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| [Tourney] "Hey, Four-Arms!"; Round 3, Sebastian vs Vyse | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Aug 8, 2011 7:04 pm (423 Views) | |
| Sebastian | Mon Aug 8, 2011 7:04 pm Post #1 |
 
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It was the smell of the sea, rotting wood and salt. The air was thick with it, but it cleared his throat and sinuses as the swordsman breathed in. His footing was unsure on the spongy damp deck of the ship. There was film of algae and grime from years of unuse building up on the surface, and the genasi shuddered at the sensation of his skin against the slippery substance. Sebastian wore bare feet for this fight. The water would have soaked through his boots one way or another. From the crest of his white hair, worn today in an untidy ponytail, its tip dangling several inches below his shoudlers, to his yellowed, untrim toenails, Sebastian was prepared for this fight. He was to be facing Vyse, one of the most dangerous warriors in the tournament, and his great cat, Umbriel. The two worked together as a machine, and this had been a pairing the swordsman had dreaded since the beginning of the tournament. He had dearly hoped that the four-armed beserker might have been thrashed out of the running by some other unlucky contestant, but this hadn't happened. The swordsman did not wear his usual garments today. His hooded cloak had been abandoned for the day, his bright blue eyes and wide white scar in plain view without it. He wore loose white pants, cuffed half way down his shins, and the sleeves of his white silk shirt had been drawn up around his elbows, exposing a small patch of his skin between where the shirt ended and his bracers began. While he wasn't wearing his gloomwood leather boots, he still wore his red-stained tunic, offering him additional physical protection, as well as protection from fire. Sebastian stood, one of his razor-sharp swords drawn, on the rotting oak of an ancient ship. His nostrils burned from the salt, but he was focused. Surrounded by the seas, the cool air calmed him. It was a break from the unending heat of the previous two matches. He glanced nervously to his side, sizing up the massive columns of rock and barnacle against which the derelicts had been dashed during the attack on Taras. He was no safer from the four-armed terror in the water than he was on deck. "I am Sebastian," he called to his opponent. "and no mere man has defeated me yet. I do not expect to lose to you." His voice quivered slightly. This was not entirely the truth. Sebastian did not expect to win to Vyse, either. In fact, there was no way he could reasonably predict the outcome of this battle. This wasn't like his match with Ezekial, where the two had been so evenly matched in fighting prowess that the victor was impossible to determine. Instead, this was a clash between two warriors whose fighting styles were so vastly different that it could be anyone's match. From shore, Sebastian heard cheering and chants of names, but he couldn't tell if his own name was being called. Odds and favorites didn't seem to be a matter in this battle. No matter the outcome, this would be a match to remember. |
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| Vyse | Mon Aug 8, 2011 7:35 pm Post #2 |
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Vyse looked up at the ship he was supposed to get on... how was he supposed to get Umbriel on there without breaking anything. He looked at the small barge he was on, it was barely floating with Umbriel and himself in there, he would have to sink this vessel to get onto the ship, he took out his four arms and picked up Umbriel, leaping up and over the railings of the ship where Sebastian was waiting, the force of his jump forcing the smaller craft to sink down into the waters then spring back up, filled with quite a bit of water, but it wasn't going to sink, Vyse smiled, better then he had hoped. He landed with the splintering of the deck under his feet, setting down his partner, Umbriel purred and licked his face, her heavy armor had been repaired for this fight, Vyse was confident she could swim with it on, even if it would be hard for her, though she didn't seem to mind. Vyse stretched as he climbed onto Umbriel's back, drawing his blades Niteo, Lita, Sopheur, and his Sarilyn blade. Their enchantments sparking up, Niteo became a mass of flames, Lita glowed slightly and seemed to become insubstantial, Sopheur's glow was much brighter but it had the same insubstantial quality as Lita, and finally the Sarilyn blade became sheathed in ice. Vyse felt Umbriel move towards Sebastian as he started to talk, Vyse grinned, "Whatever you say Sebastian... I'm going to call you Sebby for short, feel free to call me Vyse, now let's have a nice clean fight." Vyse smiled and waited for the gong for the battle to begin, he reached down and plucked a helmet from a saddlebag, putting it on his head, he could feel the magic working, he would fight to his best against the man, just as he did in every fight. He smirked as he felt the power of Niteo working it's magic, blessing him while forcing his foe to do what was good and right... while some would see the blade's effect as wrong, he used to protect others and force others to give up their evil ways... if only for a time until they could no longer see the blade. Now, only to wait for the gong. ((OOC:Lita is my Lan De Yue Jia. While mounted I am under Haste, you are also now under the mind-affecting abilities of Niteo, forcing your character to act as if he was good aligned.)) |
