NationStates Jolt Archive

Deep in the middle of a New FunkyMonkeyLand city, a secret competition is being organised. A tournament, to the death between any fighters that wish to compete. Projectile weapons are banned, but other than that, anything goes. Fighters from all over the universe have been called in to battle, for death or glory.

Welcome to the tournament.

The rules are simple:

One-on-one melee fights.
Host (me) will determine whether attacks are successful.

Anyone is welcome. Simply:

1. Give a description of your fighter.
2. Give an amount of strength, dexterity and constitution. The total of these three cannot exceed 30.

Enter your fighters now!

Note: Your hit points are 10 x your CON, and your max damage in one hit is your STR. DEX determines your ability to hit and avoid hits.

When you wish to fight, simply challenge a member. If they agree, I will make it official, and the fight will begin.

Current members:

Sir Constantine the Hardy - STR 8, DEX 6, CON 16
Yoshili Shentavo - STR 10, DEX 15, CON 5
The Piece of Yellowfat - STR 12, DEX 8, CON 10
Dark King Zillon - STR 10, DEX 10, CON 10
Miriya Saints-Capsule - STR 14, DEX 8, CON 8

Enter Sir Constantine the Hardy, personal champion of His Imperial and Most Catholic Majesty, Emperor Andreus I of the Holy Empire of Pantocratoria. He is dressed in gothic plate armour of the finest steel, decorated with the golden arms of Pantocratoria. His thick build shows him to be a resilient man. The scars which cover his face, visible through his open visor, tell that he is a man who takes more blows than he gives, and yet the fact that he is here, seated on his brilliant white charger with his gleeming sword hanging from his belt and heavy lance in his hand, proves that he is more than capable of surviving such wounds.

The battle-hardened knight dismounts his white charger, hands his lance to his squire, and draws his sword. A grim look of determination and deadly anticipation covers his face as he closes his visor and shouts the motto of his Empire - Pour Dieu et Son Empire!

Stats:

STR 8 DEX 6 CON 16

Yoshili Shentavo
Strength: 10
Dexterity:15
Constitution:5

Age: unknown
Hair: Purple
Eyes: Red
Race: Scion
Order:
High Sourceress in the order of magic users
Member of the council

Sir Constantine the Hardy joined. STR 8, DEX 6, CON 16

Yoshili Shentavo joined. STR 10, DEX 15, CON 5
Note: Watch first post for updates.

http://www.lunaregina.com/orphen/azart.gif
Yoshili

Sir Constantine the Hardy steps into the middle of the field, and thrusts his blade into the ground, forming a cross. He kneels down and prays, before returning to his feet, and retrieving his blade.

"Yoshili Shentavo, I hereby challenge you to personal combat, and ask that you do me the honour of accepting." he says in a deep, steady voice.

The Piece of Yellowfat himself steps forwards.
"It is time to end this."

STR 12 DEX 8 CON 10

The Piece of Yellowfat joined STR 12 DEX 8 CON 10

Do Sir Constantine the Hardy and Yoshili Shentavo wish to battle each other?

For Constantine, aye!

Yes

I do not wish to fight at the moment. I will wait until later to join. I am going to bring some others into this.

Sorry about the extensive size of the picure, but I can not make it smaller.

This will be my character that I will send in.

http://halo.bungie.org/wallpaper/judah.hunter.1024.jpg

I call my character "The Beast," which is a massive laboratory created Hunter. This new prototype was just finished a week ago and is being tested now. The power of Science. :twisted:

I will explain more about it later.

From the depths of Hell (resurrected),
Der Fuhrer Dyszel ~%~

Battle begins: Sir Constantine the Hardy vs Yoshili Shentavo.

Battle begins: Sir Constantine the Hardy vs Yoshili Shentavo.
I will be interested to see the outcome of this.

Yoshili stepped into the arena, her cloak following behind her and swaying with her every movement. her purple hair was short and playful, but her deep crimson eyes were deadly. She looked at her opponent and seized him up.
Yoshili: If you wish for a challenge, than that is what I'll give you. *she said with a smile and a slight wink. She looked at the cross and Constantine praying... what would he say if he found out her master was an angel...she would speak nothing of Rave though, more of chatting after the fight possible. She yeilded no weapons, she was the weapon. Her hands weilded the power within her, she didn't need a sword.

