RP Battle the Doc, if you dare!

[DrNova]

Anyone want to RP battle me?
Will also need a judge to determine the winner, based on grammer, creativity, and style.

Battlers rules, No God'ing (declaring whether or not you hit an opponent), no "Master play" (playing a nearly invincible character/defending or dodging EVERY attack, even he most complex ones, easy blocks and dodges are no issue)

3 rounds.
Player 1 attacks
Player 2 defends and counter

Player 1 defends and counters
Player 2 defends and counters

Player 1 defends and counters
Player 2 defends

Anyone wanna spar?  :cheesy:

[Bobbus]

Character: Eramathrian

Setting: Pirate ship docked at the local port in midevil times.

Eramathrian, a revered warrior of the Albarian Tribe, grabs his Iron Dagger out of his backpack, and attempts to stab DrNova

[Reguba]

If you would like, I can judge it for ya Dr.

[DrNova]

Cool :)

No offence Bobbus, but you wouldnt stand a chance, I need a real opponent :)

[Bobbus]

lol ok. Good luck finding one ^^

[DrNova]

Watch the battle if I find an opponent, get some tips :)

[Bobbus]

lol all right.

[Reguba]

Ok, I'll judge if you find an opponent otherwise I'll spar  ;) I think I know what you are looking for.

[DrNova]

kk :)

[Reguba]

Somebody judge or fight with the Dr. Don't worry if you lose… After all he is a Doctor.

[Reguba]

Excuse the double post but Doc if you want we can just go at it for the fun of it.

[DrNova]

Sounds good.
Not today though, just in a sour mood.  Wouldnt do well

[Reguba]

That's cool with me, just start the fight when your ready.

[monowolf00]

Character- Larusse

Setting-Cliff overlooking a vast valley

Larusse, a French ninja, runs at DrNova full speed and tries to knock him off the cliff.

[DrNova]

Steel, your outclassed to XD
Sorry.
Would you mind judging though?
Criteria for judging (if you choose to
Creativity
Style
Grammer

Also Locke, no editing posts.
Mistakes re set in stone, so double check before posting.
Here I go.

Round 1

I'll start Locke.

[monowolf00]

I suppose I can judge, too bad you won't let me play, I already planned out my next 5 moves. :P

[DrNova]

The brown stallion thundered across the plain, heavy snorts flaring from its nostrils.  The rider upon him scanned the horizon with sun worn eyes, slitted against the burning orb above, weathered by life on the plains.

A heavy cloak hung about this ones frame however, defying the unbearable heat of the sun, and a cowl draped across his face left little to view but piercing black eyes.  The cloak rose to a hood over his head, a cocoon of dusty brown wool, and one would think this suffocation would down a man in no time, the humid air thick as an overgrown jungle.

He noticed it not, however, the pains of this world were no longer of concern to him.  Long had he shed his humanity, now a vile creature of fear, none who had crossed his path would ever push the terror from their minds.

Alighting atop a small crested hill, Veskla scanned the distance, seeking one who had once before eluded his grasp.  Sharp eyes find his target, and a rare emotion, boiling anger, rises briefly within him, though it does not last long.  Emotion was a useless accessory, and it had mostly been shed along with his humanity.

A cloaked arm rises, and throws back the hood, revealing a dull cracked skull.  Bits of flesh still hang from his head, and his eyes are still moist, but little else of his former visage remains.

Leaning forwards, he whispers a few words to the ear of his horse, and the beast leaps from the hilltop, bearing down upon Veskla's enemy.  As he rides, the illusion of flesh falls from his horse, exposing the rotting carcass that it is, and the foul stench of death follows, the grass wilting along his course.

As his beast burdens down the hillside, Veskla raises a hand in the air before him, gracefully tracing a figure in the air as his lipless mouth utters words of the dark.  A mist forms before the undead rider and mount, unaffected by the winds as they rush past, and soon solidifies into a terrible looking creature, a winged creature from the darkest of nightmares. 

At his masters bidding, the entity takes flight, teeth and razor sharp claws extended, bearing down on his masters foe with a hunger for flesh..

[Reguba]

The piercing screech of the hell-spawned beast instills fear in everything within a towns radius. A quick clatter of heavy plated armor is all that is heard before Karsk, a knight of divinity is up on his feet.

