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The Battle Tower 2.0
Last post 04-28-2008, 3:31 PM by Beserk Eva. 10 replies.
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4/10/2008 1:02:36 PM
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Koriryu
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Joined on 04-03-2004
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Feudal Japan
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The tall, fat mage stood in front of the huge tower that defied the height of anything around for miles as he began his speech to begin this epic event. “Welcome again warriors, scoundrels, money grubbers, glory seekers, and anyone else who has decided to join us for The Battle Tower. The tower was in terrible shape after the last time we let everyone join in the fight. We are sorry it took so long to bring it back to all of you, hoping for your second shot at the chance of gaining fabulous riches and glory beyond compare. Do not worry about the size of the floors it is all part of the magic of the tower. Shortly you will all be able to enter the tower and begin the excitement. Before we let you do that we must say a few rules of conduct. We hope you all will enjoy yourselves after you enter the tower, but killing each other off would be a bit unfortunate. We encourage you not to do that, because you will need all the help you can get to overcome many of the trials before you. You also enter at your own risk. We do not take responsibility for lose of life or anything else within. Whatever you gain inside is yours to keep. Everything will be much like the last time we held this event. You will fight your way from floor to floor. Each floor will be different than the last in many aspects. And now we finally will allow you to enter. All who are participating step forward into the circle so we may send you all inside.” He finishes his speech and moves to the outer ring of the teleporting circle with a company of other mages that are preparing to teleport all participants inside.
A life, heh who needs one, I got it all here in RPing and video games.
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4/10/2008 3:14:48 PM
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4/10/2008 8:34:55 PM
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4/11/2008 1:46:10 AM
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MagicMinoutar
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Joined on 07-14-2004
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Warp 8 ensign!
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Favarin stepped into the circle indicated by the mage who had just been
talking. One hand was in the front pocket of his gray, many-pocketed
pants, the other rested on the butt of one of two, beautiful two foot long revolvers. A backpack hung about his shoulders, sagging under the weight of its hidden contents, and several of his pockets showed signs of being full as well. On his back was slung a jeweled, 6 foot long , great axe, the top of the haft featured a large, deep blue sapphire, the butt held a blood red ruby, and spiraling around the haft were several smaller gemstones of different varieties, including a brilliant green emerald set in the middle of the haft, on the outside of the weapon, just where the head ended. He grins at the comments of the two others in the circle with him thus-far, but keeps his mind on the task at hand. Several years prior he had been part of the party who had entered the tower and remembered only too well the dangers that lay in it then, he couldn't imagine what the wizards had thought up to make this tower even more dangerous. He did know it would be a challenge of his skills and knowledge, which was the entire reason he had answered the call.
Curse you stumble button!
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4/13/2008 4:39:59 AM
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4/16/2008 11:41:09 AM
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4/16/2008 8:30:56 PM
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MagicMinoutar
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Warp 8 ensign!
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Favarin glances up at the mages, wondering what the hold-up was. He shakes his head a bit at the man with the knife, who Favarin finds to be pretty silly thusfar. Crossing his arms he turns in the circle while he waits, taking in the scenery around the tower. The surroundings weren't all that bad, he thought, though the tower looked out of place. As he turned he saw a figure walking toward him, blending into the background a bit because of the clothing he was wearing. Favarin continued to turn before double-taking to the figure walking toward the group. Favarin laughs openly and waves waves at Qesun, walking toward the foxcoon as he does.
"Qesun my friend, it has been years!" Favarin slows, turns, and claps Qesun on the back in a friendly greeting as he falls in step beside the foxcoon. "When I heard the tower had been reopened I wondered if you would show up, I was starting to think you weren't going to. I see you're as armed to the teeth as ever; if the previous tower was any indication, we'll need the help too." He grins, "There was another reason I had hoped you would show up; I have need of some advice from you about a few of my new toys." He pats one of his oversized pistols, "But that can be later, when we both have a moment to spare, now you must tell me what you have been doing since we travelled together last, while we wait for these mages to get their acts together."
Curse you stumble button!
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4/22/2008 5:23:03 PM
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4/27/2008 10:29:12 AM
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4/27/2008 1:50:11 PM
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MagicMinoutar
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Favarin shrugged the great axe slung on his shoulder into his hands and held the head close to his mouth, whispering something, inaudible to the others, to it behind a cupped hand. As soon as the word left his lips the sapphire at the top of the axe burst into life, shining brilliantly with an inner light. Over the next two minutes, the rest of the gems begin to glow in sequence, down the haft. Upon the lights reaching the center emerald, the entire axe gains its own luminance, though in the sunlight of the village it is difficult to notice; and when the blood red ruby at the bottom of the haft flames to life, Favarin's own body releases an inner glow. The enchantments on the axe will protect him from physical attacks in the form of a dampening field, slowing any incoming projectiles or blows by 50%, and from magical or elemental forces in the form of a minor cancellation field, reducing the effectiveness of the spell or element.
With the incantation whispered Favarin replaces his axe to his back. The minotaur reaches down and draws out both of his oversized pistols, cocking each hammer as they left their holsters. He lets one barrel rest easily on his left shoulder, the other he carries at this side swinging to and fro as he walks. He thought to himself he must look very comical to any who weren't opposing him, though he also thought Qesun looked rather comical, just as always, with his fox-like appearance, carrying his rifle. Favarin walked to the right and slightly behind the foxcoon toward the same building, scanning left and right, getting more and more uneasy with every step.
Curse you stumble button!
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4/28/2008 3:31:11 PM
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