Elements RPG! Part 1

[icybraker]

Heimdall instinctively leaps back as he sees a sudden change occur in Ragen. Ragen's eyes boiled red and his muscles swelled. Heimdall sensed that his blood was rushing at an extremely fast speed, increasing his core body temperature and his battle efficiency. However, the temporary superhuman state would not last long.

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Ragen leaps upwards, grappling the golem to the ground using his sheer power and ferocity. Despite the golem's size and weight, Dorfl fell down backwards onto his back, again brought down to his lying position.

Dorfl: 35 (Status Affliction: Hurt Face. Attacks have 20 % reduced accuracy. Size: Very Large. Lying down.)
Ragen: 40 (On top of Dorfl. Activated Status: Blood Boil. Strength increased considerably, constitution also increased. Accuracy decreased by 10 %. Lasts 2 more turns.)

Dorfl, your move.

[Terroking]

Dorfl manipulates his skin to create spikes, then hardening them to the strength of diamonds. Next he quickly shrinks, heightening his agility, and jumps up and over Ragen, raking him with the spikes and coming down ready to dodge Ragen's next move.

[icybraker]

Heimdall watches from a distance as both weary warriors were matched in combat. The golem seemed to be quite a flexible fighter, using obliterating, powerful moves and also nimble and fast ones, like the one he was executing right now. However, the muscular human could withstand all of that, having bounced back from injury after injury.

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Dorfl leaps over Ragen, slicing his head and the front of his body. He lands behind Ragen and pivots on one foot as a dazed Ragen prepares to retaliate.

Dorfl: 35 (Status Affliction: Hurt Face. Attacks have 20 % reduced accuracy. Size: Small.)
Ragen: 30 (Activated Status: Blood Boil. Strength increased considerably, constitution also increased. Accuracy decreased by 10 %. Lasts 2 more turns.)

Almost over, guys. Your move, Ragen.

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To anyone who cares, I use http://www.random.org/ to see if attacks hit and stuff. And my own judgement.

[Reasoner]

Ragen summoned graboids underneath the golem, while he was shocked about the graboids, Ragen picked up hios nearby mace and he flung it against the golems face again.

[icybraker]

Even the wary golem, who had expected a physical assault, was not prepared for Ragen's Graboid summoning. Then, with crushing force, Ragen threw his mace at Dorfl's face. Dorfl's attempt to dodge it had failed as the mace met Dorfl's face. However, Dorfl knew that Ragen had already used 3 very consuming abilities, and using another one would probably require a lot of energy - energy that Ragen now lacked.

Dorfl: 20 (Status Affliction: Mangled Face. Attacks have 25 % reduced accuracy. Size: Small.)
Ragen: 30 (Activated Status: Blood Boil. Strength increased considerably, constitution also increased. Accuracy decreased by 10 %. Lasts 1 more turns. Used 3 skills - high fatigue.)

Dorfl, your move.

[Terroking]

Dorfl quickly spun around, slashing the graboids and picking up the fallen mace. Still spinning he smashes it into Ragen's left arm, then rebounding and striking the right arm as well.

[icybraker]

Dorfl's increased agility, combined with the momentum of the spin, was enough to break Ragen's now weakened left arm. However, when Dorfl attempted to strike his right arm, he missed completely. He knew that it was a very costly error, but his broken face had finally caught up to him and there was nothing he could do about it.

Dorfl: 20 (Status Affliction: Mangled Face. Attacks have 25 % reduced accuracy. Size: Small.)
Ragen: 15 (Broken Left Arm.)

Ragen, your move. DON'T knock Dorfl out, but try to deal 10 or more damage.
http://www.random.org/ is what I use. Luck is luck

[Reasoner]

EDIT: with the last wavering strength Ragen jumped and elbowed Dorfl in the face (original i know) as the golem was falling down he cluitched his two fist toghteher and slamed Dorfl's head once again.

[Terroking]

OOC: ... You just take it?

[icybraker]

Ragen's finishing blows were very powerful. The first one knocked Dorfl clean off his feet, making Ragen's second hit whoosh through thin air. However, he didn't need to use it. Dorfl was already done.

Dorfl: 10
Ragen: 15

----------------SPARRING OVER--------------

"It's over," said Heimdall, striding between the two. Xanriel immediately healed the two back to full health. "Good sparring," Ragen said, attaching his mace back to his belt. "If it weren't for that time when you missed me, you probably would have beaten me. God, you're strong."