"Whereas you do not carry a sword or other weapon, it would not be chivalrous for me to wield one." says Sir Constantine. He lays down his blade. "Now we shall have a fairer contest!"

Yoshili: If you want a fair contest, I suggest you pick up your sword. *she said with a mischevious smile* Who ever said I carried no weapon? The weapon is in side of me, as you will soon see..*a emblem of a dragon and a sword hung around her neck. This symbolized her high rank in graduating from the academy.*

ooc: you may begin fighting as soon as I have said "Battle begins" (I've already said it).

Does this wench really think she can beat a knight in any sort of contest, especially while he is armed and she is not? thinks the old-fashioned Sir Constantine to himself. He picks up his sword.

"Very well, I will pick up my sword, but I'll try not to hurt you with it, dearie. In fact, why don't you have the first shot?" he asks.

Sir Constantine's squire rolls his eyes. :roll:

After years of being absent and in hiding, the Dark King Zillon returns to his seat of power over the Five Continents. Clad in dark armour with a flowing green cloak, his fearsome figure momentarily blocks out the sun as he arrives. His faceless white mask, with only two diagonal slits over his eyes, surveys the scene before him coldly. Only darkness can be seen behind the slits, a darkness apparent in the twisted crown upon his head. The Dark King draws his broadsword slowly and meaningfully.
'I too shall fight.'
STR 10 DEX 10 CON 10

Yoshili laughs, slightly. "Oh no, please, hurt me with a piece of metal." *she smiles softly, slightly intrigued by the man.* "Are you sure you'll give me the first shot? Alright then..." *she raised her right hand, bracing it with her left. Ancient words past through her lips, and a burst of with light surged over the arena, pushing everthing away from her, but more targeted, Constantine. Energy surged on the surface of her skin as she was two inches above the ground, with no visable source of support, yet she was totally steady. The sky began to darken. She just needed to stall him for a while until she was able to fully embrace her elementality...She was not a knight, but a sourceress...surely this would be an interesting match.

OOC: is New FunkyMonkeyIsland going to resolve attacks?

ooc: that's what I thought. *looks for him* :shock:

OOC: Sorry for any posting delays. My computer crashes without provocation.

Yoshili Shentavo Attacks Sir Constantine the Hardy. Attack Misses

OOC: Pretty lucky really. I didn't expect that.

We are sending Dave 331, our top agent
Dave is human,
Strenght 19
Dexterity 28
Con. 25
Inteligence 29

He is armed with a gold fountain pen and is expert in 219 forms of unarmed combat. familier with most known firearms and weapons systems and a wow with the ladies.

We wish him well.

Yoshili stands ready. She was extremely agile...and a sword slowed down the speed of her opponent even by and enth degree. She smiled, suprised that her "faux attack" missed. She was builidng up for her next turn. The skies still began to darken even further as the energy continued to grow.

We are sending Dave 331, our top agent
Dave is human,
Strenght 19
Dexterity 28
Con. 25
Inteligence 29

He is armed with a gold fountain pen and is expert in 219 forms of unarmed combat. familier with most known firearms and weapons systems and a wow with the ladies.

We wish him well.

STR, DEX and CON must add up to 30.

the three must add up to 30 not 90 right? *looks at fighter above*

the three must add up to 30 not 90 right? *looks at fighter above* Yes, you're right. Give me a sec to fix this.

OOC: I also apologise for the delay!

Somehow, Sir Constantine shifts his bulky form fast enough to pull his shield emblazoned with the arms of Emperor Andreus I of Pantocratoria over his face, absorbing the strange energy attack of Yoshili.

"What manner of sorcery is this?" Sir Constantine wonders out loud. "Have at thee, witch!"

The old knight charges towards his sorceress opponent, swinging his sword violently.

Our appologies we withdraw dave from the tournament

Yoshili was slightly offended. "I am no witch. I am a sourceress!" the sky continued to darken. "It is elementality, I'll give you one guess which type I am..." *she looked at the sky, it seemed a storm was approaching*

Sir Constantine Attacks Yoshili. Attack Misses

I'll join if it's not too late... but how will this be RP'ed? Will it be code-determined, or RP determined winners... either way..

Entry: Miriya Saints-Capsule
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/miriya.jpg

I dunno if I can have a weapon on her, but if yes, Giver he a monomolecular-edged sword.

