure to her wound.

With such low HP, Asriel could feel every sting of the wound as she attempted to move, but the lack of the healer who seemed to be either frozen or caught in a dreadful lag which made it hard to move. Healer, I have never needed you more than ever. The pain the wound brought was near unbearable, but she kept her self composed while waiting for the warriors or archers to take down the last Skrimisher.

 

[DrHuggies]

Karnios Stonehide
HP: 14/23
Stamina: 5/5
Position: Q12 -> Q12
Karnios let out a roar of joy as the final skirmisher collapsed. Grinning from ear to ear as he heard the announcer say that they had defeated the skirmishers. "My friends! We are done!" He raised his muscular arm and flexed his bicep, letting out a large guffaw, temporarily forgetting about the steadily bleeding wound in his side. He walked to the closest person, Anika and slammed his hand onto her back. "Thank you my friend, we have won," He turned to the crowd and raised his axe again, "We are CHAMPION!"​

 

[Ravenheart]

Vayle's blade drove home within the Skirmisher and she died upon the steel broadsword. While the crowd was cheering and the announcer was talking away. As the fellowship came together in the center of the arena, something strange happened. Glowing orange pedals swirled around them. A few at first, but more came quickly, seemingly from the earth. Pandora and Priya attempted to join the group but something was hindering them from doing so. It was if they were running on a motorized track that kept them in place. As the storm of energized pedals grew and continued to whirl around the party members, it was only a matter of about a minute before the ground would turn into a field of blue energy that captured everyone within and snatched all of the fellowship, save the aforementioned two, and shot them high into the sky, enveloped by arcane energies. The players would feel their bodies disintegrating through this process, only to reform, in perfect conditions, at what appeared to be a temple of some kind.

The party would stand at the far end of a wooden bridge and at the top was a man dressed in red robes with golden details. His back was to the party but his hood was folded on his shoulders. He bared a vague resemblance to the man announcing their game, to those who payed any attention to him when in the arena. With them, however, was a new face: A Amwvufkwbqobd9

• End of Combat

 

[Asteraflora]

Anika
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5​

Anika coughed at the warrior's slap, and laughed loudly, all of her excitement and tense muscles releasing immediately upon impact. Her cheeks and tip of her ears turned a bright pink, overwhelmed by the reality of the situation and sudden intense camaraderie. She smiled brightly up at the large man, nodding once. As wind started to tickle her bangs, her eyes darted around the arena, checking on every teammate and absorbing the excitement of the crowd. She gasped, awestruck by the beauty of the petals surrounding her and her new friends. The breeze was so real- she could even smell the soft perfume of the petals as they formed a perfect circle around her.

She wanted to reach out to try to touch one, but the wind became stronger, and it was then that she noticed that the female rogue and what looked to be a cleric were separated from the rest of us. Anika bolted towards them, the wind getting more intense and her vision more obstructed as she neared the swirling leaves, "Wait! Grab my hand!"

Her stomach dropped as the ground dissolved into blue beneath her, and a scream ripped from her throat when she shot into the sky. The quick movement of air made her eyes teary, as she watched the split moment when two of her teammates were left behind, but then she lost feeling in her feet, legs arms Head!! She tried to yell but had no body to make the noise. When feeling started to return, her nausea left as quickly as her body reappeared.

Reflecting upon what might have been a spiritual, out-of-body experience, she saw the others form around her, "Oh yeah.. Video game... Just a really.. real.. video game,"

She stepped back when she noticed the new person. Intrigued but shy, she let the others attempt to greet them.

 

[Amwvufkwbqobd9]

Raymond
HP: 15/15
Stamina: 5/5
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Adjusting from the transition from reality to virtual reality, Raymond stumbles in place for a moment. Once he is able to keep himself upright, he takes in his surroundings and whistles in awe. The transition is definitely a weird ride, he thought to himself. He flexes his fingers and stretches his limbs just to make sure that all of him actually transitioned to the game world. Confirming that all of him made its way into the game, he takes a deep breath and cracks his knuckles. "Let's get started."

Ray turns to the group with a smile and gives them a small bow. "Hello, everyone. The name is Raymond, but you can call me Ray for short. I hope I can make a decent addition to the team." Hoping to get to know a few of the other player's names, he awaits for the others to introduce themselves. After all, a team works best if everyone knows a bit about who they are working with, especially names to communicate properly.

