GTB VI. Imported from live Gaia guild archive.
Description:A square stone platform raised three feet off the ground. A stadium of a crowd surrounds the entire field (so ignore the backdrop in the above picture).
Field Measurements:
Stone Platform - 40 x 40 yards Surrounding Grass - 15 yards between the platform and the audience
Ten Count Boundary: As soon as both feet touch the grass, the ring out count begins. Going higher than forty yards into the air starts a ten count.
Ser Chaymin Prayns didn't look much the knight, his armor sparse and of common means; perhaps, he wasn't one as long as he bore the accursed form of a relatively hairless ape. His large hands fit snugly into functional, steel gauntlets, and his upper torso and inner shoulders guarded themselves with a ringed, chain shirt. Otherwise, he wore unassuming brown cloth (slightly reinforced) garments, tightly-laced leather boots, and a handmade leather belt that held two light throwing axes by thin strips.
Yet, such was enough for the former frogman. Chaymin moved out of the preparation room, shuffled quickly through the passageways, and strode out the main entrance to the stadium with a heavy hand pushing the gate open. But none of the crowd's clamor followed this champion, for he was what was.
He certainly was not a charming prince. When he was born a frogman, his features were plain and mild; as a hairless ape, his muddy eyes sank into the deep violet bags beneath them. Though, oddly enough, Chaymin did have oily, jet black hair upon the crown of his skull, cut (recently, as the ends are strangely even) to the bottom of his ears. Something he considered a peculiarity and vulnerability for such "men." His body showed little favor to the goddess of beauty, as well. His cascading muscles were functional, and fit his unappealing, rectangular form, standing nearly six feet tall in his boots.
Chaymin shifted briskly towards the arena platform, bearing a simple smirk as he ran a litmus test on the audience. His steps seemed comfortable and accessible, reflecting his lighter load of equipment. After climbing the platform, moving a few steps, and then waiting for his opponent's move, Chaymin drew his zweihander (complete with parrying hooks) from the chain on his back and settled into a basic guard position, leading with his right hand nearest to the cross hilt. Simultaneously his left foot triangle-stepped forward and perfectly balanced out the steel blade that now projected sixty-eight inches total in front of the false knight.
Equipment: Two throwing axes, belt Not Needle, zweihander, wielded in two hands Bloodroot (whip), coiled in a bag behind his right shoulder
Spirit: 100%, no passive drain. Essence: Three of body, three of mind, three of soul Stamina: Comfortable, normal heart rate, slow, deep breaths
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The simple farmer walked up to the arena, a smile on his face and a pickle jars in each hand, a bucket tied to his waist opposite to it was his trusty handaxe, and his backpack strapped on firmly with his scythe separating his backpack from his back. The large crowd was a surprise to him, the fights back home consisted of everyone's first and second cousins gathering around a large pit, complaining that grandma’s food was worse than last year’s.
As he stepped into the arena, he sucked in a bellyful of air and shouted at the top of his lungs. “I am Farmer Abraham Washington, the Champion of Husbandry, tiller of fields, sower of seeds, and ain’t too bad on the eyes.”
As his proclamation echoed throughout the arena, the farmer threw one of the jars a good thirty five feet in front of himself. When the jar landed it shattered,a large amount of dirt and manure splattered around the impact point, and were the dirt landed instantaneously sprouted wheat.
((OOC: Ma's birthday, so that's why it took me awhile to respond. I may be able to get in another post edgewise before the evening comes. Any questions, and just PM me.)
Chaymin eyed the farmer carefully, his intuition reminding him to not put much faith into appearances, and started walking at a brisk pace during the farmer’s speech, moving across upwards against the left diagonal from his viewpoint. Though he no longer followed much of his former chivalric code, Chaymin was forced to exchange his name by the shallow vestige that remained, and replied croaking (during his movement, about the same time as Abe’s toss): “I am Ser Chaymin Prayns, knight-errant.”
At the end of his movement, Chaymin had circled clockwise thirty feet with respect to the center of the arena, which is coincidentally where Abraham’s mystical seed has spilled. His mind raced and his preternatural intuition reached out towards the sudden outcropping of wheat, wondering if perhaps it was some sort of divinely-inspired force, and Abe was literally the champion of farming. He tended towards darker thoughts, considering releasing his own “blessed” crop, but he relented – careful to prevent his god-scorn and emotions from ruling his day.