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| Sebastian | Mon Aug 8, 2011 10:01 pm Post #3 |
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As the magic of Vyse's blade washed over Sebastian, a part of him surfaced that had been locked away for many years. He imagined he was home, in Striberg, 20 years in the past. The enchantment upon Niteo had worked its holy magic upon the genasi, but in drawing innocence and righteousness from his heart, it had created a new reality for the swordsman. He felt a chill against his skin; an eight-year-old Sebastian was home. In a show of frustration, the boy reached up and removed the tie from his hair. His shoulder-length locks fell free about his head, tickling the birthmark on the back of his neck. His mother forced him to wear it back like that whenever he left the house: "If it must be long, at least tie it back. You look like a hermit," she would say, and Seb would glare at her and begrudgingly comply. He would only wear it until he was outside of her gaze, anyway. She was so unreasonable sometimes. "Whatever you say, Sebastian... I'm going to call you Sebby for short. Feel free to call me Vyse. Now, let's have a nice, clean fight." His mum called him Sebby sometimes. Who was this kid? Why did he want to fight him? He was weird, whoever he was. He had four arms and he was sitting on top of a giant tiger. The big cat looked pretty docile, so he figured it wasn't too much to worry about. Seb didn't seem to remember what he had been doing only moments before, but apparently he was about to spar with this strange boy. With his sword in hand, the delusioned bounty hunter began to walk towards Vyse and his tiger, his feet slipping in what he imagined was snow beneath his bare feet. The oozey algae made squelching noises that, to Sebastian, registered as the crunching of frost beneath fresh powder. He brandished his weapon, razor sharp and swirling with a blue aura of frost, as if it were a toy, simply made of wood or leather. Snow fell around Seb as he approached the four-armed kid, a wooden sword in each of his many arms. The swords were each painted different colors. One of them was bright orange and red, like fire. One of them was a pale blue, matching Seb's skin. One of them was white, and almost seemed to be see-through. The fourth blade was similarly transluscent, but it was a brilliant golden color. As he approached his sparring partner, he felt an uncomfortable wave of heat wash over him, and his little blue eyes clicked on the red sword. That one would burn him if he got too close, he decided. "Hey, Four-Arms," the deranged warrior called out, his tone eerily childlike, "where'd you get that big cat?" He held his silver blade out before him now, its point facing Vyse directly. Even from the points of view of the spectators, who could not hear his voice, some bizarre change had undergone the bounty hunter. His composure was different, and he seemed not to register the danger of his opponent. What sort of game was he playing? OOC
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| Vyse | Tue Aug 9, 2011 3:11 am Post #4 |
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Vyse smiled, "I found Umbriel in a forest near the mountains, but we're in a tournament now, we should get ready to fight once the gong rings out." As soon as he finished his sentence, the loud gong brought him to his senses, charging forward on the cat, Umbriel immediately entering her battle state, growling as she ran. Vyse attacked as soon as he was within reach, Niteo thrusting at his left shoulder, Lita thrusting at his leg, while the Sarilyn blade slashed at his neck, and finally Sopheur's blade slashed downward at his right shoulder. His attacks raining down on his foe as Umbriel strikes out with her paw, swiping at his legs, trying to cripple him as she moved, jumping the side and circling him, allowing Vyse to lean over and attack, her paw constantly striking out, always trying to catch him off guard. Vyse chuckled, he had never had a straight fight with anyone, they tended to use magic or poison in this competition... maybe he'd be able to snag the third place trophy, maybe not though, he still had to concentrate on Sebastian. His blades picked up speed, slashing out at his arms and legs only, using his draconic might to further empower his blades. He kept his attacks focused on his arms and legs, he needed him to think he was aiming to disable him. Vyse struck forth, aiming two thrusts and two slashes, the two slashes aimed at his arms while the thrusts aimed for his chest, he wanted to end this match before he got to tired, he would need to coax Umbriel into a boat off of this thing to get to shore. ((OOC:Haste for the dashing to him, and after the first set of attacks I used my Hew with all four weapons to try and disARM you... literally.)) |
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 3:52 am Post #5 |
