You can hate my Spike mindset all you want, you can even disagree with how I run my character's satchel, but to say that I don't deserve experience when I roleplay like the rest of you is just bull☺☺☺☺.
Just because you disagree with my viewpoint does not make you superior in the slightest. I really wish you'd step off of your high horse and realize that people find fun in different ways.
For the future, I'll try and make sure we don't end up in rounds together. Both because I know you hate playing against my satchel, and because I hate the massive amount of attitude I get from you.
Aramil, ever quick to the clutch, focused his energy and called upon the blue mana flowing through his form.
As he did, the air around his body began to pick up, and the sands of the arena floor around him started to dance about.
In moments, Aramil seemed to be encased in a circular shield of wind.
Aramil gathered mana into his hand, and extended his fingers as if he was holding a throwing knife.
The mana responded in kind by forming a small spike of swirling winds.
Aramil threw his arm forward, and opened his fingers. In a second, the spike flew across the arena, and through the forming druid. When it fully appeared, it had a small hole that went all the way through its chest. Blood quickly filled the void, and the elf fell to the floor, completely lifeless.
Force Spike. I am sure you figured that was coming.
Aramil then gathered more mana to his body, this time both the winds around him picked up, and small purple lightning arcs danced around his body. With the summoning of this mana source, Aramil's skin seemed to lose some of its color. It's as if he had to use his own life force to fuel its power.
A cyclone similar to the one around Aramil formed around Alissi. This one, however, quickly turned inward and melding into her mind, severing her connection to her mana with its force.
I know this must be like listening to a symphony of nails on a chalkboard for you, but trust me when I say you'll like what I and the other WPLs have planned.
Just roll with it, and when we're done, you'll see what I am referring to.
Tapping into the power of his elemental, Aramil used his own life energy to empower one of his sources of mana. Using this, he sent another dart of negating power at the second summoned druid. This one, like the first, appeared with a hole in it, only this time, it was through its head.
Then, as the one before it, the creature fell lifelessly onto the snowy floor, right on top of the body of the other druid.
Then, with control once again returned to him, Aramil drew upon another mana source, this one adding to the purple lightning dancing around his form.
Then, Ararmil's left hand turned black, and his right hand turned blue. Focusing his energy, Aramil brought his hands before his face, and put both palms together. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, the purple lightning on his body surged forward, and flew across the arena and into Alissi's head.
With swift precision, Aramil found a demon of Alissi's past, and dragged it to the forefront of her mind, sending her reeling and severing her connection to several of her spell castings.
If you want, I'll allow you to keep your graveyard in a PM with me and every WPL. I'm not here to showcase your satchel.
A voice, distant and unrecognizable rang through Alissi's mind.
"You have no idea."
Aramil once again spun his magic, and sent a bolt of negating winds through the forming signet, shattering it into useless pieces.
The winds around Aramil increased once more, and again, he performed a small ritual before hands of purple lightning darted across the arena and entered Alissi's mind.
Life - 11
Cast:
1x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Field:
2x Island 1x 1:symq:
1x Swamp
1x Watery Grave
Yard:
3x Force Spike
1x Boomerang
2x Glimpse the Unthinkable
A single bead of sweat rand down Aramil's neck, conveniently hidden by his cloak.
Deciding the time for stalling and toying with his opponent was over, Aramil quickly dismissed another forest of Allisi's before regaining control of the match.
Then, the winds around him reach a fever pitch, and Aramil's form exploded with lightning. Arcs bent across the arena, and enveloped Alissi's form, burrowing into her mind and wreaking arcane havoc on her memories.
Life - 11
Cast:
2x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Field:
3x Island 2:symtap: 1
1x Swamp
1x Watery Grave
Yard:
3x Force Spike
3x Boomerang
4x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Aramil got hit hard in the gut by the charging stag, feel to the ground, and started breathing heavily.
Still, he stood, and grinned. Weaving his mana through the air, Aramil seemed to momentarily be at peace.
Then, his ritual complete, Aramil sent a final set of purple lightning bolt hands into Alissi's mind, and pulled from it the final scraps of her devastated spell reservoir.
As Alissi drops, Squee charges into the ring. "Hey! That's enough!" he shouts. He comes up to Aramil, and jabs him in the navel. "You should've warned us how you were gonna win. We weren't ready to deal with mind attacks!"
Several judges come over to Alissi, attempting to help her. One of them says "Get her to House Benalia." "No, Lat-Nam. They'll be able to help her."
"Alissi wins, by disqualification!" Squee shouts to the crowd. "For doing real damage to your opponent."
A Selesnyan elf comes over and waves her hand over his gut. He feels a wave of white mana, and immediately feels better.
"We're sending her over to the Lat-Nam guys to rebuild her mind. HOPEFULLY, she'll be fine, but she may need therapy. IF you had told us, we could've set up a mental barrier in her so that we could stop any permanent damage," Squee says.
"So you are taking me out of the tournament because you didn't realize a mindbender would be mentally assaulting his opponent? To me, that sounds like a failure of your arena staff, and not a fault of my own!"
Aramil completely ignored the Selesnyan, but due to his anger, the woman could sense a feeling of gratitude radiate from his thoughts.
"The 'Third Eye Tempest?' Okay, probably we could have spotted that, but that's vague. I see it now, but I thought it meant you use blue and black mana. Which you do. Neither you, nor Shimia told us how you fight. We didn't know you were a mind mage."
