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Author Topic: The Heroic Clash: First Challenge, The Search for Water  (Read 10616 times)

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Re: The Heroic Clash (Full!)
« Reply #45 on: September 09, 2011, 06:11:02 pm »

>: (

I did reserve a post.
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Re: The Heroic Clash (Full!)
« Reply #46 on: September 09, 2011, 06:16:43 pm »

>:I

I did reserve a post.
So did Ultra, by posting his application before you and he forgot a few sentences.
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Re: The Heroic Clash (Full!)
« Reply #47 on: September 09, 2011, 06:27:31 pm »

Somewhere in the multiverse, a large stadium stands. It is an extremely large stadium, enough to hold hundreds of thousands of the various creatures that can be found across all universes. Usually its used for the various fights held there, but today is a special occasion.

A tall man in a red suit walks down a long hallway, the roaring screams of the large crowd can easily be heard. The man stops for a second and lights a cigarette, he takes a puff from it and continues walking.

After what seems like an eternity he walks out of the hallway and onto the bottom of the stadium, he grins and pulls out a microphone. “Welcome one and all to the Heroic Clash!” , the crowd roars in excitement. “This year we have eight brand new contestants, all completely different from each other. Let’s introduce them now!”.

Large floating screens float around the stadium, showing everyone the first of the eight contestants. The screens showed a green lizard-like humanoid standing on a barren landscape. The lizard man then pulls out a book and writes something down, and then suddenly plants and trees grow from the ground transforming the landscape into a lush jungle.

The man smiles and say’s into the microphone “Say hello to Tyetoechl, a renowned scholar in his world. He carries an ancient book which allows him to write anything down, and that becomes a reality!” the crowd cheers, albeit a bit disappointed that the lizard man isn’t a bloodthirsty warrior.

The screen flickers, and then changes to show a few asian soldiers playing cards. Suddenly the wall bursts open, and a tall scarred man leaps through the hole in the wall and runs to the nearest solider. He picks one of them up and throws him at a nearby wall, breaking his spine. Another soldiers tries to bash him over the head with his gun, but the scarred man turns around and kicks him. The soldier is launched into the air, and lands a few feet away.

“Meet Wesley King, also know as the Queens Knight! A super soldier created by his government, he has the strength of ten men and he is faster than one too!” the crowd cheers, clearly excited to see him in action.

The next clip shows a crystalline creature holding a large futuristic weapon, it spots a group of enemy soldiers and it springs into action. It throws a small ball at the group and when it lands it launches out a flurry of lazer beams, killing a few of the enemy soldiers. It throws another small ball and it splits into several smaller balls in midair, the small balls home onto the remaining enemies and once they get near the target they explode.

“Welcome one of the few contestants actually willing to join this battle, Xyl! A crystalline creature who is an expert in various forms of advanced weaponry, expect him to be bagging a few kills in the future!”.

The view changes again to pitch darkness, all that can be seen is a human running from some unkown threat. Suddenly, a man jumps out of the shadow and lands on the running human and plunges a knife into its back. The man then drags the body out of sight, and disappears into the darkness. “This intimidating figure is Cohen “Whirl” Brayden, watch out because this gentleman could kill you in a second. And he won’t think twice about it!”.

Next is a clip showing a young red headed human sitting on the ground with his eyes closed. A shadow lurks behind him slowly getting closer, just as its about to leap at him the human rolls out of the way and pulls out a large knife. He jumps on top of the creature and stabs it multiple times, once the creatures is dead the human returns to his original spot and sits down.

“This psychic human is Rederick! He has the power to see things others cannot, and detect things that others would never know!”

The next shot shows two men standing on the deck of a ship, they both suddenly pull out their swords and begin to trade blows with eachother. One of the humans, the one that has an odd set of clothing suddenly rolls to the left and slashes at his opponents legs. The other human lets out a scream and falls to the floor, the winner takes his sword and plunges it into the opponents head.

“This 18th century Lieutenant is Samuel Pierce, atleast that’s what he thinks! He is actually an android, created to perform in recreations of great battles. After realizing this he escaped, and that’s the point where we picked him up!”

The view then pans to a village, it shows farmers doing their daily work as usual. But then a house suddenly lights on fire, and then another, and another, and another until most of the village is in flames! The villagers work desperately to put the fire out, but some of the villages even start to burst into flames. The view then changes to a human looking creature, made entirely of fire standing on a hilltop looking over the village. Seeing that her job is done, she turns and leaves.

“This feisty devil is Felicia! A former human turned into an undead fire servant, trust me when I tell you this lady is hot!”

The last shot shows a drunk man walking down a dark street, judging from the tattoo on his arm and the chains in his hand it shows that he is a slaver. The man hears something behind him and he sluggishly turns around, he lets out a scream of surprise as a loud bang is heard. The slaver falls to the ground, and behind him is a small goblin holding a flintlock pistol.