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A gong rang out, and immediately, a growl escaped the tiger who had moments prior seemed so friendly. Seb wasn't quite sure how to react. He had never fought a tiger before, and he didn't know how such a vicious-looking animal would be able to fight nicely against such a small partner. He didn't like cheating very much, but what could he do? There didn't seem to be any judge around here besides the kid on top of the tiger, and Seb was pretty sure that Four-Arms wasn't on his side. Where was his mum when he needed her? As Umbriel bolted towards her target, the beserker atop, Sebastian reacted strangely. At first, it seemed he hadn't even noticed she was moving. Perhaps she was simply too quick for him. To the spectators, he seemed to be lost inside his head, forgetting the danger before him, or perhaps even his own mortality. He had shed his arm only to have it regrow. Maybe the frostborne swordsman had no mortality. Four wooden swords came upon Seb at once, and he felt an odd sensation of heat against his leg. He cried out in shock at the feeling, and stumbled backwards; it was the only thing he could do to avoid all those blades. Even the sword in his own hand felt useless against so many weapons. The tiger seemed to be a weapon too, as her claws batted at his legs. "I thought this was going to be a clean fight, Four-Arms!" Seb cried, and he snorted with frustration as he did so. This boy was not fighting fairly, whoever he was. He didn't seem to understand that if he kept attacking like that, Seb was going to get really hurt. As he struggled to avoid the swords, which seemed to continuously rain down on him from all angles, he shook his head violently, letting out grunts of frustration every time he jumped out of the way. This boy was not listening to him, and Seb did not like it when he did not get his way. The genasi was fighting abysmally. He was backing away from his opponent, towards the edge of the ship, and seemingly, he made no attempt to fight back, or to effectively stop the charger's press forward. This was a fighting style that the judges had never seen from Sebastian, if it could even be called a fighting style. Finally, the genasi swung his sword for the first time, and those who had been impressed by Sebastian's swordplay in previous matches were suddenly perplexed by the amateur attack he threw. Shrieking like a child in a tantrum, the bounty hunter brought his sword down, aiming for Umbriel's face, throwing all of his might into it and casting the weapon from his hands afterwards. He hopped away from Vyse's attacks one more time, like a mouse trying helplessly to escape from a prowling cat. "You're not being fair, stuipid!" Seb shouted at the weird boy as his sword left his hand, blinking to wipe the stinging tears from his eyes. "Are you trying to kill me, you weird Four-Arms!?" he asked, his chest heaving. He had never become so upset in a sparring match before, but he had never been made a fool of either. This boy was making him very mad, and his tiger too. |
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| Vyse | Tue Aug 9, 2011 4:25 am Post #6 |
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Vyse raised an eyebrow, what was wrong with his opponent, he was terrible... and throwing a tantrum. Vyse gave him an incredulous look, raising one eyebrow, "This is a tournament of arms... my style of fighting is mounted combat, you have magic and swordplay, it's anything goes fighting. I just meant no tricks when I said a clean fight... but alright." He climbed down from Umbriel and patted her side, kicking the Seb's sword back to him. Vyse spun his own weapons, "Alright, there, we're on even footing now, and my name isn't four arms, it's Vyse. Now defend yourself Sebastian, we fight in a tournament, we need to put on a good show for the crowd!" He waited for Sebastian to pick up his blade before moving, attacking with his four blades again, whipping them around while using his full draconic might, parrying or blocking him now was ill advised, his blades becoming a flashing wall of steel, his attacks constantly raining down on Seb, slashing and thrusting as he moved forward, trying to send Seb off the edge of the ship into the waters below. Vyse was slightly annoyed though, it seemed like Seb wasn't taking this seriously and was acting like a child, this was a fight between warriors, not ten year old children. Vyse could feel his anger almost manifesting as bloodwrath... but no, not yet, he shook it from his mind, keeping his blades flowing, keeping his movements clean and swift, losing his head in anger would be the end of him, this wasn't some bandit, this was a trained warrior. Vyse brought his next attack as a quad slash from one side, trying to send him flying into the water, if he hit, then it could be his victory, if not, well he'd just keep on fighting. |
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| Sebastian | Tue Aug 9, 2011 5:30 am Post #7 |