"Yeah, but so are you," said Dorfl, chuckling. "And you have so many tricks up your sleeve."

"You're both very adept warriors," said Heimdall, and he meant it. He knew that they would stand a very good chance against the enemies they would face in the future.

[minipika12]

As he slowly stretches and awakes, Zanthos thinks about his family once more. As he has already left them, he decides to not let them down and continue with his quest. He will destroy the Fallen Elves in their name, and then perhaps they would forgive him for leaving, and hopefully give him the Lordship too. After deciding on this course of action, Zanthos arises from his bed and does a few jumping jacks, push-ups, and sit-ups, settling into his routine morning warm-up. This was natural to him and always helped prepare him for whatever he needed to do that day. He quickly dresses, gathers his possessions, and heads to the first floor to check out. As he waits in line to hand in his keys, he notices an old man sitting in the corner of the room. The man looks to be very sick, in danger of dying quickly. A large ostrich-like creature is standing next to the man, seemingly owned by him. After finishing with the keys, Zanthos quickly heads over to the man.

"Are you all right?" He asks, "You don't look very good."

"No," the man says in a very thin and wavering voice, "I've been infected with the Dark Sickness. It is only contagious through Darkness creatures, but I will die in the next few hours."

"Maybe I can help you," Zanthos says, "I have a special skill that may allow me to cure you."

Zanthos channels the life force inside him, feeling it course through his veins, and concentrates it in his hands. He holds them over the sick man, pouring the life into him. As he continues, the man visibly strengthens, his wrinkles fading, his form getting larger and his eyes becoming bright. As Zanthos finishes, the man gazes at him with a look of awe and gratitude.

"Thank you, noble stranger," He says as he continues to gaze at Zanthos with reverence, "You have just saved my life! As payment, I humbly offer to you my mount, an Azif Featherider. It may be common, but you'll find it has speed in its veins.

"I could not possibly accept such a gift. How else will you travel? I am young, able to walk easily, but you are older, and you need such a mount as this to help you journey across the land!"

"Oh no, my kind friend. I have no need for it, since I decided just now that I will stay in this town until the day I die, making a living and telling anyone who wishes to hear my miraculous story."

"Well, thank you for the very generous gift. I shall put it to good use, traveling across the Aether Plains. May your life be happy and long, and may the great goddess Ferox watch kindly over you."

"And may the god Paradox watch over your journey and keep you safe. Goodbye, my healer."

"And goodbye to you, my old friend."

After Waving goodbye to the innkeeper, the old man, and the rest of the town, Zanthos, now on his new mount, continues on his journey through Aetherland.

Zanthos has 14 , 3

[Bloodshadow]

Minipika, if you want to have some action, I suggest you hurry up with your roleplaying and meet up with our characters.

Jonathan hissed sharply and cringed, as immortal blood laced with the corruption of death seeped into his vampiric blade. He severed the link between his hands and the blade, just an instant before the corrupted blood seeped into his veins and infected him. <Phew, that was close,> Jonathan thought.

Jonathan watched as the grey and purple energies of Death danced on his blade. The corrupt energies hissed, trying to erode the black blade into dust; however, although the corruption was enough to deny an angel of his immortality, it was not enough to destroy a legendary weapon such as the Vampire Gladius. "So you thought your corrupted blood would destroy or disable my weapon, Xanriel?" Jonathan asked. "Well, you're wrong."

"I knew it wouldn't be this easy," replied Xanriel. "If my curse does not affect the Druidic Staff that I'm holding right now, surely it would not affect the Vampire Stiletto. It was foolish of me to try to disable your blade by feeding it my blood; for all I know that could've only made it stronger."

"Foolish indeed, Xanriel. That mistake may have just cost you this battle." Jonathan smirked, because once absorbed by his blade, almost any energy was under his control. He pumped Darkness energy into his sword, careful to not let any Death energy leak back into his hands. The Darkness energy subjugated the energy of corruption, and they mixed together to form a purple-black aura that infected and drained life at the same time. Jonathan slashed at the fallen angel before him. "Here, have your energy back!"

A wave of dual Darkness-Death energy rushed at Xanriel, infecting and sucking dry the grass under it. Xanriel watched in horror as his own powers were turned back on him.