The orbs around Roger orbited faster, until they where a whirlwind around him. A pillar of black energy exploded out from Roger, arcing high into the sky, and slammed into Felpurr.
OOC: I just LOVE how evil Roger is getting... soon he's going to start thinking himself a god, I think.
Felpurr falls to one knee as he is drained of his energy. He mutters, half to himself:
"Very well, I yield. Too late, it seems."
Before he completely collapses, Felpurr focuses his mana one last time on a healing spring to cover himself. He lays there semi-conscious as his body begins to slowly heal itself.
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They love and hate to see me walk through the door. I'm the man with the box, one to carry all his Standard cards with him. I've got the commons and uncommons they need. But I've also got my decks. If I walk into FNM, I came to play. And they never know what I'm gonna pull out of my hat next. I may lose more than I win, but it just might be THIS deck that has all the answers that they don't have answers for. They fear the unknown. They fear me. And they never see me coming!
Roger started laughing to himself, inaudible at first, but it built up to a roaring sound, quite eerie to hear. After a moment he abruptly stopped and breathed in. He was done here. He stood, waiting impatiently, for the ring-master to finished the match officially.
Healers come over to Felpurr, but see that he seems to have it covered. They remain nearby, however, ready to heal in case anything is left for them to patch up.
Slightly worried, the Circle master comes over to Roger, and motions his arms towards Roger. "The winner!"
Felpurr gains 1 XP for participating in the festival, awarded immediately. Roger gains 0.5 XP for defeating an opponent of lower level, to be awarded when he returns to Estark.
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The orbs around Roger orbited faster, until they where a whirlwind around him. A pillar of black energy exploded out from Roger, arcing high into the sky, and slammed into Felpurr.
OOC Consume spirit for 13
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
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Felpurr falls to one knee as he is drained of his energy. He mutters, half to himself:
"Very well, I yield. Too late, it seems."
Before he completely collapses, Felpurr focuses his mana one last time on a healing spring to cover himself. He lays there semi-conscious as his body begins to slowly heal itself.
thanks DarkNightCavalier for the sig!
My Trade Thread
Slightly worried, the Circle master comes over to Roger, and motions his arms towards Roger. "The winner!"