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Seb, taking deep breaths, managed to calm himself down a little. The boy had stopped attacking, finally, but he gave him a questioning look that he found a little insulting. He crossed his arms as he waited for the rude four-armed boy to explain himself. "This is a tournament of arms," Four-Arms said matter-of-factly before pausing to give him another look. Seb wasn't liking his attitude so far. "My style of fighting is mounted combat; you have magic and swordplay. It's 'anything goes' fighting. I just meant no tricks when I said a clean fight..." Seb snorted with disbelief and furrowed his brow. Parading a huge tiger into a sparring match was certainly a trick. He had never had a sparring match against another kid who was trying to actuallykill him! To the boy's surprise, Four-Arms continued his sentence: "...but alright," he said, and he dismounted, gently patting the huge cat's flank. The spectators couldn't believe what was happening. Whatever Sebastian had been doing, it seemed to be effective. He had coaxed Vyse into dismounting and even returning his blade to him. The bounty hunter managed to surprise them in each of his rounds so far. Now, the two combattants seemed to be having a conversation on the ruined ship. "Alright, there. We're on even footing now, and my name isn't four arms; it's Vyse. Now defend yourself, Sebastian. We fight in a tournament; we need to put on a good show for the crowd!" the berserker said, offering the same enthusiasm for battle he seemed to offer in every fight, regardless of the playng field. Sebastian knelt low, frowning deeply, and retrieved his sword, shaking his wrist slightly as if he were shaking dust off of an ancient artifact--in fact, in Sebastian's fantasy, he was shaking fresh snow off of the handle of his sword. Once Seb had reclaimed his wooden sword, he proudly stood, prepared for the four-armed boy, whose name was in fact Vyse, and not "Four-Arms." As soon as Seb had gathered his wits and put himself into combat stance, which was admittedly amateur, Vyse began to press in once more. With all four of his swords, he flailed forwards, forcing Seb backwards. Even without the tiger offering Vyse an incredible boost in relative size, his four-sword technique was impossible to parry or block with only one hand. He was still frustrated, but he would not show it with Vyse having leveled the odds. If the fight was balanced, Seb would try his hardest to defeat him. As all four of Vyse's swords came in on the boy at once, all from one side. Finally, Seb saw his opportunity to block and parry, but when he brought his sword in to stop the attack, he found this to have been a terrible mistake. Before he had even registered the sound of his wooden sword clack against Vyse's, he felt his arm painfully jerked backwards, and he let out a cry of anguish as he lost grip of his sword. He didn't even see it fly out of his hand and into the deep snow around the edges of the arena, as Seb too was sent twirling. Though the force didn't seem to be enough to throw Sebastian off of the boat completely, the crowd gasped collectively as the genasi took his first direct attack from the four-armed berserker, losing his sword and being thrown backwards like a ragdoll, sprawled across the deck of the ship. While Sebastian's words seemed to have been effective against Vyse, his steel seemed to pale in comparison, and it was almost pathetic to watch. As Sebastian landed painfully, rolling across the shipdeck, nearly as far as the railing that sepearated those on board from a long drop to the water, a change seemed to ripple over his body. He was shielding his face from harm as he made his tumble, and in doing so, his vision was obstructed from Vyse's daunting form and each of his four enchanted blades. Breaking eye-contact from the charger seemed to do the trick, but clearly, Sebastian couldn't have known better. Groggily, the bounty hunter lifted himself from the deck of the ship. He felt small bruises forming in many places along his body, and his right arm felt as though it had blocked the trunk of a mammoth. How had this happened? He could not remember. He had blacked out at the beginning of the fight. Had he been thrashed so hard? He screwed his eyes shut and tried to remember, but all that came to mind was the combined form of Vyse and his dire tiger, wielding those four shining blades. Then there was nothing. He dragged himself to his feet and turned to face away from the water, feeling himself becoming seasick despite the ship not even moving. He locked eyes with his opponent, standing in the distance, who seemed to be standing independantly of Umbriel. "Don't pity me, Vyserial. I won't take your restrained strength; get back on your mount," he commanded arrogantly to his opponent before his eyes were drawn down to the berserker's swords. As he took sight once more of Niteo, the righteous blade, his composure once more slackened, and his eyes lightened, becoming closer to white than to blue. They were innocent, eager. "I know you can do it, master Rimeheart, your father's name is enough for me to know that this kind of magic is yours to command," a familiar voice came from behind a twelve-year-old Seb. He was in the orchard behind his house, and his teacher had animated a target dummy for him to practice magic on. The target dummy seemed to be shaped like someone he vaguely recognized, a childhood friend. The dummy had four arms, boards that were crudely shaped like swords nailed into its "hands." Sebastian, his bright eyes focused on Vyse's chest, began muttering an arcane incantation. OOC
