(YB) Shou Ren humbles the Bright Necromancer!

[Ciaran]

The slow beating of drums heralds a grim procession: a line of skeletal apparitions clad in rotted finery, followed by a palanquin borne by half a dozen stocky zombies. A languid hand pushes a curtain aside, revealing a small figure masked in bronze. From behind the mask rasps a human voice:

"Where is the one known as the Bright Necromancer? Come forth, that I may test your strengths with the magics at my command."

 

[Jeph]

The area is filled with a blinding light, a light radiating from a pitch black point. The point distorts, begins to take on the form of a human outline. Suddenly, the colors reverse; it is dark once more, and a tall figure in pure white robes stands proudly.

"I am here."

The figure casts off his hood, glares about.

"What petty insult do you have for me?"

 

[Ciaran]

(What do you mean, "the room"? Who has processions and palanquins indoors? This is taking place outdoors. C'mon, context! Also, it's disrespectful to manipulate another player's stuff without their permission, especially outside the duel. It's really no different from, "Shou Ren gestures with a hand, and the Bright Necromancer bows down before him." Yes, your character is a necromancer, it's in his name and everything, but that doesn't mean you're the only one who can use these tricks. If you're not going to play nice, I'll revoke my challenge and go look for a duel somewhere else.)

 

[Jeph]

(sorry, I didn't mean to offend. The last battle Bright fought was in his own antechamber, so I guess I was still stuck in the indoor mentality. I'll redo the original post, if you want.)

 

[Ciaran]

(Yes please. Leave my damn zombies alone! They're warded anyway...)

 

[Rini]

I know you havn't requested it yet, but would you like me to judge?

::This comes from a young woman in a white and purple robe. You both notice that she has a troop of animals behind her.::

 

[Jeph]

(Ciaran: okay, edited.
Rini: Yay! A judge came before we asked! Might want to keep the critters away from the zombies, though . . .)

"I see a judge has come to act as a gauge of our powers. How fortunate, let us begin at once!"

 

[Jeph]

(oh, right. Rini, just so you know, Ciaran and I were going to test a new form of Style match: magic only. We're going to cast spells and hurl energy at each other, if I understood correctly what Ciaran said in the other thread. I guess it would be just like a normal style match, but any punching, kicking, stabbing, slashing, etcetera, would automatically lose the round, or something. Just wanted to make sure that you knew.)

 

[Ciaran]

"You," says the masked wizard, gesturing to one of his zombies, "insult the fellow." The zombie proceeds to cough out a few mumbled, incoherent syllables. Its rotten tongue then falls out of its mouth.

The wizard shrugs. "I believe what my servant was trying to say is, I find your neighbor to be flatulent, your empire to be unnecessary, and your punch to be ignorable." A sigh echoes behind the mask. "Not much of an insult, to be sure, but what does one expect of a dead mind? You are not worth the effort of coming up with a meaningful insult, in any case."

(By the way, Jeph, how about also making this a Live Targets match? That should be amusing...)

 

[Jeph]

(uh, I think that Live Targets would be a bad idea, as the only living things in the area are Rini's critters. That would not go down well with her. Let's stick to a simple mageduel.)

"Hmph. Well, what do you expect when you let a dead man speak for you. I say, their minds are better for storage then thinking.

I find your sister to be sickly, your orchard to be malodorous, and your Master to be irrelevant!"