"Just fly high enough so he can't hit you with his sword!" I yell, blocking Swordman's blade. He stabs me and I fall against a mound of sand. I backflip over it and duck as Swordman leaps over it. I turn around and slash at him twice.
I chuckled. "I have a bow all right..." I grab it out, then, using my powers, make it into 40 arrows. I put it into my bag and pull out my other bow. I start by firing 15 arrows((so 15x6=...))
I quickly do an uppercut with my sword and notice that it somehow has Knockback 2. I keep hitting Swordman and knock him to the edge of the ravine. He stabs me and I fall back. I quickly throw my Fire Aspect sword at him and he stumbles back. I quickly reclaim my sword and get ready to make the fatal blow.
Swordman:
78.5/200
I kick him down the ravine and he falls down. I look down to see him still alive. Hurt and bloody, but alive. He jumps up, and it's super high. I hear something that sounds like, "Thanks, Sharlon!"
Swordman:
20/200
"THOUSAND RUPTURES!" Swordman yells
Oh, gosh. Not that.
I fly backwards from the force of the impact, landing on the roof of my house. I shoot many arrows at Swordman.
"FORGET THIS!" Sharlon yells, "Don't bother sending the dragon there. I'll take care of this myself." ((Note: Sharlon WILL NOT be defeated in this battle, but we won't die.))
Name*: Rick
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool.
Name*: Rick
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool.
Name*: Rick
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool.
Name*: Rick
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool.
((Accepted. You are ranked Head Mod.))
A new day begins...
Sharlon appears as the sun comes up. "YOU LITTLE BRATS!" he yells. He gets out a sword made of obsidian and descends to the ground. Too bad we didn't finish the combo lock.
Sharlon:
10,000/10,000 ((impossible to defeat, but nobody will die. I'll explain it better when it gets to the point that I need too))
Name*: Rick
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool.
{I'm his friend} {Free shoutout to anyone (Exept Sc1020, i know he know's it) to anyone who guesses what book that swords from, also known and the golden baton or silver rapier}
I notice a new person spawn in. "Take this!" I say, throwing him iron armor and my fire aspect sword. He puts on the armor and I begin a duel with Sharlon. "Face it, fool!" he says, "You can't win a duel with a god!" An arrow from Aura gives me time to open my book.
Name*: Rusty Clip Age*: 23 Personality: A tad crude with humor, and logic, he will often keep quiet, and try scaring others. However, he does think for the team most of the time. Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded Bio*: Raised in a small farm when he was young, he was interested in creatures he had seen at night. After slaughtering plenty in his later years, he grew bored and began looking at raw material all around. He gathered plentiful amounts and began working on brewing stands, making all kinds of sick nasty magics. He often serves up some good old potions and usually makes sure to have a few now and then just in case. Special Item (for stranded people): Regular seeds he calls Magic Moron Seeds. Other*: Has a strange acceptance of Clowns, and hates Owls.
Name*: Rusty Clip Age*: 23 Personality: A tad crude with humor, and logic, he will often keep quiet, and try scaring others. However, he does think for the team most of the time. Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded Bio*: Raised in a small farm when he was young, he was interested in creatures he had seen at night. After slaughtering plenty in his later years, he grew bored and began looking at raw material all around. He gathered plentiful amounts and began working on brewing stands, making all kinds of sick nasty magics. He often serves up some good old potions and usually makes sure to have a few now and then just in case. Special Item (for stranded people): Regular seeds he calls Magic Moron Seeds. Other*: Has a strange acceptance of Clowns, and hates Owls.
((you appear to have a lack of class and reading rules, so you are denied.))
{Guess I'll start then with my POV}
The sound of the dieing boar was music to ricks ears as his blade sank deep into its back. A days successful hunt to add some meat and ivory to his pile.
"Well, guess i'll take this back and go explore that cave I saw, or, maybe, I could investigate those sounds i heard last night, sounded like people, any closer I can get to a new ship the better." Thoguht Rick as he dragged the hogs carcass back to his cave. The next day he goes in the direction he heard the sounds in, arms himself and brings food for a few days journey with ivory to hopefully trade, and sets off. Once he gets there he draws his sword and the beast in front of him glares at some other humans, if he ever were to kill Galardinino he had to get a ship, which ment helping these poor worthless humans in this duel. He sighs and leaps into a full onslaught, later to turn into a massacre...
