"That's it. I have had enough of your damned guild's stupidity. You have no right assaulting me for being victorious in an arena battle. I, however, do have a right to defend myself."
With those words, the air around Aramil's body began to pick up, and he was holding his staff before him.
Life - 20
Field:
1x Island
Yard:
Nada
OOC: Yeah, you've gone and pissed him off this much.
Aramil whirled some air into his hand and focused it into the shape of a knife.
He walked forward, grabbed the forming elf by it's hair with his left hand, pulled it's head back, and tore a slice through the creature's neck, killing it before it could even form.
Cyouni's head snaps to the side to watch the erupting brawl. That's Tai and...whoever was just disqualified. Aramil, I think it was.
A hand comes up to rub at his face. I can't risk it bleeding over into this area. I have to avoid using these tattoos as much as possible. Almost hidden at his side, the symbol on his left hand begins to glow...
Roger, like most everyone in the crowd, heard a bunch of shouting behind him. Then he felt mana being drawn. He turned to see Aramil fighting with some fellow he'd never met. Aramil? Aramil? What's going on? He figured the question would go unanswered. Roger began to head up the stands, to get between the crowd and the fighters.
"Everybody get back, NOW." He didn't draw on any mana, but he was ready to if need be. The bubble around Aramil and his opponent grew.
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OOC: Tattoo boy? It's only visible on the right hand...which itself Roger probably can't see...you'd be better off calling Tai that.
Cyouni pulls himself out of his seat with a languid grace. "I hope that I'm not the one you're calling by that name." He lopes over to where Roger is, shaking his head wearily.
OOC Well, he doesn't know you and I figured tatoo-boy would be a safe bet.
"We have to keep the civilians away from them. The name's Roger, by the way."
Without warning, a white light comes out of nowhere, striking all four combatants in the face.
"ALRIGHT!" Squee shouts during the sudden silence. "More talking, less trying to kill each other. 'Kay?"
Beside him are two guardsmen. Neither seem to have a full grasp of mana, and are probably not full mages, but they do have lots of scrolls, and signs that they have drawn upon mana.
Tai sighed and glared at his opponent with impotent rage. As the battle cools, Aramil could sense glimpses of Tai's scarred mind, obviously torn apart by a skilled mind mage, and pain-stakingly reconstructed. He also sensed the pain of a lost love...violently torn from him.
Cyouni shrugs, unaffected. He rummages in his satchel for a second, pulling out a gem.
I really should have done this earlier. He forms it into a silvery cloak and pulls it around himself, vanishing from sight. Silently moving back to his seat, he sits down, not bothering to pull the cloak off.
Aramil finds that it's rather hard to do that, considering his mouth has been temporarily magically sealed shut.
Once the spell lifts, Squee says "Okay, now, mister..." he glances at the roster, "D'Angelo..."
"If you wish to challenge Mister Teuval," a zombie says, stepping up besides Squee, and carefully enunciating the 'mister', "Please talk to my client, Mister Squee."
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I should probably thank you for the bit with that pyromancer. I don't think she'll try anything on this plane again.
Reeling from the pain, he stood up, and was ready to tear into whoever just dared to lay a hand on him.
"How dare you!?"
"I'll speak with you more at length as soon as I take care of this fool."
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After he works his way back to his friends, and says "I think we found the reason Sokoth is in jail."
The clawed man glances over at the scuffle in the stands. "Interesting."
With those words, the air around Aramil's body began to pick up, and he was holding his staff before him.
Field:
1x Island
Yard:
Nada
OOC: Yeah, you've gone and pissed him off this much.
Tai's tattoos glowed a brilliant emerald, as he summoned an elf to his side.
Life
20
Lands
Forest *1 (T)
Creatures
Skyshroud Ranger *1 (SS)
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Squee, however starts shouting something as he's tearing up the stands. At this distance, with the screams, it's impossible to tell.
He walked forward, grabbed the forming elf by it's hair with his left hand, pulled it's head back, and tore a slice through the creature's neck, killing it before it could even form.
Then, the winds around Aramil picked up more, and Aramil quickly tore into Tai's mind, severing his connection to his mana.
Cast:
1x Boomerang
Field:
2x Island
Yard:
1x Force Spike
1x Boomerang
Life
20
Lands
Plains *1 (T)
Creatures
Honor Guard *1 (SS)
Graveyard
Skyshroud Ranger *1
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Then, Aramil's cyclone grew again, and his right hand srated swirling maddly with wind.
Aramil punched Tai in the face as Tai had punched him, and Tai's mana source once again disappeared.
Cast:
1x Boomerang
Field:
3x Island 2 :symtap 1:symq:
Yard:
2x Force Spike
2x Boomerang
A hand comes up to rub at his face. I can't risk it bleeding over into this area. I have to avoid using these tattoos as much as possible. Almost hidden at his side, the symbol on his left hand begins to glow...
OOC: Unrelated third party.
Aramil? Aramil? What's going on?
He figured the question would go unanswered. Roger began to head up the stands, to get between the crowd and the fighters.
"Everybody get back, NOW." He didn't draw on any mana, but he was ready to if need be. The bubble around Aramil and his opponent grew.
"Tattoo boy, come help me keep the peace."
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Cyouni pulls himself out of his seat with a languid grace. "I hope that I'm not the one you're calling by that name." He lopes over to where Roger is, shaking his head wearily.
"We have to keep the civilians away from them. The name's Roger, by the way."
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"Cyouni." How did I get pulled into all this, again?
Cyouni rubs his face with the glowing hand.
OOC: Play Plains, and await Red.
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"ALRIGHT!" Squee shouts during the sudden silence. "More talking, less trying to kill each other. 'Kay?"
Beside him are two guardsmen. Neither seem to have a full grasp of mana, and are probably not full mages, but they do have lots of scrolls, and signs that they have drawn upon mana.
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OOC Did Silence really seal our mouths shut?
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I really should have done this earlier. He forms it into a silvery cloak and pulls it around himself, vanishing from sight. Silently moving back to his seat, he sits down, not bothering to pull the cloak off.
Once the spell lifts, Squee says "Okay, now, mister..." he glances at the roster, "D'Angelo..."
"If you wish to challenge Mister Teuval," a zombie says, stepping up besides Squee, and carefully enunciating the 'mister', "Please talk to my client, Mister Squee."
The creator of Maro's Magic 8-Ball!