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| Vyse | Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:38 am Post #8 |
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Vyse gave him another incredulous look... did the man have some kind of multiple personality disorder... no, he had seen something like this before, with that... Diana Sin woman, she had become a broken sobbing mess when she saw Niteo, it was the same thing, a horrific shifting of personality... this blade wasn't a force of good, it was twisted and wrong, he would never use it again. He sheathed Niteo taking out his fifth blade, Blitz, the cutlass sparking with lightning as he mounted Umbriel. He looked pack at him and spun his blades, "Alright, I figured out what was wrong, Niteo... it was forcing you to be something you aren't, I have realized just how wrong it is to use... I apologize Sebastian, let's start this fight for real, prepare yourself!" Vyse charged forth again, slashing and hacking with his blades, once again targeting the man's arms and legs, trying to slow him down, he had proven to be fast even when he was in a child like state. His blades whistling through the air, now it was time to go all out, his blades cleaving the air, fueled by his draconic might, he smiled, though he knew his foe couldn't see it, his copper helmet made it impossible to see his face, he whooped and crowed happily as he and Umbriel moved around, attacking him, tooth and claw, blade and brawn, this was where it truly started. |
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| Sebastian | Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:21 am Post #9 |
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Sebastian had nearly completed his spell, an Orb of Frost, when Vyse suddenly halted the battle. The four-armed berserker sheathed his blade, Niteo, and drew a new weapon from its scabbard, a curved scimitar, crackling with electricity. Vyse now wielded four blades with dangerous enchantments on them, but at least he no longer wielded fire, the genasi's weakness. Unwittingly, the charger had granted Sebastian a larger favor than he had thought. Niteo no longer visible to the frostborne, he snapped out of his dementia once more, and the magic he wielded fizzled out. Frustration painted his blue face as he realized, slowly, that he had blacked out again. He was intact, and that was the only important matter now. He groped for the hilt on his left hip, but his hand caught only air, troubling the genasi. He had no recollection of his sword flying over the side of the ship, but he drew his other sword anyway, awkwardly removing the blade on his right side with his right arm. As Vyse drew his own blade, Sebastian prepared a spell. He knew details of the berserker's style from what knowledge he had gained between matches and knew that he had a knack for speed, especially while atop his powerful mount, Umbriel. If he was going to have a chance against the swordsman, he would have to remove him from his mount. As Sebastian muttered the short syllables that would conjure the magic, the fingers of his left hand made signs to contain it, and the familiar rush of arcane energy washed over him, concentrating itself in his left hand. "Alright, I figured out what was wrong: Niteo... It was forcing you to be something you aren't. I have realized just how wrong it is to use... I apologize, Sebastian. Let's start this fight for real; prepare yourself!" Vyse talked too much, giving the genasi time to cast his spell. The contents of Vyse's speech, however, served as a slight annoyance. It had been the scoundrel's blade that was forcing him to black out. Had he been acting differently while under the effects of Niteo? The thought made him want to shudder, but he held his body still as he focused on his target: Umbriel. Finally, Sebastian let the spell sail as Vyse and tiger, once again whole, began their deadly charge. If his spell was successful, it would weaken the muscles in the feline's body, potentially causing her to collapse under the weight of her heavy barding and heavier rider. His mouth curled up into a toothy smile as he waited for the magic to pay its due, and he ran to the right, dodging away from the incoming tiger, a new spell already on his lips. He carried on his escape from the tiger's claws in a full-scale sprint, his bare feet sliding against the slimy rotting surface of the shipdeck. He was aimed at a boarding plank that connected the ship they were on now with another ship, one that was slightly smaller. From the appearance of the narrow plank, which was only several feet wide and at least fifteen feet long, Umbriel would not be able to cross it without breaking it or losing her footing. As he made his first couple footsteps onto the board, he had to look straight foward and concentrate all of his focus on channeling his spell to keep from losing his balance from fright, walking carefully to the middle of the flimsy beam, feeling it bend under his weight, before turning with the intention of facing Vyse and his tiger directly. If Sebastain could keep himself out of reach of the charger and his mount, he could throw spells until his arcane energy was depleted entirely. It appeared that, until Vyse was dismounted, this would be the safest way to fight back. For now, his magic would have to focus on the tiger. OOC