 

[DrHuggies]

Karnios smiled back down at the archer, looking to congratulate the rest of the team. As he walked over to them he noticed the orange petals start to surround them. He looked back at the archer girl with a confused expression. He opened his mouth to ask her a question, but was cut short as they rocketed into the air.

"Oh shii...." he started to yell before his mouth was filled with the air rushing past, and the sweet taste of the petal filled air. He looked down at his legs as they started to disappear, the disintegration crawling its way up his body.

When it finally stopped, he was glad, feeling his limbs again brought a sense of relief crashing down onto him. He looked around at the rest of his teammates, all of them looking equally as confused as he was. He then found his eyes drawn to the front of the strange temple he was in. A strange man in a red robe standing in front of them.

 

[Äsrï룣]

Asriel​

Asriel watched as Anika attempted to save the two that somehow seemed to refused to have been active, and herself let out a scream at the almost numbness. She felt light and as though she was being pulled through a taffy mixer and stretched out.

The journey was odd and as new scenery appeared around her, she quietly stretched out and quickly scanned over every limb to be sure that she had every piece. She was glad she didn't end up with an extra finger from someone else of vice versa while she inspected. She zoned in on her chest which lacked the terrible wound she was nearly rendered useless with, this fascination with seeming to be healed had wrapped her up in glee and she had hardly noticed the new face until the gasp of the talented female archer caused her to look up.

The name brought a smile to her face and she soon realized that no one really had any time to get to know one another other than by their classes. She waited patiently for other's to speak up, but when no one took the intiative, she did. "My name's Asriel. It's a pleasure to meet and welcome you to the team." Her voice as she spoke was very soft and friendly, almost seeming a tad shy - which was odd for a player of such a real battle video game.

As she spoke, she noted the scenery change a little more this time and the brightened color of the red robe truly caught her attention, her eyes scanning over the distanced man with a hood similar to one that she could wear if she so chose to. "Anybody know what's up with that guy?

 

[Seraph Darkfire]

Dror
HP: 15
Mana: 5
A Amwvufkwbqobd9 Äsrï룣
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Dror smiled when the final Skirmisher had been defeated, though he was wary when the announcer mentioned that there would be more pressure put on them. At first, he assumed more enemies were going to pop out of nowhere but after a breath of time, nothing else happened so he began to gather with the rest of the group. While he was waiting for the other's to group up, he took the time to check his character information.

He was impressed at how much EXP a single enemy had given him. At thirty five points per enemy, he could level up after fighting two more of the skirmishers. He frowned slightly as he thought about it. They were brought together like a team, so it was possible that the EXP had been spread out among them. Or maybe it was possible that the EXP wasn't given per enemy defeated, but as a reward for defeating all enemies.

Dror didn't have much time to think about it as they were surrounded by orange petals "Interesting, is this a cut scene or something?" he mumbled before he was seized by the energy. After he reformed, he almost lost his lunch, not only the disintegration, but the sudden jump into the sky had startled him.

"That...wasn't pleasant" he said, taking a pause to take a deep breath. He began to wonder if that was how it felt to be transported in the tv show Star Trek, without the orange petal fanfare. He patted his stomach gently and stood up straight.

He then noticed Raymond making his greetings and smiled "Sweet, another Monk" he said grinning when he noticed the similar armor, though this guy was using a staff instead "I'm Dror, nice to meet you" he felt weird just greeting someone but forced himself to keep a friendly air. It was oddly easier fighting than it was talking to someone else.

His eyes then flicked towards the red robed man when Asriel pointed him out "Maybe a NPC?" he wondered.."Or our next enemy?"

 

[Raziel]

Vayle

The orange pedals were strange. She reached out to catch one in her hand, but it whisked off in the breeze. That was when she realized that the air was swirling around them. Vayle had joined the group as they met in the arena's center. Keeping the tip of her broadsword on the ground, she was amazed at her newfound strength, carrying such a weapon with relative ease. In the real world, she was a pretty small and physically weak individual, but in this virtual body, she felt like a titan in contrast. Everything felt so real in correlation to her virtual body. The breeze, the excitement, all of which felt so natural.

