I Am That Is Matthias Posted September 1, 2003 Share Posted September 1, 2003 OOC:Um sorry vacation) The reason I did not fight is because that was only a fledling wolf. Do you have anything a bit bigger like a ww lord or two." Smiles hopefully. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wesaynothin Posted September 1, 2003 Author Share Posted September 1, 2003 OOC: Hi guys, I'm back. Was on a labor day trip. school starts in 2 days. I think I'm gonna be sick that day ;) Anyway, lets get started again, eh? announcer 1: lets see, two Dremora lords you say? announcer 2: We got those, send 'em out boys *Two dremora lords come out of the door to the pit* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thanateros Posted September 4, 2003 Share Posted September 4, 2003 Damian grins evily at the Dremora Lords. Standing in the middle of the arena he folds his arms over his chest and tauntingly announces in an omniscient voice, "I'm waiting you worthless creatures of Oblivion, you're nothing more than mere piles of ash formed by the will of you masters to serve as puppets. You are capable of so little and I can plainly smell your pathetic stench filling the air. Charge if you so please, but I will warn that it is to be your last." Both taken agast by the insiduous assault of insults the two Dremora slowly draw Daedric shortwords form their elegant sheaths. The sound draws the attention of the crowd and all are silent and waiting for something to happen. Tucking his chin into his neck Damian breaks eye contact with his foes. Sensing this insult one of the Dremora Lords springs at Damian with his sword perched to tear the mage in half from the skull down. Leaving a trail of dust behind him the Dremora closes on his opponent and bears all of his weight into the hilt of the sword, seemingly cutting air itself! Damian, still calm as the foe approches waits until the sword begins to fall. Flaring his arms in front of him he meets the sword with a concentrated shield forged from Oblivion!! The Dremora Lord, shocked and stunned still presses down on the hilt with all of his might while trying to figure who this strange Breton is. "How is it....that's imposs..." As he tries to finish his sentence the second Dremora lashes at Damian from behind. Sure of his success in this attack his feet leave the ground and thrust with the powers that he is bound to the sword which he bears. Damian, sensing this the entire time removes one hand from the effort of sustaining the Oblivion shield and lines his hand with a red hue. The onlooking audience surely senses the mages' end but through his own skill he catches the blade of the sword....his hand unaffected. Releasing his effort the first Dremora slashes at Damian from the side, who without any effort parrys the mighty blow with a dagger concealed under his sleave. "So you think this is all of my capabilty eh? You underestimate those who posses the same powers as YOU!!!" In a twirl and a leap he is across the arena, the crowd now jeering and hollaring at this wild display of acrobatics. Several onlookers throw their snacks into the air as they stand and yell for the fight to continue. Both Dremora now paired together with mistaken looks on their faces study over the mage who resting on one knee is across the arena from them. "I'm tired of playing these games, sure you are more capable than that; I'm not even that powerful. But as it seems my inexperience is even far superior to that which has crafted you and spit you out of that dispicable wasteland." "DIE RUNT" one of the Dremora screams and begins to charge, the other soon after. Swords perched with the tips aimed at his head in a flash Damian dissappears, the crowd ooo's and ahhh's. Confused the Dremora remove their attack. From behind a whirl of magic starts to fill the arena, like a horizontal tornado the light green swirl aims its tip right at one of the dremora. As if the tornado was possesed by some unknown force while the Dremora attempts to strike it the tornado bores itself into the chest of the vunerable enemy.Screams, as though the entire race of Oblivion were suffering pierces the arena.The onlookers cover their ears and cower in terror. A radiant purple light begins to emit from the Dremora, now completely at the will of the spell. Pulling out from the chest the tornado takes with it a purple phantasm in the form of the Dremora. Falling completely limp the Dremora's armor thuds the arena floor, all that remains is the apparation. "Well.....you think this is it?" says a voice from far above the arena. Struck with terror the second drops his sword as the soul of his fallen comrade hangs suspended in front of him. The tornado dissipates. The crowd, in a state of awe watches silently as the visage of Damian walks into the form of the Dremora Lord's soul and sucks it into himself!!! Appearing before the second Dremora he stares it down...fully garbed in the soul of the first Dremora Lord as if it