Squee sighed, and put a hand on his forehead.
"Alright, come with me. You," he says to another person, "get Glug to carry her to Lat-Nam. Gently."
The ogre comes in, and carefully picks up the unconscious Alissi, and carries her out.
Alissi moves on to the next round. Aramil is DQ'ed.
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Silently, he awaited the arrival of his opponent.
If not, well, you can't fault me for running my satchel as it was designed.
You can hate my Spike mindset all you want, you can even disagree with how I run my character's satchel, but to say that I don't deserve experience when I roleplay like the rest of you is just bull☺☺☺☺.
Just because you disagree with my viewpoint does not make you superior in the slightest. I really wish you'd step off of your high horse and realize that people find fun in different ways.
For the future, I'll try and make sure we don't end up in rounds together. Both because I know you hate playing against my satchel, and because I hate the massive amount of attitude I get from you.
As he did, the air around his body began to pick up, and the sands of the arena floor around him started to dance about.
In moments, Aramil seemed to be encased in a circular shield of wind.
Field:
1x Island
Yard:
Nada
The mana responded in kind by forming a small spike of swirling winds.
Aramil threw his arm forward, and opened his fingers. In a second, the spike flew across the arena, and through the forming druid. When it fully appeared, it had a small hole that went all the way through its chest. Blood quickly filled the void, and the elf fell to the floor, completely lifeless.
Aramil then gathered more mana to his body, this time both the winds around him picked up, and small purple lightning arcs danced around his body. With the summoning of this mana source, Aramil's skin seemed to lose some of its color. It's as if he had to use his own life force to fuel its power.
A cyclone similar to the one around Aramil formed around Alissi. This one, however, quickly turned inward and melding into her mind, severing her connection to her mana with its force.
Cast:
1x Boomerang
Field:
1x Island
1x Watery Grave
Yard:
1x Force Spike
1x Boomerang
I know this must be like listening to a symphony of nails on a chalkboard for you, but trust me when I say you'll like what I and the other WPLs have planned.
Just roll with it, and when we're done, you'll see what I am referring to.
Then, as the one before it, the creature fell lifelessly onto the snowy floor, right on top of the body of the other druid.
Then, with control once again returned to him, Aramil drew upon another mana source, this one adding to the purple lightning dancing around his form.
Then, Ararmil's left hand turned black, and his right hand turned blue. Focusing his energy, Aramil brought his hands before his face, and put both palms together. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, the purple lightning on his body surged forward, and flew across the arena and into Alissi's head.
With swift precision, Aramil found a demon of Alissi's past, and dragged it to the forefront of her mind, sending her reeling and severing her connection to several of her spell castings.
Cast:
1x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Field:
1x Island
1x Swamp
1x Watery Grave:symq:
Yard:
2x Force Spike
1x Boomerang
1x Glimpse the Unthinkable
OOC: I'll have another WPL come in to determine the ten cards milled.
2* Llanowar Elves
1* Troll Ascetic
2* Rancor
1* Aven Cloudchaser
1* Luminesce
1* Armadillo Cloak
2* Forbidding Watchtower
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
"You have no idea."
Aramil once again spun his magic, and sent a bolt of negating winds through the forming signet, shattering it into useless pieces.
The winds around Aramil increased once more, and again, he performed a small ritual before hands of purple lightning darted across the arena and entered Alissi's mind.
Cast:
1x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Field:
2x Island 1x 1:symq:
1x Swamp
1x Watery Grave
Yard:
3x Force Spike
1x Boomerang
2x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Let me nab a WPL...
OOG2: And done. Please resume your battle.
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!
Deciding the time for stalling and toying with his opponent was over, Aramil quickly dismissed another forest of Allisi's before regaining control of the match.
Then, the winds around him reach a fever pitch, and Aramil's form exploded with lightning. Arcs bent across the arena, and enveloped Alissi's form, burrowing into her mind and wreaking arcane havoc on her memories.
Life - 11
Cast:
2x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Field:
3x Island 2:symtap: 1
1x Swamp
1x Watery Grave
Yard:
3x Force Spike
3x Boomerang
4x Glimpse the Unthinkable
Still, he stood, and grinned. Weaving his mana through the air, Aramil seemed to momentarily be at peace.
Then, his ritual complete, Aramil sent a final set of purple lightning bolt hands into Alissi's mind, and pulled from it the final scraps of her devastated spell reservoir.
Several judges come over to Alissi, attempting to help her. One of them says "Get her to House Benalia." "No, Lat-Nam. They'll be able to help her."
"Alissi wins, by disqualification!" Squee shouts to the crowd. "For doing real damage to your opponent."
"Real damage? I took an antler to the gut. My opponent can't even form thoughts. Tell me, little goblin, what infliction sounds more real to you!?"
"We're sending her over to the Lat-Nam guys to rebuild her mind. HOPEFULLY, she'll be fine, but she may need therapy. IF you had told us, we could've set up a mental barrier in her so that we could stop any permanent damage," Squee says.
Aramil completely ignored the Selesnyan, but due to his anger, the woman could sense a feeling of gratitude radiate from his thoughts.
Squee sighed, and put a hand on his forehead.
"Alright, come with me. You," he says to another person, "get Glug to carry her to Lat-Nam. Gently."
The ogre comes in, and carefully picks up the unconscious Alissi, and carries her out.