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reposting fights to here......Originally Posted by ChaplinGrimOriginally Posted by ChaplinGrimmOriginally Posted by ChaplinGrimm
Last edited by Romulus; July 11th, 2006 at 17:12.
40K: Tyranid, Necron, Space Wolves
Fantasy: Dark Elves, Lizardmen, Orcs & Goblins, Dwarves
More fights......and Typo'd on the Title! lolOriginally Posted by Darkreever
Last edited by Romulus; July 11th, 2006 at 17:15.
40K: Tyranid, Necron, Space Wolves
Fantasy: Dark Elves, Lizardmen, Orcs & Goblins, Dwarves
Okay everyone. I'm serious now. The chitter-chatter stops now. Nothing other than the battles get posted here. If I see people commenting in this thread, I'll delete your posts. If you feel the need to make a comment, do it in the other thread.
Results coming directly. Here were my matchups
Solitaire Bumstead vs Bjorn Ironmane
As the still sparking corpse of the Iron Father was pulled from the grounds, the Solitaire known as Bumstead appeared silently in the open gate. With a practiced hand he readied his ancient weapons. The low thrum of plasma coils began pulsating from his side, though the roar of the crowds droned it out. He slammed his combat weapon into the ground, peppering himself and the audience with gravel as the monofiliment tendrils fired forth in an explosion which rent the very ceramite tiles that adorned the arena floor. Confident that his weapons were in working order, Bumstead sunk crosslegged and awaited his prey.
From the other end of the arena, a piercing howl bellowed from the open gate. Bumstead craned his neck, curious as to what manner of beast made the sound. Much to his disappointment, it was only a man that stalked forth. Bjorn Ironmane entered the arena with as much majesty and poise as if he were royalty. His movements did not match his appearance however. Wolf totems and skins adorned his ancient power armor. His long, tangled hair and greasy, braided beard flowed gently on the slight breeze. His face, while at first glance appeared normal, had an slight elongation at his nose and mouth. Close inspection would make one believe a feral beast in human form stood before them, not one of the Emperor's own. In one hand he held a long hafted hammer, the head pulsated with arcane life. In the other was a well worn chain axe that had seen the entrails of many a foe. As his eyes settled upon his enemy, another great howl peeled from his throat. He spoke no words as he began to charge.
Bumstead sat silently as the monstrous man ran at him. As Ironmane reached the center of the arena, he made his move. His body was a blur to the crowd, dust clouds were the only way they could follow his movements. As he closed the gap with the Space Wolf, his limbs began their dance as years of training and fighting took over. He dodged and weaved between the raining blows of the great hammer, it may as well have not been moving with the ease at which Bumstead dodged around. Much to his amazement, the great beast dodged the plasma shot he had lined up with the back of it's head. This dog was well trained. The Harlequin's Kiss shot forth more times than even Bumstead could count. Many of the blows were turned away, but two hit home. A huge tangle of hair, metal, and flesh was ripped from Bjorn's right shoulder, as was a second clump from his left calf. Bumstead paused to watch the life fade from his enemies eyes. Two pits of burning rage were all that stared back at him. Realizing too late that his prey had survived, Bumstead leapt back only to be caught square in the side by the pulsating hammer.
The world spun as Bumstead hit the ground. The shouts of the people had been replaced by a high pitched whine. Blood flowed freely from the mouth hidden under the mask of the Solitaire, but still he made no sound. His balance still betraying him, Bumstead managed to roll and block the blows that the now charging Marine fired on him. The Kiss sang out once more in a flurry of motion, but there was no strength behind his blows.
As the Solitaire swooned before him, Bjorn grasped his hammer in both hands and swung. He connected solidly, and Bumstead's body crumpled before him. In the stands, the Eldar's head landed with a thump at the feet of the cheering crowd. Bjorn raised his hammer and let loose a triumphant bellow as one member of the arena held aloft his new souvenier.
Bumstead wins charge
Plasma hits, fails to wound
12 attacks on charge, 9 hits, 7 wounds, 5 saves
Bjorn gets 6 attacks, hitting on 6s, 1 hit, 1 wound, no save, Instakill(2 wounds)Bumstead now on Init 1
Bjorn gets 5 attacks, hitting on 6s, no hits
Bumstead gets 6 attacks, 3 hits, 2 wounds, 2 saves
Bumstead (back at init 8 now) gets 6 attacks, 5 hits, 2 wounds, 2 saves
Bjorn gets 7 attacks, hitting on 3s, 3 hits, 1 wound, no save, Bumstead dies.