To chase away his own shadow, Chaymin fell into a meditative trance and naturally loosened up his entire body. His neck and shoulders fell forwards, his arms dropped down and he lowered his guard, his hands followed by barely gripping the blade, and his legs now pressed lighter upon the ground. His face rode the same wave of calmness, and soon his lips and tongue pressed out an audible, crisp “Sssslllllllluuuuuurrrrrrrppppp.” At the end of this chant, Chaymin’s muddy eyes glared directly at Abe, through the wheat, with renewed focus and vigor.
Spirit: 89%, -10% still mind, -1% towards zweihander control Essence: Three of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Comfortable, very slow deep breathing, nominal heart rate, and an extraordinarily still mind
Quote: Wrote:> Still Mind > > “Sssslllllllluuuuuurrrrrrrppppp.” > Cost: 10% spirit, 1 mind > By becoming one with his inner tongue and loosening his entire body, Chaymin can greatly increase his mental efficacy and reaction timing, acting as an analogue to a mental “haste” spell, without any physical speed increase, of course, for one post cycle.
show spoilerhide spoiler Froggy Sense - passive Blessed with preternatural intuition, Chaymin’s refined survival instincts persisted through his transformation, allowing him to feel nature and sense danger on a truly prodigious level. Tempered by his experience as a knight, he subconsciously identifies evil, and readily recognizes murderous intent emanating from visible foes. Awakened by tragedy and crisis, Chaymin’s spiritual awareness rivals his animalistic talent, and superficially understands supernatural irregularities without much conscious effort. His innate genius causes him to unconsciously channel his “battle spirit”, while completely unaware of any spiritual technique, as a natural part of his movement. As an aside, since intuition is based on filtering of the senses, any action that hinders them shall also dampen his capability. Conversely, Perfect Self strengthens this gift. [Note: In combat, it serves as a constant, Detect Magic and Detect Evil at their minimum effects. He is not able to discern location for these two effects. He is not prescient, and is limited to the information that his senses are given in the past and present. ]
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With a click the jar would be attached to his overall’s pocket, ready to be pulled at a moments notice. As he walked over to the freshly grown wheat, he armed himself with his scythe, stopping five feet away from the wheat, he smiled at his freshly grown crop.
“Its amazing, ain’t it? Less’en a second and it just sprout up. Still surprised when I see it. Though, it tastes like the crap its grown from, good for feedin’ the pigs. But try’en make bread from it and damn, you feel like you bit into a rotten egg thats been sitting on the sidewalk for three whole days.”
((Sorry that I was kinda assing off for the hour, 'was doing a few things. ))
While not technically hasted, Chaymin's body reacted quicker to his mental commands for that brief time period following his chant, and he power-walked (no triangle step, as he currently wasn't settled into a guard) forty additional feet straight ahead (line parallel to the platform edge), and kept the blade's hilt (and his hands) situated at his hips.
For whatever reason, his current state of mind made him stammer as if he was on speed, Chaymin blasted off a simple adage: "All men reap what they sow," in response to Abe's little tangent.
Now lying about twenty feet away from Abe (and ten from the wheat), Chaymin's left hand shifted towards his belt, ripped a throwing axe from his belt (damaging the strap in the process), and tossed it at a side-ways angle, as if it were a discus, towards Abe's chest. His left foot moved naturally to aide the momentum, and also prepare to settle into a proper blade-stance afterwards. Of course, this would result in a weaker, horizontal parabola, but Chaymin wanted to test the cleric's response to surprise attacks - not inflict truly grevious wounds. As an aside, his Clear Mind enchantment has mostly worn off by this point due to Abe's speech, so his toss only benefited slightly from the improved reaction timing / toss angle analysis.
His mind now completely settled back to normal, and his right hand required more active control to handle the eight pounds of steel. He would attempt to reestablish standard guard over the blade and brought his left hand back over, leading with right hand, settling the pommel near his navel, and arching the blade very slightly upward, following the most basic stance.
Spirit: 88%, -1% towards zweihander one-handed Essence: Three of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Normal breathing, slightly elevated heart rate, and mind back to NORMAL
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The champion laughed as the axe was released from the boy’s hand at this sideways angle, the axe sailed far to the left. The axe’s unbalanced weight had fishtailed itself, leading to the haywire course.
“Boy, I say, boy lemmy axe you a question, didn’t ya’ll momma teach yah how to throw an axe? Ya gotta throw it overhand if you wanna hit anything.”
The champion sauntered to position the wheat diagonally between himself and the boy. The scythe still gripped ready to respond to a charge.