Stats:

DEX: 14
STR: 8
CON: 8

"I know not what the difference between a sorceress and a witch and an elementalist is! I pray God protect me from all such devilry, and bid you do your worst!" says Sir Constantine boldly.

Yoshili avoids the attacks quickly. Still levitating in the air, she raises her hands. A rumble is heard, and the energy was finally strong enough. Lightning surged from the sky toward it's target in powerful blasts. Yoshili directed it with her hands toward Constantine. The energy shattered the ground and travelled directly toward him.

"I know not what the difference between a sorceress and a witch and an elementalist is! I pray God protect me from all such devilry, and bid you do your worst!" says Sir Constantine boldly.

Yoshili laughed. "My master is an angel, and you would be wise to learn from her".

I dunno if I can have a weapon on her, but if yes, Giver he a monomolecular-edged sword.

Yes, you can, but it won't alter your chances of success. Also, it's not too late. I will remember your entry for any other tournaments I do, if she is does not take part in this one.

I dunno if I can have a weapon on her, but if yes, Giver he a monomolecular-edged sword.

Yes, you can, but it won't alter your chances of success. Also, it's not too late. I will remember your entry for any other tournaments I do, if she is does not take part in this one.how do you rp here? what do the stats affect? do people with flying abilities have a natural advantage or a natural defficiency in another area...

Yoshili attacks Sir Constantine. Attack Hits. Sir Constantine takes 9 damage. HP = 151/160

OOC: So what was the outcome of Yoshili's last attack against Sir Constantine?

how do you rp here? what do the stats affect? do people with flying abilities have a natural advantage or a natural defficiency in another area...

OOC:
It's pretty simplified:

Strength affects how much damage you can deal out in one hit.
Dexterity affects your chances of hitting and dodging.
Constitution affects how many hit-points you have to begin with.

Just RP out your actions as normal, and I (or rather a computer program) will determine what happens.

Hmm... will anyone challenge me?

Hmm... will anyone challenge me? OOC: You can challenge somebody (who isn't already fighting) if you want.

Hmm... will anyone challenge me? OOC: You can challenge somebody (who isn't already fighting) if you want.i don't know who is available...

i don't know who is available...

OOC: The current members are listed in the first post. If you like, Tournament Admin will telegram them to you.

Sir Constantine staggers back from the damage he sustained, but the old knight is still standing. He swings his sword at Yoshili with all his might.

i'll wait till i am challenged *yawn*

Sir Constantine Attacks Yoshili. Attack Hits. Yoshili takes 4 damage. HP = 46/50

"Take that! I know not which angel has taught you your art, but mine has been learned from the Archangel Michael! Now my dear Yoshili, what sorcerous reply do you have to my blow?" asks Sir Constantine, holding his shield high.

Yoshili is slashed on her arm, and puts her hand to the cut. She looked at the blood and unleashed an orb of electricity toward Constantine, who was close since he had just hit her. Sparks rolled off of itand before he knew it, a wall of lightning was rushing toward him.

"Holy sh..." Sir Constantine exclaims as the wall of lighting sweeps towards him.

"Take that! I know not which angel has taught you your art, but mine has been learned from the Archangel Michael! Now my dear Yoshili, what sorcerous reply do you have to my blow?" asks Sir Constantine, holding his shield high.

I have also been trained by an Archangel, whose anceint name is Azrael, meaning "the help of God". And she is know known as Ravelyn.

Yoshili attacks Sir Constantine. Attack Hits. Constantine takes 6 damage. HP= 145/160

Sir Constantine staggers around, somewhat charred after the wall of lightning swept over him.

"Wha? I'm alive! Praise God! Now, have at thee once more!" Sir Constantine exclaims joyfully as he thrusts, swings, and madly hacks in his uncoordinated manner in the vague direction of his opponent.

What exactly is he trying to accomplish with disorganized swings? He should bring the sword in strikes and par with skill, not in confusion... *she said readying another attack*

Constantine attacks Yoshili. Attack Misses.
Yoshili's HP = 46/50 Constantine's HP = 145/160

Yoshili immediatle braces again for impact as a wave of electricity formes in her hands and takes the form of vines. They lash out at Constantine, with serious intent on binding the knight. They hissed from the speed they traveled in the air and ground, all were intent to "bite" the same target... Yoshili was moved back slightly from the force, as her attacks were beginning to get stronger.