Nescmodi Reork vs Zellend Grimjaw
No sooner had the 13th Company Wolf lord left the arena did his comrade Zellend Grimjaw ride into the arena on a gleaming, rumbling motorbike, covered in just as many wolf totems as his predecessor. The huge tires left a palpable trail of dust, his battle cries inciting the crowd into a frothing throng of cheers. As his engine idled and the dust began to settle, Grimjaw could see a form stalking cautiously through the cloud. Green skin and leather was all Grimjaw could make out, and his mind instantly brought up the image of his mentor being cut down by an Ork klaw. Rage began to boil over him as he gunned his engine. The figured stopped dead at the sound, a feral beast padded up next to him. As the dust finally settled, Grimjaw found himself staring at the largest Kroot he had ever seen. The kroot hound beside him looked normal enough, but the Kroot itself had the thick sinewy musculature and green toned skin of an Ork. Even it's beak resembled an Ork maw, the lower portion jutting out just a bit further than the upper mandible. A rifle was strapped to it's back, but the thing that caught Zellend's attention was the cruel looking armored gauntlet that the thing was carrying. The claw resembled a scavenged Eviscerator he had seen Battle Sisters weild. A smile crossed his lips from beneath is wolf skull helmet as he activated his own weapons. The low hum of the Lighting Claws was lost under the rumble of his engine. As the kroot reached for it's rifle, Zellend charged.
The bike cut the distance between them in a heartbeat. Zellend's claws shot forth to carve the xenos into small pieces. While many of the blades did find their mark, several were turned back in flashes of red energy. A small charm hung from the Kroot's neck, glowing more bright with each attack. As Grimjaw stared blankly at this charm, the Eviscerator gauntlet crashed into his back. Pain exploded through him as stars filled his vision. Before a second blow could land, the Space Wolf twisted the throttle and blew past his enemy, the hound trailing him futilely. As his vision cleared, he again saw the xenos again reaching for it's rifle. "Fight like a man damn you!" was his battle cry as he again revved his engine and sped towards the Kroot. Grimjaw leaned back hard on his seat, pulling the front wheel from the ground as he drove ever forward. Unable to get a clear shot, the Kroot began to circle the oncoming marine. Just as it did this, Grimjaw pushed his weight forward to slam the front wheel back down and leaned his whole body into a tight turn. His knee plate dug a jagged groove into the arena floor as the heavy vehicle banked straight towards the Shaper. It brought it's rifle up to block the Space Wolf's attacks, but the weapon shattered under the force of the Lighting Claws blow. The second shot took the Kroot off it's feet and slammed it into the cold ground. Grimjaw watched as the hound ran towards the two of them. He readied himself for the attack only to see the beast tear into the dead flesh of it's former master. With a grunt of disgust, he drove back into the bowels of the arena.
Zellend wins charge
6 attacks, 4 hits, 2 wounds (LC reroll) 4 wounds, 2 saves
Nescmodi gets 4 attacks, 1 hit (Veneration Charm reroll) 2 hits, 1 wound, no save, instakill for 2 wounds
Hound gets 2 attacks, 1 hit, fails to wound
Zellend gets 5 attacks, 4 hits, no wounds (LC reroll) 3 wounds, 1 save, Nescmodi dies
Romulus vs Singultus
The arena was silent for several moments after the cleanup crews exited. The cheers of the audience slowly turned to low murmurs and hushed whispers. After what seemed like an eternity, a new combatant finally entered the arena. The figure that stood before them was obviously a servant of Chaos. Besides the Chaos markings and World Eater iconography that adorned his armor, a palpable evil rolled off this man. Whole sections of the arena fell silent as his gaze swept them. "What's wrong?" his voice shattered the silence like a hammer "Are you no longer enjoying yourselves. Mayhaps the shame of spectating and not participating has gotten the better of you. Would it comfort you to know that after I claim this title I plan on killing every last one of you?" The audience seemed to inhale all at the same time. "No? Well then, perhaps I should only kill half of you, and allow the other half the pleasure of serving the true Gods of this Verse for all eternity. Does this please you?" Again, his presence seemed a tangible force that kept the audience silent. "You are all worthless and weak. You shall be ground to dust by the will of the Dark Gods. Watch my enemy, and know your fates!" With that, he turned to face the opposing gate. A large crate was being drug from the entrance by several of the handlers. Realizing what this meant, a slow smile crept forth over Romulus' lips. "Dark Ones, I face a Tyrant of the Hive, bless me so that I may slay it in you honor" he cried as he pulled a small bar of metal from within his forearm. As he held it aloft, the bar began to twist and fold in upon itself, growing larger and larger. Within seconds, a vicious looking axe was in the Lord's hand. He slammed the pommel into the ground several times, keeping all eyes on him.