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| Vyse | Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:59 am Post #10 |
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Vyse chuckled, he was trying to run, he had Umbriel immediately follow, she ran but was soon flagging... she was slowing down, what was wrong with her, he thought. It hit him rather quickly, Vernon had done the same thing, used a spell to weaken his mount and force her to slow down, he growled, leaning back and slicing the belts of the armor, he watched it fall off her flanks, her speed once more picked up, though this would be all she could do... for now. He dismounted her quickly, he saw Sebastian on the plank, he was trying to force him into fighting him on that board... fat chance. Vyse pointed Lita at him, and muttered, "Cage." A web of lights sprouted around Sebastian, holding him in place in his area on the board. Vyse chuckled as he stomped on the end of the plank, shattering it under his colossal strength, his foe would fall into the water, and into his favor. He whispered to Umbriel, urging her to rest, she obliged, stalking over to the middle of the ship and plopping down, resting to regain her strength, to once again be useful to her master. Vyse looked to see what happened to Sebastian, the cage wouldn't hold him if he fell, passing through it was possible, but very, very painful, if he was in the water Vyse would simply follow. He peered around, looking for his foe, ready to continue the fight. |
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| Sebastian | Thu Aug 11, 2011 7:48 am Post #11 |
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Sebastian's first spell had been successful, Umbriel's armor clanking to the ground, sliced free by Vyse just to keep her motion perpetuated. Her speed had been greatly compromised, and this is all the genasi needed to escape. He gave a triumphant laugh from his safe spot on the wooden plank, a jeering grin plastered on his face. He resorted to mocking his opponent from his secure distance as the charger dismounted and dismissed his beloved tiger to recovery. "Not so powerful when I'm out of your ra-" Sebastian began about to unleash his second spell, Ice Mist, but he was cut off by Vyse's command, spoken with indifference as he extended one of his four enchanted blades to point at him: "Cage." Sebastian found himself confined behand the bars of a silvery cage. The prison itself seemed insubstantial, as if it were made of light and Sebastian could simply take a step to phase through it. He didn't test this theory, however. If magic taught a person anything, it was never to trust the appearance of anything. The genasi found himself in a bit of a panic, abandoning the froste magic that he was only moments away from unleashing. Only moments prior, he had truly believed he had the upper hand, but it turned out that no matter what move he made, the berserker seemed to have some trick up his sleeve to counter it. He couldn't swim, and he was at the mercy of Vyse, whom he had horrifically underestimated. Should the four-armed warrior decide to destroy the plank, Sebastian would simply fall into the water, drowning and forfeiting the match. If only there were some way to escape... This train of thought would be cut short, as Vyse brought his foot down upon the only solid ground supporting the genasi, his blow empowered by the behemoth's strength that drove his muscles. Sebastian swore loudly as he heard the splintering of wood and felt the horrifying lurch of his body being jolted from the ground. Shattered piece of wood and broken bits of board exploded around him, pelting his exposed skin as his magical cage began to plummet, pulling him down with it. He clung to the ethereal bars now, learning only in his desperate grasps that the bars of his prison were, in fact, corporeal and thankfully not enchanted with any sort of harmful curse. It didn't matter now, anyway. He would have been happy to have been immedialtely and almost painlessly fried to a crisp by his own prison than be buried in the water tomb that awaited him. As he struck the water, he cried out desperately, wrenching at his glowing cage, trying desperately to pry it apart. To no avail were his attemtps, and he found himself sinking deeper and deeper beneath the surface. His eyes screwed shut, the breath in his lungs the hourglass that would grant him the last minutes of his life, he began to cast a spell, using the breath that was keeping him alive in exchange for his magic, solidifying his spell with necrotic syllables of power, coming out of him as almost soundless jets of bubbles. As his cage landed gently on the sandbed, his spell caught hold of a suitable target, buried under a shallow layer of shifting seafloor. Beneath the earth, the rotting levyathan opened its ice-blue eyes and shuddered, stretching its ancient, sinewy muscles. Sebastian felt the vibration of his minion's awakening throw his cage off the seabed, and the genasi clung desperately to the bars of the cage and the last of his breath as an enormous wave eclipsed on the shore and rocked the derelict ships that littered the graveyard. Rise from your sleep, Asmodeus, and do my bidding, Sebastian commanded, his will surging into the monster as it pried itself free of its sandy tomb. The creature, a fallen sea serpent, had perished during the attack on Taras, once the ally of a wizard who had fought to defend the city's coast. It had been sleeping for a long time, and now that it was awake, Asmodeus' first task was to drag its master's cage to shore. OOC
