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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/3/2016 3:03:55 AM
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A masked stranger approaches, a tattered grey cloak swishing behind him. The hilt of a sword protrudes over his right shoulder, through a flap in the worn cloak. As he enters through the wrought iron southern gates, a cool wind swirls in, stirring the plants just slightly. The faint scent reminds those who care to pay attention of autumn. He steps forward, and says quietly, "I search for a worthy foe to face in honorable combat." Strangely, his words can be heard from quite far away.
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*shalidor walks up from the dojo* "I heard you wanted a fight. Define honorable combat though, might not have the same definition as me..."
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"It means we fight, and I determine if I'm going to kill you"
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"Is that so? Then let us not waste too much time." *shalidor begins to prepare his magic for battle*
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The stranger dashes forward, old cloak sliding through the air behind him. His sword slices through the air, aimed at your neck.
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*shalidor casts a spell quickly, his skin becomes covered in a magic aura which protects against the sword, he then shoots a fireball that explodes on you, when the fire clears, he's farther back*
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The stranger is majorly unharmed by the fire, though the edge of his cloak smolders. You get the impression of a smile, briefly. Then, in a blur, the cloaked man is on you again, attacking with a flurry of strikes. "Your magic won't survive more than a few hits with this."
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[spoiler]bump[/spoiler]
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*shalidor teleports and then covers himself in another magic aura, he then hits you with bolt of lightning*
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[b]You suddenly teleport outside the gates, which are now closed [/b] "We don't like trespassers."
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You blink, and the stranger is once again standing in the gates, right in front of you. He draws his sword with a near silent ringing. "Is that a challenge?"
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[b]Once again you stand outside a woman approaches you from behind [/b] "What is with you people and barging in?"
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"I won't ask again. Do you accept my challenge?"
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"Nah. Unless you're trying to get in."
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"I am. Shall we fight?"
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"I suppose we could."
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Edited by BrandRobKus: 7/3/2016 12:54:44 PM*After a minute, you feel slightly warmer as a man of 5'10" came up to you, his blazing crimson eyes looking you up and down, a mask covering most of his face. You can tell he's stronger than he appears, probably because of the multiple knives on his back, an icy blue one catches your eye. He also holds a four and a half foot long dark blue katana/broadsword mix with ominous emerald green flames dancing around the blade* Welcome, newcomer. I saw you already met the family furry, Sketch. [spoiler]bio: https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/819710/206765915/0/0/1[/spoiler]
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The man's eyes narrow. "Will you face me in a duel?"
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If you would like, for this will be a valiant battle.
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In response, the man merely draws the longsword on his back in response.
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*Mortar holds up his sword, the green flames burn brighter as he does this* I insist, make the first move
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Edited by Skatch142: 7/3/2016 2:33:37 PM*A cat/wolf creature appears from the shadows. Most of the fur on his face is blue and he is wearing a slightly metallic duster. He speaks in a strange, unidentifiable accent.* "Who are you supposed to buh?"
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[spoiler]you forgot the buh.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]OH MAH LORD I DID!!!!!!!!!![/spoiler]
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"A Ghost of a bygone age. Now, are you here to fight me beast, or just to waste my time?"
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"Did you just call me a beast???"