 “Our last, and smallest contestant Chimerus! A former slave, he killed his owner and ran away to join our little contest.” With all of the contestants introduced the man in the red suit say’s “Well now that we’ve introduced all of the contestants its time for a little break, in a bit we’ll throw them into their first arena!” and with that the man was gone.

Far away from the stadium, in a large room the contestants woke up.

They were in a large white room, void of any objects except for a one way glass window and a speaker attached to the wall. "Ah, I see the contestants have woken up. You eight can mingle for a bit, then we'll throw you into the arena".

(Feel free to have your character's chat amongst eachother now, try not to kill eachother yet!)
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Re: The Heroic Clash (Full!)
« Reply #48 on: September 09, 2011, 06:29:33 pm »

...ass.
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Re: The Heroic Clash (Full!)
« Reply #49 on: September 09, 2011, 06:30:19 pm »

...ass.
(Tell me something I don't know >.>)
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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #50 on: September 09, 2011, 06:47:50 pm »

Rederick, also known as The Oracle, was dreaming of things to come.

He didn't know what dreaming normally really meant. He got the point that it was usually a pleasant or unpleasant experience, often indicating the viewer's personality and inner problems. Most psychologists agreed it was probably just your brain reflecting it's own subconscious, useful but mostly pointless apart from finding out what's truly wrong with you or being smug about how you were really a very very very new-agey sort of person. Rederick did not get that at all. His dreams were on a different wavelength, something beyond. They were like reality, neither pleasant or unpleasant initially, only becoming that because of circumstance.  He managed to get a vague idea of how this whole predicting the future thing worked. He could only get very vague ideas, sort of feelings induced by imagery seen in these strange dreams. Usually, fate can be changed, but it can be only changed so much. Rederick thought of fate as a very malleable iron bar. You can bend it, almost to breaking point, but you can't snap it entirely in half.

This dream was particularly interesting. Something was far larger then himself, London, England, the World or even the universe. It was playing with him. It was using him for some purpose that was entirely pointless apart from entertainment. But what was this strange abomination? What purpose? Why? Rederick woke up in a strange room, filled with other people. Blood itself was ingrained into the walls, forming words. Pleas, threats, general madness and whatnot. One was of note. "They hide behind the masks." This was especially vague. He had no idea just what he was getting into, but he did not like this one bit.

Time for the Oracle to work his strange and powerful words into this situation.

"I can smell a change in the wind, something is wrong. The crows are taking flight, the world itself bilious. Blood will be spilled, but whose? What could be?" He asked, resting his chin in his right hand.

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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #51 on: September 09, 2011, 06:53:15 pm »

"Savages..." Tyetoechl muttered under his breath. Making freemen fight to their deaths? No respect for life....He knew his life would end here eventually, it was not the longest nor the shortest, but he had done much in that time.

He looked towards his companions. Humans for the most part. It perplexed Tyetoechl how a species could spread itself amongst the worlds so simply...A question he would never get an answer for. There were others though,a sentient crystal, a small green creature called a "goblin", a working automaton, even an undead.

Strange bedfellows in anycase.

Stranger yet this technology they used. What civilization, what power had they to twist the universes and take their individuals? Another question never to be answered. Such is life.

"Any names?" He called to the room, addressing everyone.


As he said this, one of his companions said something...mystical. Perhaps a mystic, perhaps a priest, perhaps something else. He was correct though.

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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #52 on: September 09, 2011, 07:05:32 pm »

Rederick smiled. This fellow seemed to be either incredibly narcissistic or a genuinely good person. Well, lizard. A shining light that did not seem to come from anywhere, lit him just so that he looked like an angel, of the lizard kind. In his hands, a book was chained to his arms, with light coming from the pages. This was at odds with the photo-negative color scheme that the Shadow-world was well known for. He might have been the worst figure to trust, or the best. Only time would tell. The young psychic felt that responding to figure out just what he was would be a good idea. Red was interested on what this figure could reveal. Maybe he might have a few explanations. They were always welcome in Red's mind, a labyrinth of dusty corridors, undefinable demons and crows. They were offered tea and biscuits in his living room, politely chatted with, and when they were done, sent away with Red holding the door open.

"You can call me Oracle, Red or possibly Shaman depending on your preference. Tell me, Angel, what is in that book of light?" The Oracle asked, curious but managing to strike a balance with mystical at the same time.

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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #53 on: September 09, 2011, 07:06:33 pm »

Chimeros looked at the lizard man, and cocked his head.
"My name is Chimeros; my real name was lost long ago along with my peoples' freedom."
Chimeros turned and looked at the crystal golem. Chimeros had seen and read about golems before but he didn't know any fool hardy wizard dumb enough to make diamonds into servants...
"Hey, Shiny, how hard are you and if you break can I keep a piece?”, Chimeros asked with a silly grin on his face.
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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #54 on: September 09, 2011, 07:17:04 pm »

Hmm....an Oracle. Oracles were but myths in the lands of his home. Things of legends and times before times. Angel, he had called him an angel. Such things were the realm of spirits and gods, not mortals...But it did not matter.