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| Vyse | Thu Aug 11, 2011 3:21 pm Post #12 |
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Vyse frowned, could the man not swim... or was he preparing something especially disastrous, though if he couldn't swim, then what he did was horrible, he panicked, running to the mast, he would need a way to save him. He cut deep wedges out of the sides of the mast, using his swords and his enhanced strength to crack and cut the sides, once satisfied Vyse sheathed his blades, putting his four arms around the mast, he twisted it to the side and ripped upwards, the mast splintering and ripping upward to completely dislodge it. He cast it into the water, hopped over the side, snapping off pieces of the long oars from the ship, allowing him to use the broken mast as a makeshift row boat, using his snapped off oar ends with his extra blades he made them cut through the water as he forced the mast to move, looking into the water to search for Sebastian. It only took Vyse a moment to notice a strong wave almost knocking him from the mast-boat, he looked down into the water, and saw a long thin body, did something wander into the contest grounds, or was this a pet of Sebastian's? Either way, if there was some deep sea monster in the area, that only meant trouble, he had something to at least combat it with. He started his chant, he could feel the power of his magic flowing through his veins, soon, yes, soon his mount would be here and he can take this fight to the water. ((OOC: Sorry, forgot to put an OOC on the last topic, well anyway, for this one I used my might to rip out a mast and now I'm casting Summon Water Mount.)) |
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| Sebastian | Fri Aug 12, 2011 3:57 am Post #13 |
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His head pounding, Sebastian squirmed and clutched his throat, struggling to keep himself from simply taking in the deep breath he desperately needed. It was clear enough to the genasi that he was surrounded by water, but his screaming lungs didn't seem to mind; they just wanted to fulfill their duty of breathe in, breathe out. He was prepared to give in, to take in a gasp of the water that he had nearly surrendered to, to be forgotten in the sand and let sleep forever, without need for respiration. He was so close to abandoning the battle when he felt the great jaws of the ancient Asmodeus clasp around his ethereal prison, and despite the water, his eyes flew open. They were bulging and hazy from his lack of oxygen, but he could see the outline of his minion's monstrous maw around him. Water rushed past him as Asmodeus swam, his jaws gaping wide open, holding his master's cage secure. When the water rushing about him became air, Sebastian gave a heaving breath and collapsed, releasing his grip on the cage and giving in to gravity. He lay on the ground, a shuddering heap as he tried desperately to catch his breath, ejecting tiny spurts of water he had accidentally swallowed as he coughed and wheezed. His eyes were screwed shut, and his heart thumped at several times its usual pace, his chest rapidly expanding and contracting as he tried to reoxidize all of his blood at once, nearly hyperventilating. Find Vyse and destroy him, Sebastian commanded wordlessly to his undead levyathan, and the he felt the creature's will ripple back at him, signalling its silent compliance, before a grisly roar sounded, the serpent raising its head above the surface of the water to screech into the salty air before surging into the shallows again, searching for its target. Sebastian, still shaken and laying on the ground, blinked several times, his eyes adjusting once more to the light of day. The glowing cage still enveloped him, but it now lay on its side, the genasi laying on the longer bars of the prison. While not on shore, he was still safely on solid land, his cage having been placed on a slimy rock that jutted from the bottom of the seafloor to the surface, a sort of island plateau. He scanned the surrounding waters. If he were to slip into the water, he would plummet straight down many meters. His island was very small, and very sheer. There were sharp rocks jutting out of the water all around him, and a few of them had flat surfaces like the one he was on. Many of them, parts of his safe haven included, were encrusted with razor-sharp barnacles. These bladed stone pillars would prove dangerous obstacles to Asmodeus and Vyse, should they wage some sort of aquatic battle. Being dashed against one could prove deadly to a Vyse-sized combattant; the scenary evidenced what they were capable of doing to ships. Sebastian pulled himself into a sitting position, watching the water carefully as his monster hunted silently for its prey. |
