The Off-Seasonal Arena: Number Two

[avatar of khaine]

wow, that was a surprisingly close match. One would left after a gobbo? this doesn't bode well...

[Phaeron Typhoon]

you should have splattered spider bark in the first round, but you rolled a bunch of ones to hit.

Now, if you had a wardsave for spider to steal....then it would have been a completely different story.

[avatar of khaine]

yeah that's the plan on this character, take some hits (nothing can do 5 wounds in one round) then hammer them into the dirt.

[DavidWC09]

you should have splattered spider bark in the first round, but you rolled a bunch of ones to hit.

Now, if you had a wardsave for spider to steal....then it would have been a completely different story.

Yeah, that was the one thing that Spider Bark didn't want to see: a character with no real saves. Otherwise, he had a fighting chance. But by god, if he was thrown into the stands and left alive, then he's going to enter another arena just so Elbow won't give him hell about it!

[Exarch Thomo]

Yeah, I just couldn't bring myself to kill him off - I have a thing that creatures as crazy and cool as Spider Bark just shoiuldn't be able to die.

[tuxedo clank]

such a cool fight, i just wrote up my match for Psa-Trel the unfeeling. he won that one too.

[avatar of khaine]

such a cool fight, i just wrote up my match for Psa-Trel the unfeeling. he won that one too.

all hail Psa-Trel, 100% win record over 2 arenas!

[Exarch Thomo]

Alright, sorry for the delay - damn near forgot the anniversery so I haven't had a chance yet to write up match 7: Sir Cumference vs Jared Von Blackheart. However, I am working on it now so expect it in a couple of hours, just to let everyone know what is happening.

Okay, I'm not all that happy with the write up on this one - I wrote it in a hurry at work, so please don't hold that against me.

[Exarch Thomo]

Round 1, Match 7: Sir Cumference vs Jared Von Blackheart

The afternoon sun shone down on the arena as the next combatants entered. Riding in on his proud warhorse was Sir Cumference, Grand Master of the Order of Knights of the Round Table.
Lifting it's perfectly shod hooves high Lord Altivo, Sir Cumferences trusty and noble steed, pranced into the arena, performing several brilliant displays of precision riding that earned a perfect 10 from the equestrian judges stabled in audience.
As this was happening Sir Cumference himself was adjusting his scaled cape, once the hide of a magnificent Wyrm, making sure that it lay just so over the armoured flanks of his noble steed, his polished armour shining brightly in the sun.
"I say, quite the show you lads have put on here. Damn fine show, damn fine!" He exclaimed, waving his ornate hammer at the crowd of Ogres.
On the other side of the arena stood his foe. Standing over 6 foot tall the dark figure didn't move. Black armour covered him head to toe, the wicked spikes covered in dried blood. In it's hands the Wight held a massive axe, the wicked curved weapon looking like an executioners blade.
"By George! You are one grim looking fellow, aren't you! Nevertheless, it is my intention, good sir, to win this tourney for the honour of my Order, my town, and any fair maidens that want it!"
Jared stood motionless, unmoving at the diatribe from his opponent.
"Talkative chap, what! Very well, have at thee!"
With that Sir Cumference spurred his majestic steed forward. Magic hammer arcing through the air in a mesmerizing flash, only to be met halfway the massive blade of the Wight.
Back and forth the blows flew, glancing off armour or being turned aside by hammer haft or axe head, neither warrior able to break through the defences of their opponent.
As the sun crept towards the horizon the two contestants broke apart briefly, both seeking a respite from their titanic duel, grudgingly respectful of the skill of the other.
"What, ho! Is that the time? Dam near missed my tea. You don't mind do you, chum? Shan't be a jiffy" And with that Sir Cumference backed away from a confused looking Jared, leaving the Wight King standing by himself as the knight dismounted. Pulling a small fold out table, complete with white linen table coth, as well as a flask and a porcelin cup, out of the pack on his horse Sir Cumference busied himself with the genteel art of brewing tea.
"Want some, old bean?" He called across to Jared. Shaking his head, Jared advanced on the eccentric knight.
"Tut, tut," Sir Cumference admonished the Wight, raising a finger disapprovingly as he added a slice of lemon to the dark brew. "One must always observe the forms."
Quickly finishing the hot drink, Sir Cumference packed up the impromptu picnic and remounted Lord Altivo.
"Thank you, good sir, for your understanding. One must make time for the finer things in life, no?" With that, Sir Cumference launched himself back into combat with the confused Jared.
Obviously refreshed from his tea break, Sir Cumference landed a solid blow on the helm of Jared, knocking it from his head and exposing the Wights ghastly face beneath. Reeling from the blow, and the strange turn of events this bout had taken, Jared barely raised his great axe in time to stop the next blow.
Once more blows were traded with relentless ferocity, hammer head meeting axe blade as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
Suddenly Jared stumbled on the fallen helm, losing his balance for a second even as Sir Cumferences hammer descended. Striking home with the full force of his righteous fury and impeccable skill, the hammerhead exploded through the Wight's unprotected skull, causing the remains of the undead warrior to crumble to the ground, naught more than a dusty heap of dried bones and aged armour.
"So endeth a worthy opponent." Sir Cumference stated, before smartly turning Lord Altivo around and cantering out of the arena.

Up in the stands a small Gnoblar cautiously poked the slumbering form of Gorb with a long stick.
"Huh, what?" the Ogre stammered as he woke up. "'s it over? Who won?" Stumbling down onto the sandy floor Gorb approached the pile of armour. Scratching his belly, he stretched his mighty frame. Pointing one sausage sized finger at the dusty pile he made his announcement.
"Dat one lost!"

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Match Recap

It went 8 rounds, Sir Cumference was basically invincible in his rerollable 1+ armor, he never even had to rely on the wardsave backup. On the other hand he could barely ever wound Jared, and Jared did really well on his armor and ward saves.

Jared also never once failed a toughness test for the Hammer of Judgement. Finally Sir Cumference started sneaking wounds in every once in a while the old fashioned way and came out with a victory.

Sir Cumference wins

[ArchonFarseerGuy]

Well, as picked on as he has been by other arena writers, Sir Cumference has never been portrayed as eccentric like that.

Nevertheless, it was a good writeup, the dialogue was great, and I'll wait to see if you bring in Fluffy at all in the future writeups (those ones are always fun to read, but he's a side character in the House of Cumference- do what you want with that).

Fluffy the Helper Monkey scampered into the arena up to the fallen Jared, sniffed the rotted hulk of bone and armaments, and picked up one of the undead's wristbands, before bounding back to his master.

Sir Cumference held it up, turned it around a little, giving it a thorough inspection, and patted his monkey on the head. "Thankyou Fluffy," he said gratefully.

He walked over to Jenkins, and handed his butler this newfound trophy. Addressing his servant, he ordered, "when we get back to the city, make sure you add that to the trophy rack."

The butler bowed politely, and replied, "yes sir."

-AFG//