Hmmm... this is getting nowhere, I'm getting too old and fat, and this Yoshili character is nimble and protected by these strange energies and magics... Sir Constantine thinks to himself. He whistles to his white charger, which trots towards him, followed by his squire. Constantine pulls himself up onto the charger, and catches his lance as his squire tosses it to him.

"My old legs do me no great service in catching you, sorceress, but my steed and my lance shall surely make up for that deficiency!" explains Sir Constantine. As his attention turns back to his opponent, he notes with alarm that she is casting another spell.

Yoshili attacks Constantine. Attack Hits. Constantine takes 10 damage.
Constantine's HP = 135/160, Yoshili's HP = 46/50

As the vines tighten around him, Constantine spurs his charger. The mighty horse pulls free of the vines, rider and all. Gasping in breaths of air, the knight levels his lance, and spurs his steed to a charge!

Constantine attacks Yoshili. Attack Misses.
Constantine's HP = 135/160, Yoshili's HP = 46/50

The dexterity difference is having a definite effect!

"Well in that case," she looked at him and reached to the sky. A bolt of lightning raged down and formed a horse...but not just any...a nightmare steed. A nightmare steed was a black stallion, its breed is unknown to those of the mortal world. The horse is said to be created of the pits of hell, with electricity licking at it's heels and smoke from his nostrils. The horse is very large in size, therefore making him a pet that is not so easy to keep. The horse is generally a pet kept by those that find their lives led through battles. He is a excellent companion upon the battle and tourney fields, though his training is that to the master who owns him, and he must be rigorously taught to respond and react according to his owners wishes. She carried no lance, but a a burst of energy waiting to be released.

"A horse from the pits of hell? Surely this confirms that you are no servant of Azrael, but of another angel, a fallen one, named Lucifer!" shouts Sir Constantine. He holds his shield up, covering his neck and upper torso, ready to receive an opposing charge as he gallops towards his opponent.

"Just because I was trained by an archangel, doesn't mean I can't have a bad ass horse," she smiles at this, charging as well. She flicks her hand to the side and a sheath of energy emits from her hand as she charged toward Constantine, Driving the blade in coordinated strikes.

OOC: In the interests of speeding this up a little, do you suppose you could resolve attacks in small groups? It is nearly 2:30am here! :)

Yoshili attacks Constantine. Attack Hits. Constantine takes 8 damage.
Constantine's HP = 127/160, Yoshili's HP = 46/50

OOC: In the interests of speeding this up a little, do you suppose you could resolve attacks in small groups? It is nearly 2:30am here! :)

Sure, how many attacks per post?

Yoshili brought her sword around once again. The lightning still looked for it's target, surging from the sky...and Constantine was easier to hit on a horse, considering the larger target. She rode her nightmare steed swiftly and skillfully, lashing out with orbs of electricity every chance she got, and defending herself with her energy sword.
(ooc: I did three lol *looks above* put this after constantines attack...i didn't read the post above :? :shock: :lol: )

OOC: In the interests of speeding this up a little, do you suppose you could resolve attacks in small groups? It is nearly 2:30am here! :)

Sure, how many attacks per post?
Maybe 3 each round? I'm enjoying it and all, but my bed beckons me! :oops:

"Perhaps I'm getting too old for this, but Sir Constantine the Hardy, Champion of the Most Holy and Catholic Emperor Andreus I of Pantocratoria, won't go down without a fight!" shouts the old, injured knight. He spurs on his horse and aims his lance at Yoshili's neck as he shouts "To battle, old friend!" to his steed.

Sir Constantine's squire sits on the sidelines and mutters to himself.

"Other countries have sorceresses, monofilimer or whatever blades, guns, and all sorts of things. Other governments use nukes and aircraft carriers and huge stompy robots. Our Emperor prefers a fat old git in armour on a horse. And who says that Father Knows Best?"