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| Vyse | Fri Aug 12, 2011 4:23 am Post #14 |
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Vyse felt his spell complete, just in time to, he saw a large sea serpent heading directly towards him, he smirked, this was going to be fun. He took a step forward, seeming to walk on the water... as a massive great white shark surfaces, it's maw opening and closing, making it seem like an odd twisted grin, Vyse smirked, it was time to do what he was meant to do, kill his foe. He quickly draws his weapons, readying his blades for a serpent to shark combat, the shark charging forward to the undead serpent. He dismissed the lightning on Blitz, not wanting to shock his shark or himself when he strikes the serpent. His shark charging in, heading directly to it, he willed it forward, his summoned water mount obeying his will, Vyse quickly planning on how to deal with this monster. He saw the serpent strike out straight at him, Vyse jumped over it's bite, slashing with Blitz's and Lita's blades, not doing much damage to the undead behemoth, even with draconic might, it was decaying and rotting, he'd need to hit it hard with Sopheur. He had the shark turn to aim for it's center, the serpent turning to meet him, this time Vyse was ready for the straight on attack, he crouched and bunched his legs together, springing forward and towards the serpent, barely dodging the bite as he sinks Sopheur into it, letting the beast's own speed rip it open a bit, the holy energy burning through it's undead skin. Vyse smirked as he hit the water, his water mount quickly sweeping him up onto it's back, Vyse roared, more blood would need to be spilled before he was sated. ((OOC: Finished summoning my beast and stopped the Shocking enchantment on my cutlass, don't wanna fry myself)) Edited by Vyse, Fri Aug 12, 2011 4:24 am.
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| Sebastian | Sun Aug 14, 2011 12:34 am Post #15 |
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Asmodeus surged through the water, bringing ominous ripples to the surface as it propelled its gargantuan body. It smelled its human prey nearby. It could not see it in the gloom of the ocean, but it could smell the trespasser's living aura, could sense movement nearby, sending ripple through the water with each movement the human made. The levyathan knew Vyse was there; it was only a matter of finding him. Nearly reaching its prey, Asmodeus sensed a sudden shift in the water. The prey had summoned an ally, yet master urged it forward, commanded it to strike to kill. It closed in on its prey, riding a shark, and brought its enormous serpentine head out of the water, roaring into the open sky, muck and seaweed sliding down its towering neck. Its eyes, now out of the water, fixed sharply on its prey. Vyse became visible to Sebastian now as he mounted a large shark, his blades humming with magic. Perhaps this would not be as simple as Asmodeus tearing a water-logged Vyse to pieces. The resurrection of the ancient levyathan had prompted a battle of beasts at sea. Still, Sebastian was confident in his victory. Asmodeus had Vyse's shark beat in sheer size, at least, and its thick skin prove difficult for the berserker to rend with ease. In addition to these qualities, Sebastian noted another advantage as his servant brought its head out of the water, displaying its full majesty. The ancient monster was horrendous, its rotting, skeletal head a vision of a nightmare. Flaps of bleached, necrotic skin hung loosely from Asmodeus' enormous neck, and mats of seaweed, tangled with forgotten marine treasures, hung from its barnacle-encrusted bones like a filthy, dying mane. Sebastian commanded his Asmodeus to attack, and the creature complied, striking out with its powerful maw directly at its target, and the four-armed charger simply lept over the would-be attack, and followed up with slashes from two of his blades. Asmodeus simply shrugged off the attack as the blades slid harmlessly through decaying flesh, inciting only aggravation in the gargantuan sea-terror. The serpent turned again to face Vyse, and the berserker brought his shark around to do the same. Sebastian commanded his abomination to strike again, and Asmodeus lurched after its prey for a second time. This time, the sea serpent's attack was met with Sopheur, the blade that burned with golden flames. The holy weapon tore through Asmodeus with ease, its enchanted flames burning into the levyathan's patchwork soul, and it bellowed its agony to the sun. Sebastian felt the blow of Sopheur batter his consciousness, trying to sever the connection between the necromancer and his pet, but he held fast to his monster, commanding it to sink back beneath the waves. Asmodeus heard its master's call and dove into the water, pieces of its damaged face falling free as it submerged, ancient flesh and grimy bone sinking to the bottom. The monster followed its broken pieces, swimming circles along the seabed, its rotted belly rumbling against the sand. For the four-armed stinger and its shark to reach him here, they would have to submerge too. |
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