He held up his tome and opened the pages.

'This is a gift from the gods some say, a gift from a dying race others do say. I know not the truth, and I never will, but it has helped me through my years of wandering."

He drew his pen and began to describe a fern.

"I can use this tome to bring the unreal to life, to bring the written into the world. Take this fern here for example."

Suddenly, a large, reddish fern is conjured in front of the scholar. Some pain surged through his body, but he was used to that by now.

"See?"


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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #55 on: September 09, 2011, 07:26:56 pm »

Odd. Red did not expect this. Whenever he said 'I'm an Oracle' most people either said 'Ohh, you are one of those psychic guys... Right.' or 'Tell me my future!'. He was used to saying 'I'm not one of those other idiots, what I do is real.' and 'You probably don't want to hear it, it involves a lot of screaming and death.' It looked like this lizard was formerly of a land where medieval customs were the underlying web of his culture, where fantasy was not usually doubted but given the titles of demons and angels. Rederick disliked when people simplified what life truly was underneath sanity and normality. Something bigger, something uglier, something more wonderful, then just good and evil fighting it out. Angels, in his experience, earned the title. They were not made with it.

When the fern was created, made out of words describing a fern making up the general shape of a fern, Red saw something brew in the Angel's body. Something was taken from him. This was really not good. He then frowned.

"That book is evil. Destroy it, it's not doing anything but harm to yourself. It's taking something out to make another thing. From what I know, this is the mark of something terrible." He said, sternly.

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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #56 on: September 09, 2011, 07:35:07 pm »

Tyetoechl frowned...or at least the reptilian equivalent of it. Self-sacrafice was a common part of his culture, of his religion.

"Oracle, I know it takes away. I know the pain, I have experienced this for years and years...But with sacrafice comes use and goodness. This book fed villages, this book redeemed bandits, this book prevented the rapes of hundreds. This book allowed life to return to the places that became dead because of the strife and plots of mortals. With this tome the evil places of the earth were cleansed. If it were so evil, then why allow all the goodnes? Self-harm is not always completely destructive."


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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #57 on: September 09, 2011, 07:44:00 pm »

Red was getting a little angry. This fool really thought that just because something gives doesn't mean that it also takes a lot more then it should reasonably have. He tried to calm down, and then thought about what to say. What sort of metaphor could he use to explain how idiotic it was to use that book. Sure, he could have just said "Giving doesn't really mean that it isn't going to take a lot more then it should" but you have to keep up appearances. Plus, thinking up stuff was fun.

"Well, Angel, think of a servant. His master owns a lot of property, but the servant is very poor. With every order by the master, however, the servant takes something valuable. The servant may be doing a very good job for his master, perhaps even improving the estate, but that doesn't meant the servant has good intentions. At the end of the month, the master is utterly ruined and the servant is as rich as the master formerly was. The master will die long before he should, unable to give anything to the world. He could have prevented a famine or a war, but thanks to the servant that is completely gone. The servant, however, will be greedy and wrathful thanks to his stolen wealth, and will make the world a worse place to live in. This book is exactly like the tale I just told. Remember, if that is a gift from a dying race, why would the race be dying?" Red explained, trying to be as clear as possible.

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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #58 on: September 09, 2011, 07:53:43 pm »

"Mate."

"Mate.." Wesley whispered again towards Pierce. He makes a small nod and wave for him to come over to his corner of his room.  The android shuffled over as Wesley lifted off his mask, As he speaks to the Lieutenant.  "You're British, correct? I recognized your outfit from my history books, they must of picked you right off your ship while you fought for our lovely empire."

Wesley put his mask back on as he looked across the room to the.. others.  A lizard, some diamond knight with alien hardware, a woman who's on bloody fire, as if it was no big deal.

"My name is Wesley King, The Queen's Knight. Private turned Sergeant after we were attacked by the rice eating, raw fish chomping, bad wine making Japanese.  May God have mercy on their Jap souls, cause I know I didn't."  Wesley smiled at the thought of Japanese being turned away from the pearly gates.

((Obviously my guy would be a huge racist, he's gotta have some flaws))
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Re: The Heroic Clash: The First Meeting
« Reply #59 on: September 09, 2011, 08:00:17 pm »

(I think Red's main problem is that he thinks he knows everything about a person just because he knows what they think they are)

Red turned to Wesley, and looked him up and down. A proud warrior, standing tall and muscled, wearing the union jack on his back. Red had an apt title for him. 'Knight'. He certainly seemed like the type. A bad knight, insanely racist and prideful, but still a knight. Useful.  Maybe something could be made of this man. Still, Red did not like his attitude. That was just completely horrible. Rederick decided that he would not use this man because of issues of morality.

"Well, Knight, I will let you know that I am British too, but I would not consider you one of my own on general principle. I do not contort with the blind." Rederick said.
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