“And who you kiddin’ all men reap what they sow, I got a buddy o’ mine who sows his field, yet when harvest time came ‘round he just lets the crops die every other year, he says its good for the land, I say he’s wastin’ good seed.”
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Unfortunately for Chaymin, his surprise maneuver had given him little time to aim properly, and his axe veered off-course, due more to his sudden shift in mental states than the sideways nature of the throw. That's the price he paid for speed, and it's something that he would have to get used to, with his strange abilities.
"Never thought it would hit," Chaymin croaked in response bit about his mum, mostly honest. He also never thought that it would have missed like that, but that's what happened.
With the current positioning, Abe would have to step backwards and to his left to create such an opening. Chaymin wasn't very keen on letting that happen, expecting the cleric to use the wheat as some sort of projectile volley.
So, Chaymin took approximately three triangle-steps (fairly wide, left foot leading) to close the remaining gap, moving as Abe did, but took caution to avoid entering within the six-foot reach of Abe's scythe at all costs, even with his blade. If he was able to catch up to the farmer, he would take a powerful, deep right-step forward (when Abe tried to shuffle to the left and cross the wheat, in attempt to limit his evasive options), engage his blade into the same area of the scythe (so their long, five feet lengths could make contact), and slash across towards the farmer's right (and his left), but actually intending to sunder his weapon across the wooden haft, at a point about a foot under its curved blade. It would serve two purposes: testing if the weapon was magical, and how the man would react to a feint actually targeted at his weapon.
Spirit: 86%, -2% towards zweihander Essence: Three of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Normal breathing, slightly elevated heart rate, ready for tomfoolery
A grin was smeared across the champion’s face as the boy attempted to attack the scythe. When the boy stepped in range, the farmers response would be a swift fluid motion.The motion of the scythe would cause the attempt to sunder the champions weapon to fail, as he thrust the blade of the scythe in between the boy’s legs and hooked his right leg, and with a fluid pull upward, the boys foot would be sliced from his leg.
Chaymin's blade followed Abraham's scythe, since he had apparently decided to thrust it outwards towards a target that he could not reach without a lunge (which Abe had failed to make, his feet had not moved), oferring the knight-errant a larger target area for his sunder attept. Following through on the strike, Chaymin dropped his right wrist down lower, while his left wrist rose and angled his zweihander downwards, intercepting the blade far before it would even get close to his feet (which he couldn't even reach if Chaymin failed to block). It was a simple switch, since Chaymin didn't have to change his footwork, and only had to rotate his arms and elbows a tad. In fact, Chaymin's sunder attempt would have connected as it were, he just altered his attack to assure that the haft would indeed split cleanly, and reduce Abe's leverage.
But that wasn't enough of a lesson for a fool who brought a scythe (the worst possible weapon) to a warrior's fight, so Chaymin would briefly draw his hands back in, bringing the pommel back towards his navel, and then would lunge forward with his left leg in a smooth motion, thrust (from Chaymin's left) his zweihander forward towards Abraham's right rotator cuff, angling his elbows again such that the flat (medium, meaning his parrying hooks are still free) of his blade would push away what was now a quarterstaff, while the tip (weak) would dance around the other side of the staff.
Spirit: 85%, -1% towards Zweihander Essence: Three of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Normal breathing, slightly elevated heart rate, protected from no sells
HOLD IT!
The shout seemed to come out from the side lines, drowning out the rest of the crowd. It didn't take much effort to locate the source, some spikey haired pre-teen standing up on top of one of the chairs. His dark blue jacket swayed epicly in a breeze that wasn't there, and his eyes burned with an intense passion!
"Go!"
Your attention would lower, to the man's hands. One held a curious looking card. Meanwhile the other arm seemed to have a large and cumbersome device attached to it looking like it was made out of cheap plastic from China. Slapping the card down onto the device, a few LCD lights would flicker and flash while the pre puberty boy gave a cocky sneer.
Time around the two fighters would slow down. While they were still thinking in full speed, it felt like each one had taken a strong hit of Slo-Mo. But it didn't just stop there. Time suddenly froze, locking the two combatants as well. They were trapped, unable to move...no. Wait. They were moving all right. Time was reversing back to their previous posts! In a whirlwind of motion the two would find themselves back at the instant where Whatshisface was trying to break Whoeverthatotherguyis's scythe!
REWIIIIIIIIND!
(We are reverting back so that each of your last posts didn't happen. It will be Farmer Abe's turn and he will post a reply properly responding to CapitalistGold's sunder attempt. This will allieve any confusion. So help you should I be called back in for this issue. Next time it'll be DBZ.)