He sees the demon of darkness swiftly gliding towards him, sharp fangs and talons just waiting for the perfect moment to strike out and tear an unsuspecting foe to tiny ribbons…

With every instant the beast growing closer... The sky darker... Karsk catches a glimpse of the one who sent the beast... He recognizes the rotted skull and face. The one who is viewed upon almost as the Grim Reaper himself.

Not a moment too soon, Karsk drops onto one knee and draws his tower shield from his back and slams it into the dirt to create a wall in front of him. Holding the shield with all of his might, waiting for the impending blow...

Karsk reaches for a tome attached by a chain to his belt. As he touches the book the text of it almost seemed to glow a slight gold color. Karsk swiftly shifts the pages to the one desired, he quickly chants a passage written in the book as if he were attempting to invoke something.

The winged-demon is now only a short distance away. After reading the passage Karsk's white armor begins to shine, exposing words along the chest piece that read, "Holy Order". His armor becomes intertwined with the holy powers of light, in an attempt to steal back the approaching demon.

As the demon reaches it's target Karsk draws his now glowing blade from his belt.

The demon strikes with an incredible blow, although barely shifting Karsk's shield and foothold. As contact between Karsk and the demon was made a bright flash of light illuminated the all but dark plain.

Karsk's armor faded back to it's original state. Karsk picked up his shield and saw all that was left of the demon was still glowing cinders on the ground right where his shield had been.

As Karsk stood up it revealed an extremely built man, wearing heavy white armor, his face
littered with scars from his countless brawls and wars... As he returned his gaze to the true foe he uttered the word, "...Veskla".

Karsk quickly got into a suitable stance, he once again opened his tome and whispered a few words... He returned his fixed glare onto Veskla, at the same moment his sword began to glow as if it were as hot as the sun itself.

With all but a single drip of sweat on his forehead Karsk thrust his sword deeply into the ground of the grassy plain... A moment later a crack in the pitch black sky appeared and a bolt of heavenly wrath shot toward Veskla, as if with only one purpose, to remove the darkness from the plains.

Side Note: I hope I provide some kind of a challenge for you, I have never done this kind of thing before  :)

[monowolf00]

Hmm…..
I'll grade you guys.

DrNova
Creativity- 7
Style- 9
Grammar- 8

Total-24
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Reguba
Creativity-8
Style-8
Grammar-7

Total-23
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So far, DrNova is winning by a point.

[DrNova]

A sneer peeled back the remains of Veskla's lips, jaw exposed in a sickening display, as his minion met the power of the holy champion.  The very presence of Karsk's blessed power sent waves of revulsion down his spine, and he spit a curse to the gods above, and spurred his beast faster.

As if in reply to his blasphemy however, a terrible crack resounded across the plain, rolling endlessly like the sea in storm.  A blazing bolt tore through the air towards Veskla, as if the sun itself aimed to pour down upon him.

With a quickness defying his rotted frame, Veskla tore the cloak from about his body, and flung it overhead.  However a cloak it was no longer, as it spread and shifted into a cloud of bats, a thousand wings furiously swarming about overhead.

No sooner then this trick of cursed magics was done, was the bolt upon him.  It tore through the cloud of bats, each bursting into a flash of flame before disappearing, however the intensity of the blast was dulled before it hit Veskla.

A raging pain flowed through him, and a wretched screech tore from his rotting core, not a physical pain, as he no longer felt such things, but the agony of a force opposite to his own.
The holy fire exploded upon impact, a cloud of dirt and pebbles flung into the sky, before raining down in a light pattering, back onto the plain.

Smoke drifted from the crater, and Veskla emerged from it like a shadow, bone fingers clawing up over the edge.

He pulled himself upright atop, eyes burning with hatred glaring down at the one below him.  Clawed fingers raised high into the air, tattered rags of burnt flesh and cloth falling from the upraised arm, and the tongue of the devil spoke, deep guttural words long silenced coming from Veskla's chattering skull.

A chill wind blew in from behind him, almost nothing more then a wave of grass across the plain, till a savagely fierce wind blasted against Karsk, though no sound did it make.

The earth tremored slightly, and two columns of dirt began to rise before him, something pushing its way up from the depths of hell towards this world.
And from hell they indeed had came, as they burst free from the earth, dirt falling from their scaled hides.

