Psybo, the psionic brachiosaurus, works his way to the middle of the arena and telepathically broadcasts to the audience.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderless creatures! Welcome to our first quarterfinal match of the CR .5 edition of the Tournament of Champions! This match features the best of the Chaotic Good forces against the best of the Lawful Evil forces.”
Making his way into the arena and starting at position 115N115E, this combatant measures 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 90 pounds. He has a record of one win, one loss, and zero draws in the main battle, losing to Neutral’s powerful neanderthal! He hails from the distant land of Elfquest on the Prime Material plane, where his tribe is closely allied with wolves. He is currently raising a wolf puppy, who he hopes will mature into a ranger’s animal companion. Representing the forces of Chaotic Good, please welcome the wild elf Beeeeeeeeeeeearclaaaaaaaaaw!”
Bearclaw enters to the wild cheers of the Chaotic Good faction of the audience. He wears his brown hair in a topknot and a necklace with three bear claws in it. Wearing studded leather armor and a light shield strapped to his back, he readies his longbow while his sword Two-Edge stays sheathed at his side.
“Now making his way into the arena and starting at position 0N0E, this combatant measures 2 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 32 pounds. He is winless in the main battle, with a record of zero wins, one loss, and zero draws. In his only loss, he was forced to fight the agile asherati, where he was surprised by his Neutral opponent‘s two weapon fighting style. He is the self-proclaimed Valet from Hell, Defeater of the Saxons, and Sovereign of all Engleberry! Representing the forces of Lawful Evil, please welcome the wispling Weeeeeeeeeeesley!”
The polite applause of the Lawful Evil faction welcome Wesley the Wispling as he enters. Resplendent with his flaming red hair, hellish red cloak, and a fiendishly fabulous yellow tunic under some elf-leather armor, he looks every bit the well adorned tyrant. A light wooden shield is strapped to his back and his short sword is sheathed. His light crossbow is loaded and ready in his tiny hands.
Psybo communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “OK you two, let’s have a fair fight. No unauthorized use of poison, and no wimpy running out of the arena. The Lawful Evil representative will choose whether Bearclaw or Wesley will have the initiative in the first round.”
Psybo waits for the directive from the Lawful Evil commander.
Wesley is given the nod to go first...which is good, because he's twitching and dancing with so much energy he looks like he's about to scream.
Then he screams.
Then he moves toward his soon-to-be-ex-foe, yelling something that might just be intimidating if it wasn't coming from a dandied-up dude of under 3 feet in height.
With an evil gleam in his eye, he moves to 15n15e, drops to the ground, then fires his XBow. As the bolt streaks towards the obviously intimidated elf, Wesley yells "I need a patch for my armor, and your flesh is the perfect color."
Bearclaw dashes to 95e110n and fires his bow at the demented child.
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(sometimes its important to stop gaming and sleep)
"You all are the worst emissaries, ever!" the silver dragon declares, shaking with rage.
"Its a game, a game, I'm only playing. " E. Wiggen My PbP games , Roll Dice
sigh...that AC bonus really worked out. Damn pointy-ears and their bows!
If you want to send me the LG options, I'll give that a try. Maybe I'm meant to be good at heart.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderless creatures! Welcome to our second quarterfinal match of the CR .5 edition of the Tournament of Champions! This match features the best of the Lawful Neutral forces against the best of the Chaotic Neutral forces.”
Making his way into the arena and starting at position 60N0E, this combatant measures 2 feet 6 inches tall and weighs 60 pounds. He has a record of one win, one loss, and zero draws in the main battle, defeating the former Hall of Famer giant fire beetle and barely losing to Neutral’s powerful caribou! He hails from the plane of Mechanus, where his life is so boring and non-descript that it needs no introduction. Representing the forces of Lawful Neutral, please welcome the formian worker Aaaaaaaaaant Booooooooooy!”
Ant Boy enters to the polite applause of the Lawful Neutral faction of the audience. About the size of a jackal or bulldog, he looks like an ant but holds his head and thorax upright. He has humanlike shoulders and arms ending in rudimentary hands with blunt claws.
“Now making his way into the arena and starting at position 60N115E, this combatant measures 1 foot long and weighs 2 pounds. He is undefeated in the main battle, with a record of one win, zero losses, and one draw. In his only draw, while fighting the patient poison dusk lizardman, he was badly injured but easily managed to avoid any further damage. Representing the forces of Chaotic Neutral, please welcome the vapor rat Viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick!”
The hoots and hollers of the Chaotic Neutral faction almost scare Vick the Vapor Rat as he enters. Resembling a large rat expect for the fact that he is gaseous, Vick takes his position and hovers a foot off the ground.
Psybo manifests speak with animals and communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “OK you two, let’s have a fair fight. No unauthorized use of poison, and no wimpy running out of the arena. The Chaotic Neutral representative will choose whether Ant Boy or Vick will have the initiative in the first round.”
Psybo waits for the directive from the Chaotic Neutral commander.
Before General I2K can give the "okay" sign to Psybo, Vick takes off running. Or, floating rather. Ignoring the previously discussed "plan" Vick the Vapor Rat floats straight towards the ant-creature to 60N95E.
The general angrily stands up, "What the...? What's he doing?!"
Pip, honorary lieutenant for the CR 1/2 tournament, pipes up, "Uh, Sir, perhaps he just got excited and filled with adrenaline?"
Ant boy, perhaps overcautious without its 231 closest friends nearby, moves to 60N40E and gets ready to bite Vick when it gets its gaseous butt too close.
Vick chitters quite gaseously, moving ever closer. He gets to 60N75E. He moves before Psybo is able to ding the bell for Round 2, elliciting calls of "foul" from the Lawful crowds.
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Last edited by Infiniti2000; 14th June 2005 at 10:55 PM..
Reason: We need no stinkin' reasons
The Lawfuls, all of them, boo once again as Vick preempts the referee by moving before the Klackon's action can be adjudicated (even with a crit and max damage, it can't hurt, so no need to wait say the Chaotics). Vick, realizing the danger he's in from the bite on this insect-thing if he materializes, merely waits out the draw, sticking out his rodent-like, gaseous tongue.
The general nods in satisfaction. "Next! Bring on the real CN combatant now that we've gotten rid of their best."
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