As the frogman's sword swing came in to sunder his weapon, the Champion of Husbandry swung his scythe in almost a full circle. He kicked off his right foot, turning on his left for half, then planted the right and swung the left to complete the spinning backstep. At the end of this whirlwind of sheer agricultural finesse, the Champion's strength would hurl the reaping blade at his opponent's midsection. Even though the tool was never designed for flight, the scythe would either strike the boy with its blade or haft, yet either making contact would have enough force to shatter the weapon painfully against his torso.
The Master of Agriculture collected himself after his spin and ran into the stand of wheat. As he centered himself in the head-tall grain, he dug through his bag for a certain jar....
((Edit: I forgot to link some abilities
Quote: Wrote:> Throw anything. > (Small objects: 20 Ibs. and less can be accurately thrown 40 feet,) > (Medium objects: 50 Ibs. and less can be accurately thrown 25 feet,) > (Large objects: 100 Ibs. and less can be accurately thrown 10 feet.)
Quote: Wrote:> 600 lbs. Overhead lift.
))
Farmer Abe Wrote:
((Sorry that it so long to respond. I had some things to do in the evening last night, and decided that I would be better off posting in the morning. And then I overslept. I should be able to get another post in today, and then I'll probably be chilling with friends. If something is weird, feel free to PM me, but I'm not sure when if I'll be here later in the evening.))
In the time that Champion Abraham took to take three spinning backwards steps, Ser Chaymin would take a single left-step forward, and shift his guard with a quick counter-clockwise twist of his right arm with his left following close behind. This, of course, would lock his arms somewhat-together for the moment, but such resistance to motion is exactly what the hedge-knight needed to brace himself against such a magnificently-agricultural toss. (To prevent any weird misconceptions, I've included a fairly accurate picture.)
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Focusing on his "Froggy Sense," or warrior's intuition, Chaymin would wait for the best moment to intercept the blade, which would be when he could catch the blade of the scythe against the strong, flat ricasso of his zweihander. Just before the blades struck, the frog-knight would tighten up his entire body to bear against the sheer force of the impact.
When the moment of truth arrived, Chaymin would feel a very intense vibration within his sword and arms as Not Needle chipped, which didn't bode too well for his own zweihander's integrity, as he had to bring the tip fairly close to the ground, probably blunting the tip as well. In his mind, the blade would no longer be combat-worthy until he inspected it with a smith's eye. When the scythe literally broke, a small remnant of the haft would crash against left side of Chaymin's mail shirt (while the rest of the mass and splinters fell harmless around him), with enough force to bruise some chest muscles near his ribs, but not nearly enough to break a rib; most of the force was delivered towards ruining Chaymin's blade.
Chaymin would glumly shift his arms out of the barrier guard, unfolding out of the rigid stance into an overhand grip that would naturally allow him to return the blade to the sling across his back. In the same motion, his gauntlet-armored hands would reach and bring his coiled-whip, Bloodroot, out from the bag on his shoulder. Rotating and stepping towards the field of wheat, Chaymin's spiritual awareness would flow into the cursed, scarlet vine, assisting Chaymin's circular wrist motions in uncoiling it, as it began to slither as a rattlesnake in the tall, brown grass. As the field of wheat was only ten foot square, Chaymin's eight-foot long whip would be within range (depending on how well he handles it.)
Spirit: 80%, -5% dump towards whip, charging (1) Essence: Three of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Minor pain when breathing for the moment, elevated heart rate
Quote: Wrote:> Bloodroot. > The scarlet red “vine” is covered with numerous barbs across its entire eight-foot length. The barbs have a semi-fractal shape, splitting off the central thorn into two others that continue to split into two more thorns along each auxiliary. The main barbs are (0.3 in) long, while the others are (0.15 in) long, down to (0.075 in). When Chaymin channels spirit into the whip, he is able to perform complex maneuvers such as tying a knot.
The farmer hurried to find the jars he needed, cursing his goat for eating a hole through his handy haversack. This bag’s inability to give him what he needed at a moment’s notice was annoying. Rejoicing, he pulled out a jar with a golden liquid shining in his left hand, mirrored by a brownish jar in his right hand. The Champion would whip the golden jar at the knight errant as he sheathed his blade, coating him in honey. The brownish jar would be thrown at the knight’s feet covering the ground with a thin layer of dirt.
((Someone requested that I went to FNM, so that's why I was late. Got some promos though. redface This post might be a little sloppy due to writing it so late, if so, PM me for clarifications. The timing should be pretty precise, though.)