On the far side of the arena, the handlers released the safety latches on the crate and ran back as one side fell to the ground. The hideous form of a Tyranid HIve Tyrant stalked out. All four of it's arms ended in conical shaped devices, their surfaces covered in small holes. The beast lashed out at the slowest of the handlers, barely missing him with it's tail. A deep bellow wrenched it's attention to the center of the field "Hear me beast. Know that you have met your death. Come forth, and know the meaning of pain." With that, Romulus hefted the axe above his head and charged forth. The Tyrant ****ed it's head to one side, as if studying it's attacker, and then straightened and let loose a cloud of beetles. All sound was drowned out as a rattling, buzzing sound of hundreds of small beetles filled the air. Romulus barely had time to bring his axe up to a defensive position before he disappeared under the cloud. As quickly as the creatures had engulfed him they fell to the ground. Romulus slowly straightened as several more of the creatures fell dead from his armor. As his axe fell to his side, the audience could see dozens of holes riddling his chest plate, and dark black ichor pouring freely from many of them. Romulus stood there for a heartbeat, and then tumbled forward in a heap. The crowd began to roar with excitement, but this just drew the attention of the Tyrant. As it braced to let fly another barrage and the audience scrambled over one another to get clear, a sharp crack was heard. The stench of ozone filled the air as the Tyrant reeled and swooned, as if drunk. Several handlers armed with long electric prods managed to wrangle the Tyrant back into it's crate. Seeing they were again safe, the audience renewed their cheers as the crate and the corpse were taken back down below.
Singultus wins combat
12 Devourer shots, 9 hits (Twin Linked reroll) 10 hits 7 wounds (Living Ammunition reroll) 9 wounds, 6 saves, 3 wounds, bionics fail, Romulus dies.
Gredge Moroon vs Shas'O Mi'Kel
The arena stood bare again, craters and furrows marring the ceramite blocks that made up the floor. A Tau battlesuit emerged from the gate, the markings of a Shasâ€™O adorned the robotic head and armored chassis. Beside him, a small drone hummed almost silently as it bobbed slightly in the breeze. Shasâ€™O Miâ€™Kel waited patiently for his opponent to emerge.
Across the arena, Gredge Moroon came into view. Each step echoed with the servos and whines of bionics along with a very subtle limp. The scrolls and sigils covering his Terminator Armor indicated he was a Grandmaster of the order Daemonhunters. A great, glowing sword hung at his side.
Gredge stared down the lifeless â€śeyesâ€? of the Battlesuit before him. â€śYou are no daemon, so you are of no use to me. I shall end you quicklyâ€? The suits only response was gunfire.
Plasma and Fusion Blaster sang out in unison as their deadly payload arced towards the Grandmaster. With speed the belied the size of the suit, Gredge was able to roll from all but one of the blasts which glanced harmlessly off his ancient armor. He rose from the roll at full speed, charging straight towards the xenos. His blade swung true, and huge rents were torn from the Battlesuitâ€™s chest. Knowing he had pierced deep to within the very ****pit, Gredge centered his thoughts to that of cooking the Tau inside alive. Before he could bring his psychic wrath to bear, his weapon was nearly wrenched from his hands as the suitâ€™s thrusters engaged and pulled his prey out of reach.
Landing safely a few meters away, Miâ€™Kel let forth another volley from his arsenal. Again, the Marine proved too nimble even under what must be an enormous weight as only one of the shots found their target. This time Miâ€™Kel was sure it had struck true, for it had been his weapon arm the Plasma bolt had hit, and the arm fell dead as he swung. The shots that had dug deep into the suits circuitry before merely bounced off the armor this time. As Miâ€™Kel kicked and dug and attempted to engage his thrusters a second time, his drone swooped forward and smashed into Grandmaster Moroonâ€™s face. The shock was enough to knock him backwards and allow the Shasâ€™O time to flee. Blood now flowed freely for the first time this battle, as Gredgeâ€™s shattered nose hemorrhaged blood at an alarming rate.
Miâ€™Kel attempted another volley as the wounded Grandmaster tried to regain his feet. The now damaged targeter on the Fusion Blaster sent the shot wide, but the Plasma struck home both times. A blue ripple intercepted each blast milliseconds before it would have cauterized the humanâ€™s torso, the protective ability of the armor now becoming fully evident. Miâ€™Kel braced for the charge.
Fully enraged by the xenosâ€™ refusal to die, Gredge steeled himself for a final assault. He aimed his blows directly at the damaged front armor, cutting a large section out entirely. The Tau housed inside struggled with his release latches, but not quickly enough. With a serpentine strike, Gredge separated the upper portion of Miâ€™Kelâ€™s head from his jaw. The suit went ominously rigid and silent, and the buzzing drone fell dead from the air. The Grandmaster spat and turned to leave.
Miâ€™Kel wins charge
Fusion hits, wounds, saves
Plasma hits twice, 1 wound, 1 save
Gredge gets to actually charge
5 attacks, 4 hits (MC reroll) 4 hits, 3 wounds, no saves, psychic test fails
Miâ€™Kel gets 4 attacks, 3 hits, 2 wounds, 2 saves, Drone misses
Miâ€™Kel uses Retrothrusters to Hit and Run
Fusion hits, no wound
Plasma hits twice, 2 wounds, 1 save
Gredge charges back into combat
5 attacks, 2 hits (MC reroll) 3 hits, 3 misses (rolled all 1s)
Miâ€™Kel gets 4 attacks, 3 hits, 2 wounds, 2 saves, Drone hits once, wounds, Gredge fails save
Miâ€™Kel uses Retrothrusters to Hit and Run
Plasma hits twice, wounds twice, 2 saves
Gredge charges back into combat
5 attacks, 4 hits (MC reroll) 4 hits, 2 wounds, Miâ€™Kel dies
All fights done (and I realized that the fluff ending to the Bumstead/Bjorn fight got cut off somehow, replaced it)
Last edited by Gojiratoho; July 14th, 2006 at 18:37.
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-Arnoldunit Schwarzenecronegger; when questioned about the impending doom he would rain down upon the heads of his doomed enemies.
Yossanrion Brings It Home!
Here are my results, as typed to Assassin and Supermassive Black Hole by Muse.
Battle One: Etan Ezekiel Barbarossa vs Daragoth
Etan strode into the arena, his long brown leather coat, flapping in the wind. He checked his Storm Bolter "Old Glory", and whispered to it: "Come on girl, lets do this. Show them what you've got, my good girl." Sniggering was heard from the otherside of the arena, and a shadowy figure stepped forward into the light, and still the shadows hugged her body. A white grin of razor sharp teeth appeared from the shadow.
"You talk to that old thing? You are mad, and I must save you from this maddness by way of death."
Etan gripped fast onto Old Glory.
"Shadow, you know not what you do. This hears my girl, and she ain't gonna take that kind abuse."
Whispering to the storm bolter Etan raised it, and fired. The shots hit right on the shadow, and while one seemed to dissapear, and other penetrated the shadow. In an instant the grinning shadow was replaced with a wounded Dark Eldar mistress, and one that was not so smug, but was substationaly more irrate. With a thought she fired a spilter of poisned glass at Etan, but his well worn Carapace Armour deflected the evil shard. Whilst Etan stepped back after being shot, Daragoth ran forward. She pumped her body full of drugs, and feeling the pleasureable sensation pulse through her, she acted upon instinct.
"Left, right, infront, behind, above, below, 6 LETHAL POINTS!"
Ethan staggered back from the onslaught his stomach bleeding, and his thigh pumping out blood. He stapped back "Wild Wing" his master crafted power dagger, but to no avail, the Wych was too fast. Daragoth danced around Etan, striking him left, right, all of the 6 lethal points she had been insturcted in the art of attacking from, but as she closed in for the killing blow from behind, a feild stopped her blade, and sent her reeling. Etan swung around with Wild Wing, and stapped it deep into Daragoth's chest. She heaved with pain and pleausre, and wrenched herself off the blade. Again, she pumped herself full of the drugs, and grinning with the joy of pain and pleasure, she stapped into Etan's heart. As she pushed the Punisher through his body, she drew close to his face. She reached forward to steal his life in a kiss of death, cradling his head in her arms. Etan only smiled, and spat in her eye. Daragoth withdrew grimacing, Etan laughed, his last laugh. He collapsed on the ground before Daragoth, his Browncoat blood stained and proud. The Crowd remained silent. Daragoth waited for the roars of victory, but none came. It seemed Etan was getting a little memorial.
"Nevermind" she thought. She'd have the audience applaud her... on the Slave ships after she was chapion of this arena.