Constantine attacks Yoshili. Attack Hits. 6 damage.
Constantine's HP=127/160, Yoshili's HP = 40/50

Yoshili attacks Constantine. Attack Hits. 9 damage.
Constantine's HP=118/160 , Yoshili's HP = 40/50

Constantine attacks Yoshili. Attack Hits. 8 damage.
Constantine's HP=118/160 , Yoshili's HP = 32/50

Yoshili attacks Constantine. Attack Hits. 3 damage.
Constantine's HP=115/160 , Yoshili's HP = 32/50

Constantine attacks Yoshili. Attack Hits. 5 damage.
Constantine's HP=115/160 , Yoshili's HP = 27/50

Yoshili attacks Constantine. Attack Hits. 5 damage
Constantine's HP= 110/160, Yoshili's HP = 27/50

OOC: I've got to go. Do you want a draw, or sudden death?

Yoshili flips off her horse, letting it disappear in order to have time to recover. She placed her hands over the wounds and attempted to heal as many as she could. Then she stood up, branching off lighting, soaring from the sky, toward both the horse and the knight atop it. Not knowing if she could recover, she decided on attacking once more instead of healing again. She send a ripple in the ground toward the night, as spire came up before him, attempting to spear him.

My aim is better on a horse! thinks Sir Constantine. So long as we keep trading blow for blow, I shall be the victor. I can only pray that this pattern will continue.

"What say you, Yoshili? Yield yourself, you have proven yourself to be a ferocious combatant. Even an old fashioned man like me will admit that! End this, and surrender!" offers Sir Constantine as he prepares for another flurry of blows.

eep...disregard the last attack if it's the last match...

Sudden death I think, if that's alright? :P

OOC: If sudden death means that one hit will kill... I think that I will have already lost... my knight's only advantage is that he can soak up damage while he slowly wears his opponent down. But whatever is the best way in your opinion Funky Monkey. 8)

Sudden Death Decider.

The victor is...


Sir Constantine!

My aim is better on a horse! thinks Sir Constantine. So long as we keep trading blow for blow, I shall be the victor. I can only pray that this pattern will continue.

"What say you, Yoshili? Yield yourself, you have proven yourself to be a ferocious combatant. Even an old fashioned man like me will admit that! End this, and surrender!" offers Sir Constantine as he prepares for another flurry of blows.

Yoshili stands strong. "I will not, till death." *she says as she stands preparing her final attack as a stave was held in her hand to amplify her attack three fold.She held a creators staff, a dimensional staff fashioned of magic, the staff enables the wielder exits and escape through dimensional planes. Once found in abundance among mages, the staff has gone almost extinxt, due to the lack of respect given the planes that were opened. Causing changes in the path of history and destiny, a high mage destroyed all but one staff, its whereabouts is unknown. She made her final attack

oops...i though we were rping the final blow.

"Huzzah!" shouts Sir Constantine's squire.

The old knight, having been put through an intense battle, dismounts his steed and rushes over to his downed opponent to see to her wounds.

"We need someone acquainted with first aid!" shouts Sir Constantine. "You put up a determined fight! I'm sorry I didn't take you seriously before we started, young one. Are you alright?"

Yoshili looks at him, and smiles, revealing a pair of fangs. "A sword wound? Would never kill me...." *she watches as the wound on her heal and she smiles. She puts her finger to her lips* "shhhhhh...." she smiles, and walks toward the exit...to her she was not defeated...until death, as she said.

Sir Constantine's jaw drops open.

"Oh my... I think I may have taken a blow to the head... where's that damned lazy squire?" he mutters as he staggers off towards the arena exit.

Sir Constantine the Hardy withdraws from the tourney to give himself some time to recover.

Yoshili travelled back to her master...but not master, sire. She went to her home, no not home, mansion. She was hungry from the energy she used during the fight, and went off to catch a quick dinner.

King Zillon laughs as Sir Constantine finally defeats the sourceress Yoshili.
"Once again it is proven that swords are greater than sorcery. However,' he adds, stepping forwards, 'I wield both. I challenge whoever is willing to face me, though it may mean their death.'

Yoshili looks at him. "Swords are not better than sourcery, but luck is." she said with a wry smile, resting her fangs on her lower lip. "The best of all warriors must lose once...be it there death day, as was thought to be mine." *she looked at her stomach, the wound healed completely...hadn't she had a sword through her earlier?* "But it wasn't, was it?" *she smiled and walked off*

Yoshili looks at him. "Swords are not better than sourcery, but luck is." she said with a wry smile, resting her fangs on her lower lip. "The best of all warriors must lose once...be it there death day, as was thought to be mine." *she looked at her stomach, the wound healed completely...hadn't she had a sword through her earlier?* "But it wasn't, was it?" *she smiled and walked off*
Zillon laughs humourlessly. 'Alas, my dear, defeat is a far more humbling thing than mere death.'