Farmer Abe Wrote:
Chaymin prepped himself for a roll as soon as he saw two jars readied in Champion Abraham's hand. He put a finger to his mouth, channeled his essence onto his slimy tongue, and produced a whistle, which sounded like it pierced deeply into the ambiance. His body would simultaneously react accordingly to the Abe's first toss, catching his itself on his right forearm. During the movement, he was extremely careful to avoid interaction along the length of the whip within the right hand, evenly distributing the weight then into the shoulder and the rest of his core, before righting himself from this classic parkour-style shoulder roll. Of course, this would mean that the rear of his chain shirt (and possibly the back of his neck), arse, and upper, anterior thighs would be coated in honey -- but Chaymin certainly wouldn't be rehearsing a Nicolas Cage line anytime soon.
During the roll, Chaymin's whip would move with him laterally, and would end up "slashing" at the farmer-champion's knees, while the large amount of "spirit" that Chaymin unconsciously pumped ensured that the one-foot-and-a-half striking end of the whip, would attempt to wrap around the rear of Abe's knees and constrict them in a hooked loop. Chaymin wasn't even sure if the farmer would feel the false serpent's bite until it was too late, due to his hex. The long wheat certainly wasn't going to help him find the devil's root, and the motion of the throw would probably lock him in place.
If Abe was still able to throw the dirt jar, Chaymin would find his boots and lower legs coated with that lovely, agricultural silt.
| o <-- is a rough picture of the whip at the end of its movement.
Quote: Wrote:> Bloodroot, full. > > This cursed root can be shaped into two forms: an eight foot long whip, or a square net with sides of four feet. The scarlet red “vine” is covered with numerous barbs across its entire length. The barbs have a semi-fractal shape, splitting off the central thorn into two others that continue to split into two more thorns along each auxiliary. As a part of an old hex, the deadly plant feasts on blood and the small (0.3 in), main barbs will swell in size, and rapidly grow to the size of one inch when they are able to gorge. The auxiliary barbs will grow to half-an-inch from their base size of 0.15 inches. When Chaymin channels spirit into the whip, he is able to perform complex maneuvers such as tying a knot, and he can additionally pump even larger amounts of spirit into the whip to force growth beyond its normal limits. Either forms will be coiled within a bag near his upper right shoulder.
Quote: Wrote:> Mosquito Bite > “Whistle” > By concentrating and whistling with a single finger as the focus, Chaymin’s first successful attack within the next post cycle (opponent’s reply, Chaymin’s next turn) withholds any pain caused by damage dealt for 3 seconds and then releases the held amount for an extra nuisance. > Cost: 5% spirit, 1 body charge
Spirit: 70%, -5% continued maintenance energy towards whip (charge spent), 5% mosquito bite Essence: TWO of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Minor pain when breathing for the moment, elevated heart rate, backside covered in honey ... though Chaymin's odd sweat would help balance it out.
CapitalistGold Wrote:
The dirt landed at the frogman’s feet and started to stir, a deep red swirling mass that would be crawling up Chaymin’s pant legs actively searching for the location of the honey. Closer inspection would reveal to swirling mass to be a swarm of ants, open flesh would be bitten and inflamed.
The bloodroot was all too familiar to the Farmer, he had heard about its painful qualities of its fast growing barbs, though was surprised that when it lashed around his leg it didn’t hurt at all, if it wasn’t for the fact that his opponent was holding it, the Champion would not have noticed it at all. Though he didn’t understand why he felt the pain of the attack, he knew if he allowed the thorns to remain there would be pain at some point, so bending down and grasping the root where it met his leg the Champion would rip the bloodroot apart, separating the root wrapped around his leg and the rest of the whip, the pain felt by ripping the roots off would cause the Champion to cry out.
“This is nothing! I’ve fallen in bramble patches that hurt more than this.”
Quote: Wrote:> Abilities used > > Encyclopedia Botanica. Knows everything there is to know about plants (Mendel ain’t got st on him) > > > IGot A Jar Of Dirt: Abe’s Jar of Dirt. contains none other than dirt and fire ants, which will attack anything and everything around them, but if something is coated in honey, they will swarm on that first. > > 600 lbs. Overhead lift.**
Farmer Abe Wrote:
Though Chaymin's eyes were focused on the Champion of Husbandry gradually maiming himself, subtle aural and tactile cues would be filtered effectively by the knight's Froggy Sense, that had intuitively suspected insects, though mistaken about the flying part. While he had no time to deal with the fire ants sprayed on his pants from the pot's impact, he would continue to circle clockwise around the Champion, taking two quick, long steps out of the ant puddle.
Of course, this sudden movement would also have a subtle effect on the tension of the vine itself, making the vine that much more taut before the farmer would sunder it with his bare, or were they bear, hands. It was a decent attempt, but ultimately it would have consequences. The whip was intended for incapacitating opponents directly, not indirectly through pain. In fact, Chaymin found the pain caused by the whip to be a hindrance, unless it ended up causing involuntary muscle contractions.
If his opponents heeded its biological warning, they might fare better; otherwise their movements would work against them, causing the barbs to tear up muscles, blood vessels, tendons and ligaments alike as they bit against the contractions. Abraham would be lucky if he was able to stand after aggressive cranking-and tearing the root's end, which would ultimately end up causing the loop's grip to tighten and the barbs to grind against his flesh. Not very lucky, however, since his knees would still be locked in a loop (though, most of its tension had dissipated after the shearing) that threatened to eventually cripple him as the barbs continued to rapidly gorge themselves (especially when the onset of pain hits). With similar luck, Abe's hand would probably lost most of its tendons and function from tightly grasping a barbed "wire" as such.
Fighting against the pain in his legs caused by the biting of the ants (both through his clothes, and from within it for a few lucky ants), Chaymin would attempt to pull the end of now-six-foot-long whip out from Abraham's single hand with both of his own plated hands, and was prepared to overcharge the whip with his own life force if the farmer did not relent.
The knight-errant no longer felt dishonored that he had to resort to the whip. It was the proper choice for dealing with a truly-heroic strongman-cleric-farmer. Then again, if he hadn't been hesitant towards his grease-bomb ...
Spirit: 60%, -5% continued maintenance energy towards whip, -5% specific charge towards overcharging the whip if necessary Essence: TWO of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Minor pain when breathing for the moment, elevated heart rate, pain throughout body for ants that managed to bite their way through the slimy sweat covering his body.
CapitalistGold Wrote:
The Champion released the whip, allowing the opponent to regain control of the whip. The Champion had misjudged the pain caused by the thorns, he kneeled to the ground as the thorns dug into his leg. After kneeling down Abe reached into his back pocket pulling out a silvered flask. The Farmer hastily unscrewed the top and downed the contents, as the liquid hit his tongue the disgusting taste was all Abe could feel. With a confident burst the champion would rip the remaining root wrapped around his leg off, rising triumphantly he shouted at the opponent.
“Its time to separate the wheat from the chaff!”
Quote: Wrote:> Coward Liver Oil: This disgusting oil magically rids the consumer of fear when consumed; this allows Abe to temporarily ignore the fact that he has been injured and gives him a renewed vigor for 3 posts.
Farmer Abe Wrote:
Where the fire ants stung, an internal fire followed, and the pain stewed even hotter in Chaymin's legs. Fortunately during his temporary career of monster-slaying, Chaymin had erred into many a fire ant swarm, albeit not one of this size, and discovered that he was not allergic to their venom. His prior knowledge would harden his resolve; the bruises and inflamed pustules that would follow were nothing compared to what he had inflicted upon Abraham, or so he thought.
Upon regaining control of the whip and falling backwards slightly as a consequence of his pull, he then shifted the weapon to his non-dominant left hand. When he saw Abraham reach towards something in his back pocket, he would regain his balance and reach for the tomahawk on his right hip, undoing the knot properly and lifted it over his right shoulder - this time not addled by his need for speed. When he finally glimpsed what the champion had found: a silvery potion - he would throw the axe at Abraham's adam apple, just above his collar bone. If his axe struck true, it would either shatter the elixir before Abraham could quaff it, or impact near his trachea and hamper his breathing.
Spirit: 53%, - 6% towards whip (less proficient), 1% towards axe, CHARGE WASTED Essence: TWO of body, TWO of mind, three of soul Stamina: Sweating from ant venom and pained breathing, heart beating rather quickly, legs tiring Equipment: Both axes thrown, whip sundered to 6 feet, zweihander blunted and chipped
As the liquid raced into the Champion’s gullet, his sense of fear had left him. A resolute step forward into the spinning axe, he tucked in his shoulder into the path of the axe to allow the handle to smack his shoulder, bruising it badly. His wounds would hurt but, now his mind was full of nothing except the horrid taste.
“Now that was probably the worst tastin’ thing this side of the Styx!”
After emptying the flask the Farmer would make good use of it, in an overhand pitch in an attempt to strike the frogman’s head