The text changes before my eyes. ((U r now accepted. Tell me ur class))
Many will rise But most will fall A handful of heroes Must save us all But an abnormal threat will be your demise Beware heroes; You must look into the dragon's eyes
Swordman:
175/200
Steve:
96.25/100
Swordsman
85/200(as 1 arrow=6 dmg.)
I quickly do an uppercut with my sword and notice that it somehow has Knockback 2. I keep hitting Swordman and knock him to the edge of the ravine. He stabs me and I fall back. I quickly throw my Fire Aspect sword at him and he stumbles back. I quickly reclaim my sword and get ready to make the fatal blow.
Swordman:
78.5/200
I kick him down the ravine and he falls down. I look down to see him still alive. Hurt and bloody, but alive. He jumps up, and it's super high. I hear something that sounds like, "Thanks, Sharlon!"
Swordman:
20/200
"THOUSAND RUPTURES!" Swordman yells
Oh, gosh. Not that.
I fly backwards from the force of the impact, landing on the roof of my house. I shoot many arrows at Swordman.
Swordman:
4/100
Steve;
20/100
Swordsman
defeated(again)/100
I flew back down again and said "What's up?"
Steve:
100/100
"FORGET THIS!" Sharlon yells, "Don't bother sending the dragon there. I'll take care of this myself." ((Note: Sharlon WILL NOT be defeated in this battle, but we won't die.))
I sighed. "I'm gonna...uh..."
I realize that the book's effect never took place. What's going on?
"Hey, Aura. Could you give me a hand?" I ask, getting to work on a compact combination lock.
Age*: 27
Personality: Strong, silent, stealthy, and works alone.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Tought by the ways of the creed and sent by ship to kill an enemy but his ship sank and had to take refuge on the island
Special Item (for stranded people): An old emerald handed hand and a half sword with serphents heads on the ends of the hilt and the thin razor body around the blade.
Special Power (for Sharlon's servants):
Class (see below. Only for stranded people): Warrior
Other*: He has a pitch-dark cloak that can completly conceal him on a full moon only, other wise it looks cool. {I'm his friend} { I ment hilted not handed}
((Accepted. You are ranked Head Mod.))
A new day begins...
Sharlon appears as the sun comes up. "YOU LITTLE BRATS!" he yells. He gets out a sword made of obsidian and descends to the ground. Too bad we didn't finish the combo lock.
Sharlon:
10,000/10,000 ((impossible to defeat, but nobody will die. I'll explain it better when it gets to the point that I need too))
There is no such thing as immortality
Age*: 23
Personality: A tad crude with humor, and logic, he will often keep quiet, and try scaring others. However, he does think for the team most of the time.
Stranded or Evil?*: Stranded
Bio*: Raised in a small farm when he was young, he was interested in creatures he had seen at night. After slaughtering plenty in his later years, he grew bored and began looking at raw material all around. He gathered plentiful amounts and began working on brewing stands, making all kinds of sick nasty magics. He often serves up some good old potions and usually makes sure to have a few now and then just in case.
Special Item (for stranded people): Regular seeds he calls Magic Moron Seeds.
Other*: Has a strange acceptance of Clowns, and hates Owls.
((you appear to have a lack of class and reading rules, so you are denied.))
Other: Pi
The sound of the dieing boar was music to ricks ears as his blade sank deep into its back. A days successful hunt to add some meat and ivory to his pile.
"Well, guess i'll take this back and go explore that cave I saw, or, maybe, I could investigate those sounds i heard last night, sounded like people, any closer I can get to a new ship the better." Thoguht Rick as he dragged the hogs carcass back to his cave. The next day he goes in the direction he heard the sounds in, arms himself and brings food for a few days journey with ivory to hopefully trade, and sets off. Once he gets there he draws his sword and the beast in front of him glares at some other humans, if he ever were to kill Galardinino he had to get a ship, which ment helping these poor worthless humans in this duel. He sighs and leaps into a full onslaught, later to turn into a massacre...
Many will rise
But most will fall
A handful of heroes
Must save us all
But an abnormal threat will be your demise
Beware heroes; You must look into the dragon's eyes