Etan shoots with storm bolter, 2 hits, 2 wounds, 1 wound on Daragoth, loses shadow field
Daragoth splinter pistol 1 hit, 1 wound, saved
Daragoth Charges â€“ combat drugs: +1S, +1A, +1W, No OD
Charging, 6 attacks, hitting on 3+, hits with 5, 4 wounds
Etan saves 2, takes 2 â€“ 1 wound left
Etan Attacks â€“ 4 attacks, hitting on 4+, 2 hits, no wounds
Daragoth attacks +1S, +1A, +1W, No OD, 5 attacks, 2 hits, 1 wound, saved
Etan attacks, - 4 attacks, 2 hits, 1 wound, DE takes one wound
Daragoth attacks +1S, +1A, +1W, No OD, 5 attacks, 3 hits, 2 wounds, Etan takes 2 wounds, and dies
Battle Two: The Scion vs Mortus the Mystic
Mortus strode into the areana, and watched the remains of Etan being solomley carreid off. His attention snapped back to the arena, and he saw before him a being of steel, and hate. It floated upon a platform of power, and carried a staff that pulsed with with energy, much Likes Mortus' own Bedlam Staff. Tzeentch was going to be pleased with Mortus' victory, if he won. The Necron lord suddenly pointed his staff at Mortus, and 3 green energy blasts impacted Mortus' Gold and Blue Terminator Armour, with no effect. The Lord then charged into Mortus, but Mortus was ready, and calling upon Tzeentch and the warp, he struck the Necron lord, tearing part of it, and stabbing into the ciructryinside. The Scion, unable to defend against Warp Magicks, was paraylsed, and Mortus twirled the staff about, again bringing it 30cm below the the previous blow, and again using his powerfull warp abilities to defeat the metal monster. Obiovusly the Scion was unable to defeat him, because he could not change his ways, like Mortus had. With confidence that this would be the final blow, Mortus The Mystic brought the bedlam staff towards The Scion's head. However, a metal hand blocked the way, and gripping the staff, the Necron lord swung back, failing to hit Mortus as the Warp coursed along his own metal body. Mortus and The Scion stood there for moments, locked in combat, each unable to best the other. But the wounds delt by Mortus were taking a toll, and The Scion's grip on the Bedlam Staff lessend, ever so slighty. With this fact changed, Mortus The Mystic rammed the bedlam staff into The Scion's head, and calling upon the power of the Warp, and Tzeentch, he destroyed the Scion in an explosion of metal and magic. The arena cheered with joy, and some stopped cheering as metal peices of The Scion flying through the air because of the explosion, smacked them in the head, Chuckling to himself as he left the charrhed metal scraps of the Scion behind in the arena, Mortus knew that the champion of the arena would change to be him.
The Scion shoots 3 hits, 1 wound, saved
The Scion charges, Mortus stikes first, 5 attacks, 4 hits, 1 wound, save failed The Scion takes 1 wound canâ€™t attack because of the bedlam staff
Mortus strikes first, 5 attacks, 4 hits, 1 wound, The Scion fails save, canâ€™t attack because of the bedlam staff,
Mortus attacks, 5 attacks, 3 hits, 1 wound, The Scion saves.
The Scion attacks, 3 attacks, 1 hit, no wounds
Mortusattacks, 5 attacks, 4 hits, no wounds
The Scion â€“ 3 atacks, 1 hit, no wounds
Mortus attacks 5 attacks, 4 hits, 1 wound, failed save, Necron lord Dies.
Battle Three: Unnamed Tyranid Tyrant vs Putracine
Having seen the Tzeentch fool best his opponenet, Putracine vowed to best him. Walking into the dust and bloodswept arena, Putracine looked around, and came face to face with his Opponent. Or rather, the Jaws. The Tyranant roared blasting the Chapion of Nurgle back in the air, and lashed out with 4 massive scything talons, one striking thourgh the Nurgle Blessed Terminator Armour, dripping with acids, that easily sliced through decaying flesh. Putracine however, was not afraid of wounds, it was just a place from Papa Nurgle to place more blessings. Silienty, Putracine hauled himself to his feet, and marched swiftly towards the tyrant that roared in victory. He punched forwards with his Powerfist, and grapping its ribcage from within, pulled it clower, enough to pummel its head with with his powerfist. Again, and again, and AGAIN! He brought the crushing power deepinto the Alien's head. With its death throughs, the Tyrant failed its claws at him. Putracine merely felt the Talons "ping" of his armour, and with a final twist, he grappedhold of the tyrant's neck, and broke it. Acknoledging the roaring crowed Putracine left the arena, confident that he would get further than that Tzeentch fool ever would.
Tyrant charges, 6 attacks, 5 hits, 2 wounds, 1 passed, 2 wounds delt( Implant attack)
Putracine attacks back 4 attacks, 3 hits, 3 wounds, 3 wounds taken, 1 wound left
Tyrant attacks, 5 attacks,2 hits, no wounds
Putracine attacks, 4 attakcs, 3 hits, 3 wounds, 2 saves, one wound, tyrant dies
Battle Four: Cannoness Adriana vs Canoness Sancia
Canoness Sancia walked out into the light of the areana, her Inferno Pistol hannging by herside, and Blessed Weapon sheathed over her back. 10 paces from her stood Canoness Adriana, hovering above the ground, and eviscarator slung behind her back. She too had an inferno pistol by her side. It looked like it would have to be a quickdraw contesnt. Adrian was quicker to her gun, she pulled it out of the holster, and fired. The shot was true, but a wall of bliding light defelcted the shot from the other Canoness. Sancia did the same, and the same wall of light appeared, however this was a blue light, as compared to Sancia's own yellow. With a roar of "hereitic!" Sancia dove forwards, jumping intothe air, to unsheath her blessed weapon into Adriana's face. However the weapon clanged away from her face, after a sheild of blue light appeared. Adriana responed with her eviscarator, noisy, and petrol smelling, it crahsed to the ground where Sancia had been before she jumped out of the way. As Adriana tried to lift the massive chainsword from the ground, Sancia again swung at at Adriana, again to be tharwarted by the blue wall of light. Adriana swung the Eviscarator in a wide arc, the roaring, tearing blade slamming into the side of Sancia, and cleaving her in two. Or at least, thats what would have happened if Sancia's Yellow Wall of light had not prevented the Eviscarator from doing so. Both Canonnesses were exhausted, but were still alive. Sancia raced forward. Her blessed weapon delt two massive gashes in Adriana's side, leaving her bearly alive. Gritting her teeth and tougne through the blood swelling in her mouth, Adrian swuning the eviscarator again. The tootheed blade ripped though Sancia's side. Gasping in pain, she sung her blessed weapon hard, decapitating Adriana. Using her last concsious breath to spilt blood on the head of the heretic she had destroyed, she collapsed to the wild cheering of the crowd, and the voices of Medics saying that it would be alright, she was into the next round.
Cannoness Adriana shoots first, 2+ inv. Save used by Canoness Sancia
1 shot 1 hit, 1 wound, save passed
Canoness Sancia shoots, Cannoness Adriana passes faith test,
1 shot 1 hit, 1 wound, Saved
Canoness Sancia gets charge
Both get 2+ inv.
Canoness Sancia stirkes first
4 attacks, 2 hits, 1 wound, saved by Cannoness Adriana
Cannoness Adriana 3 attacks, 1 hit, no wounds
Canoness Sancia strikes first
Both get 2+ inv.
3 attacks, 3 hits, 3 wounds, 1 wound, Saved
Cannoness Adriana 3 attacks, 2 hits, 2 wounds, both saved
No FAITH POINTS LEFT
Canoness Sancia 3 attacks, 2 hits, 2 wounds
Canoness Adriana 3 attacks, 1 hit, 2 wounds (insta kill)
Canoness Sancia 3 attacks, 3 hits, 3 wounds
Cannoness Adriana dies
Well thats it! A nice round I thought. Btw, I did do the master crafting rolls for those who had it, I just didn't state when I used it thats all. So you did get those hits. ^_^
As the medicea teams rushed Adriana out of the arena, another entered for his fight. Clad in black armour, that could be seen underneath a metalic scale plate tabard adorning his upper body, the skull masked figure walked to the center of the arena with his weapons held in each hand. The crozius arcanium, symbol of the chaplains of the astartes, and a large hammer that hummed as though ready to come to life. From the opposite end of the arena entered a wild figure, the wolf lord Svar of the feral brotherhood, adorned in blueish-grey armour with talismans, necklaces, and various teeth hung about his armour as prizes and wards. Atop his head was a wild mane of black hair that looked as feral as the rest of Svar, especially the fairly large canine like teeth the lord bared at the chaplain.
As the two stopped at the center of the arena, Alestraad pleaded with Svar not to fight him, Brother marine I beg you please do not go through with this. My mission here is not to kill my brothers but to redeem all heroes of the imperium who have fallen here. The chaplains words almost have a tinge of emotion to them, but a chaplain shows no emotion for they are the symbol of death made real. You would insult me and the honour of my brotherhood by having me backdown to a weakling! If honouring the name of heroe's is your business than you will either have to add my name or your work will end here! Svar snarls as his answer before jumping forward, frost bleading billowing shards of ice as the lord lunges forward to kill his opponent. Brother marine or not, they had both come knowing they risked fighting other allies so Alestraad's plead was no more than one more tactic to win in Svar's mind.
Letting out a howl of rage, Svar slashed with his blade in one hand and threw a balled up fist forward from his other arm. Alestraad blocked and parried the frost blade with his crozius, but the fist caught him completely by surprise and the fist landed right in the chaplains face; cracking into the skull where a very audible cracking sound marked the damage done. Taking several steps back, Alestraad almost failed to stop Svar's next bout of attacks; but unlike before he knew that the wolf lord used more than just his blade as the weapon to throw at Alestraad and managed to duck another punch and sidestep a kick before activating the hammer in his off hand. Alestraad had no other choice, if he did not fight back then eventually Svar would defeat him and Alestraad could not let that happen. He of all people understood the meaning of redemption. He had led many to their deaths for such a thing because of a curse they had no controll over.
Blocking another attack from Svar's blade, Alestraad allowed Svar's follow-up punch to take him in the side, giving him enough momentum to swing the thunder hammer in his off hand right into the wolf lord's chest and smashing the marine to the ground with a sickening crack of shattering armour and bones. I am sorry brother marine. Alestraad said to Svar as he walked up to finish his work, Save it fool and just finish the job. Svar answered back, spitting blood at the chaplain as Alestraad brought his crozius down and split the lords face in two before turning away from his dead opponent and started to walk away; all the while muttering a litany that ended with Svar's name.
Wolf Lord Svar vs Alestraad Lorgar
Svar gets first action and Shoots-misses, charges
Svar- five hits (out of nine), three wound, one failed
Alestraad- three hit, two wound, both failed and Svar is killed
When I did the rolls I allowed Svar to take all his before deciding upon whether or not to use the thunder-hammer Alestraad had. After having him survive I went with the evil route, taking full advantage of the downside to mark of the wulfen and allowing everyone of Alestraad's attacks to be that much deadlier.
When I had read the fluff for Alestraad, the match-up of these two made me a bit sad because I knew that it would either be Svar ending Alestraad's mission or Alestraad being the one that added another name to the imperial heroes killed.
Last edited by darkreever; July 17th, 2006 at 17:49.
Take my love, take my land, take me to where I cannot stand; I don't care I'm still free, you can't take the sky from me.
"The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time."- Lorgar
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Tolinus vs Big John
“Look how easily they break…” Tolinus mused, looking to where the Wolf Lord lie, his face split asunder. He stroked a grot with taloned gauntleted fingers. The grot stared off into nothing, it’s eyes dead mindless pinpricks. Its twin sat at the Tzeentch Sorcerer’s feet, drooling and moaning. The Chaos Sorcerer stood, dumping the grot to the ground with a casual flick of his hand, and walked out onto the field. “Come along idiots.” He ordered in a sepulcheral voice, taking up his Bedlam Staff, topped with the blasphemous rune of the Lord of Change. “Time to begin.”
“Every drop spilt is a victory. This place is an altar to the Blood god!” John seethed, his fury just barely kept in check. He was enormous. Towering eight feet and encased in twisted power armor. His muscles threatened to tear through his own skin, so large and knotted they were, as he flexed his arms, hefting his fell Dreadaxe. He wore a Khornate helm, spiked and etched with the symbols of Khorne. His crimson eyes glared across the arena at his opponent. “A weakling Sorcerer of Tzeentch!” he fumed. “This bookworm faces me?!” he roared in berserk rage, charging towards Tolinus, Dreadaxe raised, and snatched a wickedly curved cleaver from his war harness with his other fist.
Tolinus’ helmed head rose in a start of surprise. The Khorne Prince stampeding towards him like a bull. “Always in such a hurry to slaughter, never thinking.” The Sorcerer stepped back with the charge, raising his staff in two hands.
The assault was horrendous. Tolinus narrowed his eyes, knowing full well the charge of a Khornate, especially a Chosen Prince was a thing not to be taken lightly. The attacks came on with earth rending strokes of John’s Dreadaxe, the Sorcerer concentrating with all his might, parrying blow after endless blow. He turned aside one axe swing, only to feel it skip along his ribs and bite flesh on the return stroke. Pooling his strength, he thrust forward, no weakling himself imbued with the gifts of the Lord of Change, among them prodigious strength.
John reeled back, eyes mad with rage and bloodfrenzy, Tolinus temporarily overpowering him. Tolinus muttered foul twisting incantations, necrotic green tendrils of warp energy gathering in his outstretched hand and bursting forth like fell lightning. The Sorcerer’s magic skittered along John’s armor but the berserk Prince shrugged it off and roared, plowing forward. The grots shambled about Tolinus’ feet and the Sorcerer grinned, unphased by the show of brute determination. “I could sacrifice one of you idiots I suppose…however this will be much sweeter.” He stepped towards the Khorne Prince, and jabbed his staff into the raging warriors sternum, then whipped it upwards into his chin. Each blow struck unleashed writhing warp energy, snaking across the berserker’s body.
John blinked, his eyes wide. His limbs refused to obey him. His rage tripled and he let forth a bellow of defiance.
Tolinus strutted around the Demon Prince and smirked mockingly beneath his horned helm. “A mighty Prince….brought oh so low by a mere Sorcerer. How infuriating that must be to you.” He pat John’s jaw patronizingly with a taloned gauntlet. “You Khornate imbeciles are all the same. Do you honestly believe the Warlords of Chaos rule…?” he slapped John hard and laughed. “I’ve manipulated your kind for eons. You are all fools, and brainless meatshields.”
Tolinus walked away then paused, raising a hand to call forth his fell powers, gifted to him by his dark god. He instead turned, dropping his hands. “No…this will be more satisfying.” Still unable to move, John wasn’t even able to scream as Tolinus took him apart, crushing his body with massive blows from the cursed Bedlam staff.
Tolinus’ laughter echoed across the arena, and his grot thralls whimpered and scurried about.
John: Wins initiative charges. +3 attacks for Rage of Khorne roll 9 total on the charge.
John: 5 hits (spiky bits) 5 hits-3 wounds-2 saves
Tolinus: Gift of Chaos misses. 3 hits-1 wound-0 saves *stunned*
John: Cannot attack due to Bedlam staff.
Tolinus: 4 hits-4 wounds-1 save. John dies.
Now... I rolled up John's attacks, in case the staff only works in the turn it wounds on, and the outcome was still the same. Wasn't 100% sure on the rules. Also forgot to use Tolinus' Gift of Chaos on turn two, so I rolled it up and it hit and would have caused 2 wounds. So Tolinus wins the fight all around. Though KUDOS to John on a mighty impressive opening salvo that just failed to deliver. 9 ATTACK?! Rough.
Last edited by Chaplain Grimm; July 17th, 2006 at 05:41.
Tolinus vs Big John (continued)
Tolinus' inner eye swirled and snapped back into focus. His taloned gauntlet still stroking the grot thrall, his eyes focusing on the combatants being cleared from the field of battle. Tzeentch had spoken to him. His visions of victory had been granted and assured. He stood with confidence, brushing the thrall from his lap and standing, his horned helm catching the light of the arena and flashing.
"Let us go meet in battle with Khorne's imbecillic champion shall we my pets..?" he breathed, stalking into the battlefield of the arena proper.
Big John seethed, looking through slitted eyes at the approaching Sorcerer. His helm encased his head, thronged with a multitude of spikes and sigils of the Blood god. "The bookworm swaggers doesn't he?" he rumbled, gripping his Dreadaxe in massive fists, turning to roar at the crowd, his massive frame rippling muscle. "I will end this quickly filth!" he roared, turning his gaze back to Tolinus. "I shall not be beaten by a simpering courtier of Tzeentch! Especially not a mere Sorcerer! I am a Prince of Khorne!"
Tolinus locked eyes with John and smirked behind the mask of his helm, his voice sepulcheral and breathy. "Your end is assured. The Lord of Change demands it!"
John leaped forward, jumping high into the air. His answer a savage battle roar that split the arena with its ferocity. Tolinus took a step back, eyes wide and raised his Bedlam staff to meet the furious Khornate Prince.
John brought his massive Dreadaxe down in a sweeping overhand chop, the force of the blow blurring the outline of his weapon. His chest tightened to bursting, his massive muscles flexing with the force of the swing. Dreadaxe met Bedlam Staff with a thunderous peal, and shower of sparks....then split it cleanly in two. The mighty Dreadaxe buried itself in Tolinus' head, nearly bisecting the Sorcerer's helm.
"I-im-possible...!" Tolinus managed to sputter, his arms falling out limp, gripping both split halves of his once mighty staff. The ends sparked with necrotic light, and thrummed dangerously.
John laughed with insane vigor, staring murderously down at the ruined Tzeentch Sorcerer. "Khorne does not palaver with fools of Tzeentch! Your god be damned!" he seethed, the words rumbling deep in John's chest.
The sundered staff erupted with escaping Chaos energies, whipcracking about the arena, and slaying several spectators. These were the fortunate ones. Many writhed in agony, their bodies roiling and bursting as the unleashed powers of Tzeentch forced them through most painful changes. The exploding staff caught John in the chest and he grunted, watching amusedly as Tolinus' body was torn to shreds, a fan of gore exploding from the Khorne Prince in a massive swath, several meters long.
Pounding his scorched but relatively unharmed chest, Big John raised his Dreadaxe high and shouted. "Blood for the Blood god!!"
Big John wins initiative (again) and gets 2 extra attacks on the charge.
Big John-5 hits/4 wounds-0 saves allowed (dreadaxe) Tolinus dies.
Tolinus was utterly savaged in the redone bout. Dreadaxes are just as savage as a Bedlam staff can be. Sorry Robizzle. Hehe. Thanks to Jaffar Hasad for the idea of the first write up being a vision from Tzeentch to Tolinus of victory to come. Unfortunately, Khorne told Tzeentch to step the hell off this time.