were a blanket! "I think you know who I am, but now that you do, I cannot let you exist any longer. Mephala would be quite displeased with your performace here...You are a DISGRACE TO US!!" before the Dremora could react Damian tears out its neck and gouges out its eyes. Screaming in agony the Dremora Lord falls to its knees, before the mage who stands towering over him. The crowd, chanting for the kill begins to get impatient as Damian has made no move. Looking around the arena at this circus Damian raises one hand and silences the crowd. Then placing his index finger over his lips and making a SHHHH noise at the Dremora it looks up, searching for a sense of what's going on as blood drips from where his eyes once were. Only to be greeted by Damian's hand, which has taken the form of a bloodied purple spike....clearly the soul of his once counterpart in this battle. The impailed Dremora lurches over and spills his thick black blood onto the arena floor. Damian then folds his arms over his chest and tucks his hands into his armpits. "Well I believe it is concluded," he smirks to the announcer. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wesaynothin Posted September 4, 2003 Author Share Posted September 4, 2003 Announcer 1: Wow, Daedric powers. Announcer 2: You too? My my my. Let us show you how it's done. The announcers jump out of the box and into the arena, now wearing a full set of glass armor both. One of them yells for 'the big one', and five winged oblivions come out of a hole in the pit. As the winged oblivions charge, Announcer 1 forms an oblivion dai-katana, and Announcer 2 forms out an oblivion spear. Two Winged Oblivions charge at an announcers each. Announcer one side steps then does a double backflip onto a winged oblivion, and then chops its wings off. That winged oblivion Shrieks madly and starts clawing the other one to death before it dies of bloodloss. Announcer 2 looks at his two and smirks. He lets one get close, and then sidesteps while sticking his spear out to impale one winged oblivion. The other one looks at Announcer two in fear, and starts to run. Announcer 2 jumps and lands miraculously right infront of the winged oblivion, and sticks his spear straight through it. Announcer 1 looks at the last winged oblivion and laughs. suddenly he tosses a ball at it, that looks to be made of pure gold and pure blackness. The crowd realises that it is pure energy when it hits the oblivion and it is absorbed into the ball, and the ball returns to Announcer 1. Announcer 1:Woo, Daedric powers, Don't you love it? OOC: This is just to make people afraid of messing with the announcers :P , so dont mess! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
thanateros Posted September 5, 2003 Share Posted September 5, 2003 <ooc LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLL announcers> Damian looks at them both with glimmer like a child in a candy store, "Well this is certainly interesting...." Immediatly, as if he cares not for what is taking place he takes his place in the stands, pulling a small loaf of bread from his robe and watches the ensuing hilarity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ObsidianKnight Posted September 5, 2003 Share Posted September 5, 2003 "Heh, and I thought you announcers were just ordinary citizens." Titanius smirks from the bleachers. "Not exactly modest, huh?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wesaynothin Posted September 5, 2003 Author Share Posted September 5, 2003 Announcer 1:We were getting bored. Announcer 2: Anyone else gonna fight or do we have to do it all? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ragnor Stormcloud Posted September 5, 2003 Share Posted September 5, 2003 "Evil magics I say." "No mortal should command that power. The gods should not even have power that great." Ragnor watches Damian and both the announcers with distrust. OOC- Sorry it took so long for me to post again, but I was on vacation for a while. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wesaynothin Posted September 5, 2003 Author Share Posted September 5, 2003 Announcer 1: We are better than the gods. Announcer 2: We are... Announcers together: The Announcers! (They are the gods on this thread :P, the only greater are moderators and admins) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
freakypaper Posted September 6, 2003 Share Posted September 6, 2003 There is an akward silence as a shadowy figure enters from the south.All heads snap to attention as if they were being command to. The figure pulls back the hood of his robe ans speaks..."I am Tah'ruhl' said the dunmer. With an amazing show of speed and agility the dunmer leapt into the pit.He then revealed a spear that seemed as though it was made of material never seen before. "Bring on the Storm Atronachs!" he said as he struck a ready position. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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