Vayle was definitely caught off-guard by the teleportation and held her sword's grip with a vice. Their new setting was... unexpected, however. It appeared to be the pathway to the entrance of a temple, though Vayle had no idea what kind of temple. Nor did she have any idea who the figure was standing upon the bridge that lay near them. She turned to her comrades and saw the monks, recognizing one as the monk she fought along side with in the arena. "Hey! I believe we fought together in the arena," she said, looking at Dror before addressing both of them with her hand modestly on her breast, "May name is Vayle."​

 

[Äsrï룣]

Asriel​

Asriel adjusted her gaze from the foreign man which her and Dror were quietly discussing, to the female for a brief moment. "Vayle? That's beautiful," she complemented the prideful female and gave a soft nod of her head in response. "Thank you for that brave move by the way. Of defeating the final skrimisher by the way. We all owe our hides to you."

As she spoke, she moved her hand to rest against the females shoulders for a brief moment before looking around at the other players and returned to look at the man in the red robes. She noted the gold designs which really seemed to catch her attention and returned to look at Dror as she remembered he had spoken to her. "This doesn't look like a place fit to hold a battle, so I don't believe he's the next enemy. But the possibility still stands."

Asriel took her time with truly observing and taking in the man's stance and the intricate golden designs of the brightly colored red robe, and it started to dawn on her. "Something about him is just.. Really familiar. Does anybody else agree?"

 

[Raziel]

Vayle
Äsrï룣 Seraph Darkfire A Amwvufkwbqobd9

The warrior chuckled. "Please, I think that might have been the weakest of the ones we fought. But I appreciate the praise." Vayle turned her head to look at the man they were speaking of. Red robes, golden details, and a male. The man did look familiar, but Vayle would walk a few paces closer to get something of a better look. She also took the opportunity to try and perceive the temple-looking structure, seeing what should discern from what's right in front of her. "You're right... he does seem somewhat familiar."​

 

[Asteraflora]

Anika
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Anika felt silly thinking about her attempt to greet the others. They were already focused on something else- the familiar man in the distance. But these were her teammates. She shouldn't be scared of them, and in order to have a functioning team, they should at least know each other's name. She liked the male warrior already, and the wizard seemed sweet. It was the female warrior, Vayle, that was intimidating. She stood with the confidence and power that Anika felt she lacked.

And if you keep gawking at them like this, they'll know you're intimidated. Anika thought to herself, and smiled, internally laughing at herself, You helped kill multiple guys, you can say hi.

Smiling warmly, which was always easy for Anika to do, she stepped closer to the group. Making sure to make quick eye contact with each of them, and as she perceived the man's back, she attempted at a joke, "If he turns out evil, we'll just slaughter him like we did those skirmishers," She winced internally at her brutal word choice, but kept her proud smile on, "I'm Anika by the way. You all did amazing out there,". She nods specifically at Asriel and the male warrior, both are whom she felt the closest to during battle.

 

[Äsrï룣]

Asriel​

Asriel smiled triumphantly at the female archers words and gave a nod of her head as a soft bow upon hearing her little introduction which she had waited for her to do so. "Well thank you, Anika. But had it not been for your words I don't believe I'd be standing before you at this moment." Her words seem to ping a sincerity in her heart - which she seemed to carry very carefully as friends were just as easy to make as enemies.

"Are there any stats on him? I can't get any good readings and I'm unsure of whether we should walk to him, or remain standing here." She spoke up after a bit and looked from the female warrior and the male monk before the female archer as if they would silently answer her question. Seeing he was still nearby, she looked to the new monk that had been included into their player alliance and then to the unfamilar form which everyone was now questioning. "I don't think I like this.."

 

[Ravenheart]

Both Anika and Vayle would recognize the man in the robe to be the man that was announcing the combat scenario they had just gone through. Upon their perceptions being completed, the man in the red robes turned around. "The lot of you performed well. But, are you ready to do better?" he asked. As he faced them, a name appeared over his head, just long enough to read before it faded away: "Lord Amadeus Conithus, <The Bloodborn Overseer>." Vayle would notice the scars that defined his face and his hands while Anika would notice the runic symbols that made the detailed linings on his robes.

A thought would enter into everyone's minds, as though someone had put it there. It was like a tool tip: "Using skills such as History, Religion, Nature, etc., can help better understand what is happening around you."