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[Tomasque]

The portcullis of the coliseum closes behind you, and the roar of the audience booms from above. As you step forward into the light, their cheers are cut off with a gasp. The Knight of Mirrors: to them, you must be a brilliant thing to behold. Your footsteps echo across the silent stage, allowing for a final moment of contemplation. You never imagined this would be the final trial. If you do not succeed, all those years of training will have been for nothing.

You grip your Silver Hookstaff with determination. Let it guide you to your foe and your salvation.
You hold your Glass Buckler up to the light. Let it save you when you need it the most.
You wind the Scintillating String. A gift from the Goddess; let it have the strength she promised.

You stand in the center of the sun-baked arena. From the tunnel before you, you hear their cries long before you see their gleaming eyes.
The horde is coming. You stand ready. You will not fail her again.

Dragging its twisted club behind it, an ogre lumbers into view. It towers before you, a looming mass of vile flesh and bone.

[King Zultan]

Run behind the ogre and try and trip it with the hookstaff.

[Tomasque]

((It feels bad to bump, but an SG on page 2 isn't going to get any posts.))

[Pavellius]

Run behind the ogre and try and trip it with the hookstaff.

+1

[NRDL]

Run behind the ogre and try and trip it with the hookstaff.

+1

+1

[Puppyguard]

Use the hookstaff to vault into the air, then smack the fallen ogre in the head while falling.

[Tomasque]

Rbhthortrtrptththhoot

Rbhtop

Lifting an arm to the sky, you exert your magic to recover any lost equipment. Having all your equipment already, however, you find the effort is fruitless. The ogre sizes you up with its beady eyes and drags its club to its side.

You raise your Buckler in anticipation of the blow. You are too eager: The ogre has only now lifted its club above its head.

You pull your Hookstaff from out of its sheathe and swing it into the ogre's bloated body. It sinks deep into its side, and you pull with all your might. The sturdy ogre gives you no ground, and you end up being pulled adjacent to it! Simultaneously, the ogre brings down its massive club, but you fling yourself out of its way, back to the center of the arena. You scramble to your feet, but until you restore your composure, you doubt you'll be able to pull that off again.

You tether the magic String to the sandy floor of the arena, preventing it from being undone by your opponents. However, since nothing is bound inside it, your effort is for naught. Frustrated by your escape, the ogre drags the club back to its side.

You turn your attention fully to the ogre, and with a lunge and a swing, plant a punch straight into its swollen stomach. Your fist connects just as the ogre begins to raise its club. With a shudder, it drops its arm back down, and the club returns to its original position.


Your movements done for now, you back away to catch your breath and regain your composure. The ogre's club drops back behind it as it attempts to keep up. Just as you begin to plan your next advance, you notice a figure in the tunnel approaching the edge of the arena. You should dispatch of the ogre quickly, before you have two opponents to keep an eye on.

[FallacyofUrist]

Oh.

Well that's interesting.
R=raise?
b=buckler?
h=hookstaff?
t=?
o=ogre?
p=punch?

It looks like we have an unusual control scheme to deal with here.

[Tomasque]

((Bump))

[Blood_Librarian]

horb thot

[Tomasque]

Edited the last action of the previous entry because I made a mistake.

[Pavellius]

horb thot

+1

[King Zultan]

horb thot

+1

+1

[Tomasque]

horbthot

hob

You swing your Hookstaff into the side of the ogre once more. With a foul cry, it collapses to the ground. The beast is no more.


Since the rest of your planned moves would be pointless without an opponent, you take the moment of solace to catch your breath and take inventory. Your Hookstaff - though covered with blood - is undamaged, and your Buckler doesn't have a scratch on it. Your String, however, is still magically tethered to the ground and will need to be recovered before you can use it again. A movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention: From the dark tunnel emerges a skeletal archer, scraps of flesh still clinging to its dry bones. Behind it, a familiar creature looms in the darkness.

[King Zultan]

bahh