These two were demons, even unto demons, dark twisted collections of souls from the darkest and most cruel of mankind.  Humanoid on shape, in the dark they would look perhaps like a large man, but illuminated, they were hideous creatures, twisted and mishapen, grotesquely oversized hands with needle sharp claws clattering together in anticipation. Thick scales patchworked across their bodies in no particular fashion, and where there were no scales, rotting flesh was laced with leeches and worms.
Faces once human, had seemingly melted into bizarre grimaces, and oversized mouths gnashed razor pointed teeth in hunger.

A terrible laugh came from Veskla, and with a motion of his hand, the two terrible creatures flung themselves at Karsk in an unholy fury, their terrible screams piercing through the air in a torturous tone.

[Reguba]

Karsk watched in awe as he viewed the rising of the hell-spawns… Never before had he seen such fowl beasts rise so quickly! With nothing more then a slight clacking sound of his armor he was in a ready stance once again.

The newly spawned demons, although big, seemed to have a retarded movement speed. Karsk took advantage of this and charged at the nearest demon. With his tower shield and sword drawn he barreled across the slowly dying grass... Veskla caused life to flee his path where ever he went.

Upon reaching the first demon Karsk took advantage of the demons size allowing it to swing it's mighty claws at him first and then retaliating while the demon tried to reposition itself. With the hell-spawns stomach region wide open, Karsk swung with all his might.

A horrid sound was made when the demons abdomen was torn open by the blade of a sword. Intestines poured out onto the battlefield... All else that was heard was the blood curdling scream from the demon as it seemed to lose it's balance.

The beast fell over on it's side... Blood still warm, gushing out of the freshly carved hole, the beast was still not dead, instead lying on the ground with the most gruesome pain imaginable.

As part of the Holy Order, not even Karsk can make a demon from the pits of hell suffer the way it was. Immediately Karsk took one more swing and severed the head of the beast. Blood came out in spurts, the beasts heart still beating.

In the quick fray with the first demon Karsk had almost all but forgotten about the other beast. By this time it was far too late. Karsk turned around to have four huge claws tear across his face and into his neck. Karsk knew that if the fresh wound on his neck was not tended to he would most definitely bleed out. Karsk was not about to falter this easily.

Karsk, gripping the wide wound on his neck made a mad dash away from the beast. Bent down on one knee and opened his tome. He then read a passage from the tome and stood up. Upon standing he let both of his arms fall to his sides. At his feet a bright ring of light appeared and quickly moved up his body and returned skin to the small cuts and scratches on his face. Karsk knew he could not recover the large gash on his neck this easily.

Once the light had gone above Karsk's head it burst into fine cinders of holy energy and fell to the ground. Karsk's bleeding had stopped his neck not completely healed. All that was left of the gash was a small knife sized cut, still very tender.

Karsk quickly got the pain out of his mind and focused his thoughts on the beast he had left behind. It was charging towards him, it's jaw mashing up and down as if it was already chewing on its foe... Karsk got ready to charge at the beast, a plan was already set in his mind.

He began to run towards the beast while it charged at him. As soon as it looked as though they would collide, Karsk dropped down and slid beside the demon as it ran past, holding his sword towards the demon's legs as it passed.

Karsk looked at his blade, covered in black rotten blood and festering pieces of flesh, he returned his gaze to the demon he had just passed. It stood there motionless... It attempted to turn and look back but as soon as it moved... It's entire upper body fell to the ground.

The beasts legs had been severed at the shin by Karsk's blade. As the demon writhed in pain, Karsk looked at it's lower legs just standing as if a pair of boots, he knew he must end the beasts agony. As with the last demon he severed the head and blood spurt all over Karsk's armor.

Looking back at Veskla, Karsk shouted, "When will you fight me yourself, coward!". Karsk pulled out his tome once more and chanted a few words, words very similar to the ones used to banish demons back to the pits from whence they came. But Karsk knew those silly incantations would never work on a force as powerful as Veskla.

After finishing the incantation, it was obvious that it was no banishment spell at all. Instead holy spikes grew from the earth quickly beneath Veskla's feet. White and piercing they shot out towards Veskla...

[DrNova]

I'll do my post tomorrow (not in the mood to write atm)
This is going into last round, so on your post after this one of mine, you only defend and close the battle (method is up to you, no godding though)

[Reguba]

Sounds good, I might just flip a coin to decide how I end it… If the coin lands on it's side we go home friends.

[DrNova]

lol a paladin equivalent and a necromancer equivalent, chummin around and pickin up girls together.

What a duo

[Reguba]

You know it. :cool: