The Off-Seasonal Arena: Number Two

[DavidWC09]

Originally Posted by daelrog

*Cough* Trickster *Cough*
Please, my next character in line is a goblin and with exactly 100 points of wargaer and is a beast. I know your tricks David. Don't think you can trick us this time!

Pfft, mine's got 20 points to spare. If that pansy bladeweaver can pull it off, so can Spider Bark.

[Tekore]

Here's a short arena introduction, which Demandred will fold into the first post here. I appreciate the opportunity to write the arena background and fights for this, it's great fun and very relaxing. I hope everyone enjoys it, and feel free to send me whatever feedback you like.

Arena of Death: Introduction

Gorb the Filthy licked the rhinox blood off his fists and smacked his lips in anticipation. This would be one heck of a good feast, and there’d be a good fight to boot.



Scratching at himself in contentment, the Butcher’s assistant surveyed the other ogres around him. They gazed hungrily at the rhinox he had just slaughtered, and some of them even gave a little attention to the guard duty they were supposed to be attending to, here inside the newly build Ogre arena. Gorb grinned widely at them, and watched the rhinox blood set into the arena floor, exactly as he was supposed to do.



He could feel Rumgur’s one-eyed gaze upon him as he worked, and hoped that he was doing everything according to the Slaughtermaster’s plan. With the proper sacrifices, the Great Maw would truly bless this arena, and the tribe would grow strong and conquer. If things went wrong, however…Gorb didn’t like to think about that.



The last of the blood drained into the arena floor, and the earth quaked a bit as if gurgling in anticipation of more to come. Nearby, a mighty roar shook a large barred and barricaded cave. Gorb looked up into the arena at Rumgur, sitting with his buckets of bile and intestines. The Slaughtermaster nodded in satisfaction at his young apprentice, and popped a handful of dwarf eyes into his mouth.



Soon, the arena would be filled with fighters, and it would soon drink its fill of their blood. The slaughter of world’s greatest fighter would be but the beginning of a great Ogre feast that would consume the world. They would come by choice or come by force, but in the end, all would bleed in the Arena of Death.

Tekore

[Undead Bonzi]

Spot Reserved Character.

Stink S'badly

[Demandred]

As Arena Organizer. I am hereby laying down the law. Phoenix has to enter a character or his spot will be taken up by the biggest monstrosity that I can find that will rape, pillage, and burn all other arena contestants, it will break all the rules for the arena and will be horribly unfair . (since this is the second or third time he has "reserved" a spot for other players.)

So unless you want to be the cause of such mischief, you better get a character turned in Phoenix. (YAY! I've always wanted to try to boss a mod around )

--EDIT--

OH GOD!! dont ban me!!

[ArchonFarseerGuy]

Originally Posted by Me

Are we allowed to challenge in this arena?

I see you may well have missed this post. Are we allowed to challenge? And if we are, are you up for one mpd?

Originally Posted by Tekore

here inside the newly build Ogre arena. Gorb grinned widely at them, and watched the rhinox blood set into the arena floor, exactly as he was supposed to do.

Oooooh, an Ogre-arena. This could be interesting. Better pack an entourage though.

I'll work on an introduction a bit closer to the start date.

-AFG//

[Undead Bonzi]

I know they said we didn't need character fluff but I wanted to anyway. Forgive the spelling and formating, I was too lazy to fix anything.




The pair was spotted from a long distance as they approached the grounds of the Arena...they kind of stood out a bit. It was a Herald of Khorne pulling a cart with a very very fat...thing...in the back. Upon closer examination it was noted with some degree of consternation that the Herald of Khorne pulling the cart was wearing a maids outfit with a frilly pink apron while the thing in the cart was a giant mound of putrid flesh, maggots and flys. As the cart drew near it became apparent that the...thing...in the cart was talking incesantly in a great booming voice to his harried and exhausted transporter while waving energtically to the crowd that had gathered at the Arena gate.

'...and the whole royal court spent the rest of the day in the toilet!' roared the fat passenger, his whole mass shaking with laughter as the cart goaned to a stop in front of the gate in a swirl of dust and stench. The Herald of Khorne, at his strength and wits end, colapsed on the ground as an Oger guard ambled up. 'Wha's dis? Whoer you?' the guard asked waving flies away from his face. The red Herald looked up and gasped, 'I am Bloodtide Foe...' but his statement was cut short as the fat thing in the cart smacked him alongside the head with a rusty sword and said, 'Not important my good fellow, I am the star of this show yes indeed, not you.' Waveing his rusty and now bent sword grandly, and scattering drips of puss on Bloodtide while he was at it, the fat thing continued on in a jovial voice, 'I am Prince Rupentine Tercumpat Amadalgus, a Herald of Nurgle here to join you wonderful people in your wonderful fun! Long have I been telling my manservant here how much I've wished to get out and meet real people and get to know them. All of us with lordly bearing too often forget the plight of the common man and I said to myself, Prince Rupentine Tercumpat Amadalgus you must go out and mingle with the masses, become one of them. Why it was just a few centuries ago that I was talking to these rat-type fellas and telling them just what a swell job they were doing and how they were just misunderstood... ' The confused Oger stood with his jaw agape, collecting flys one might say, and interupted with 'Wha? Whas your name?' Bloodtide laying face down on the ground moaned in distress...'Stink....so....badly, wont.....shut up. Should have....never lost to...' The ogers face cleared of confusion and he said, 'Stink S'badly is it? Yous here ta fight is it?' The Herald of Nurgle gestured impatiently with his sword, adding another lump to Bloodtides head as he began to stager to his feet, 'Yes yes yes my dense fellow, that is what I have been saying all this time, have you not been listening? Terrible manners to interupt a person who is speaking and worse manners yet to comment on my odors. Now as I was saying....'

The Herald of Nurgle was still extolling the virtues of good manners ten minutes later when the Ogers drew straws to see who would push the cart. All the gnoblars they had sent to do it could not budge the cart before horrible diseases made them pop like puss filled ballons. And the Herald was yet still rambling on as a lone Oger pushed the cart to the edge of the refuse pit and tiped him into the hole...and promptly colaped into a pool of his own vomit as soon as his task was complete. A booming voice floated up from the hole, 'Jolly nice lodgings fellows! Could not have hoped for better. Could you send my manservant down to me as it has been a long day and I would like a back massage to help me relax. Why there is nothing better than a good back rub after a long day. I recall a few years ago when...' The voice was still floating up from the dark as the limp red body of Bloodtide, still wearing his maids outfit with pink apron, was hurled down the hole narrowly missing the intended target of talkative Stink S'Badly and landing directly in a pile of oger dung.

At the sound of the comotion giant shambling Gorgers began to edge forward out of the refuse pits warren of caves. As they drew near Stink S'Badly took notice and gave a swift kick to the half of Bloodtide that was sticking out of the dung heap and said in an energetic voice, 'Up and at em my good fellow, no time to be a layabout! It seems we have guests. Be a good lad and find if the lodging owner would kindly send some tea and cakes so that we may sit down together and have a civilized conversation.' the Herald continued on in an aside to the aproaching Gorgers, 'This manservant of mine! I swear he must be the laziest body in the world. It is so hard to find good help these days. I have often thought that todays youth lack direction and purpose. They need a firm hand to guide them in proper manners and behavior. Ah! I can see you fellows agree. Come come, pull up a seat and let us talk, it is so good to be around like minded people don't you think? Stink S'badly sighed in satisfaction as the the Gorgers snarled, extending their claws as they approached through the heaps of refuse, 'What perfect lodgings.'

From the depths of the dung heap Bloodtides muffled voice emerged, 'Do I really deserve this for losing in the Arena of Death?' the only answer was a fresh addition of dung falling down from the opening above and covering the rest of Bloodtide.




Prince Rupentine Tercumpat Amadalgus a.k.a. Stink S'badly

Herald of Nurgle
-Noxious Vapours
-Nurgles Rot
-Pestilent Mucus
-Soul Hunger

and his manservant....

Bloodtide Foereaper
-Maids Outfit
-Pink Apron

TO EVERYONE: Bloodtide is fair game for any abuse you want to heap on him in your own fluff. As long as he is semi-alive and ends up back in the pit at the end of the day it's all good

[mpdscott]

Originally Posted by ArchonFarseerGuy

I see you may well have missed this post. Are we allowed to challenge? And if we are, are you up for one mpd?
-AFG//

So you're saying that a grand total of a 5+ ward save ISN'T enough of a challenge?

I'll think about it.....although, knowing people the way I do, I can see it happening even if I say "No"

[Demandred]

No personal challenges unfortunately. I think I will probably do that for my next AoD, but for this one I am going to try to stick to the basics. So all matches will be determined randomly.

Also, Character fluff and description is required, just not Arena specific fluff (like how in the seasonal arena everyone explained how their character was captured by druchii slavers). Otherwise there may be more than one character joining Bloodtide in the pink frilly costume department.

[ArchonFarseerGuy]

Oh well, there's plenty more rats in the sewer.

-AFG//

[DavidWC09]

If there's magic phase, how is Nurgle's Rot going to work for Prince Rupentine?