Dark Star Rising decides to send it's own fighter if this is still open. We send Dragon Rider Emarien Vesan.She fights in her silver coloured titanium plate mail,wearing a metal dragon helm, showing very long dark hair,her coal black eyes, and pure white skin visible through the helm.She stands ready with her magic(fire) diamond edged longsword,titanium shield and spells of fire.

STR-12,
DEX-8
CON-10

fuck

Dark Star Rising decides to send it's own fighter if this is still open. We send Dragon Rider Emarien Vesan.She fights in her silver coloured titanium plate mail,wearing a metal dragon helm, showing very long dark hair,her coal black eyes, and pure white skin visible through the helm.She stands ready with her magic(fire) diamond edged longsword,titanium shield and spells of fire.

STR-12,
DEX-8
CON-10
I, the Piece of Yellowfat, challenge you. If FunkyMonkeyLand is around.

A nice idea. I would like to participate but attempting to limit my abilities to 30, those of a relatively normal fighter, would prove to be a constraint.

-Neo

A nice idea. I would like to participate but attempting to limit my abilities to 30, those of a relatively normal fighter, would prove to be a constraint.

-Neo
I mock you, Neo. Yellowfat is so powerful that I managed to constrain my powers. Your inability to do so limits you.

Yoshili looks at him. "Swords are not better than sourcery, but luck is." she said with a wry smile, resting her fangs on her lower lip. "The best of all warriors must lose once...be it there death day, as was thought to be mine." *she looked at her stomach, the wound healed completely...hadn't she had a sword through her earlier?* "But it wasn't, was it?" *she smiled and walked off*
Zillon laughs humourlessly. 'Alas, my dear, defeat is a far more humbling thing than mere death.'

She turns back. "IF i had been defeated...i WOULD be dead..."

Aelosia´s Chosen Tristaeril Haudhen is ready for the fight...
STR 5
DEX 20
CON 5

The slim, agile shadow elf noble, with his light kageshi chainmail under his black hooded robe, is armed with his sapphire buckler and Aurë, his ensorcelled sapphire sword, mounting his blue female dragon Centel. He´s an awesome fencer, faster than the breeze, and a decent battlemage, wielding the power of the crawling shadow...

He enters the arena and roars "Is here any Dragon Rider?. I dare any Dragon rider here to a fight to the death!"

Yellowfat your challenge is accepted the other dragon rider can wait we care little of elves

"so...you are afraid of me and my dragon...the usual coward human knight"

OOC: A rather complex system, but it favors neither side. Mind if I enter a fighter?

"so...you are afraid of me and my dragon...the usual coward human knight"
Nope. Dark Star Rising simply recognises true power. In the form of Yellowfat.

wer is new funkymonkeyland we can't start fighting without him, humans are not also cowards anyway elves are weaklings who rely on running away like true cowards.

[ooc: An interesting read. Sir Constantine's banter was good stuff :D ]

[ooc: An interesting read. Sir Constantine's banter was good stuff :D ]

OOC: Why thankyou! 8)

where is newfunkymonkeyland damn it i want to crush yellowfat and annihilate that puny elf already!

where is newfunkymonkeyland damn it i want to crush yellowfat and annihilate that puny elf already!
How misguided you are. Yellowfat is the foremost power in the universe. Nothing can beat it.

once yellowfat has been slain we shall feed your corpse to the dragons!

once yellowfat has been slain we shall feed your corpse to the dragons!
Fool. Even if I do lose (which I won't) my Yellowfat flesh would simply poison any dragons.

Gaah! Where is that funkymonkey guy?

then we'll just dump your corpse on your capital city and watch as it splatters all around on your civilians.arrggh what happened to newfunkymonkeyland.

then we'll just dump your corpse on your capital city and watch as it splatters all around on your civilians.arrggh what happened to newfunkymonkeyland.
Oh yeah? Well, I'll just be sure to land on your embassy!

If you have one.

Which is doubtful.

Damn. I'll come up with a good comeback later.

ha u cannot win in this battle of insults just like you'll lose if newfunkymonkeyland ever comes.

ha u cannot win in this battle of insults just like you'll lose if newfunkymonkeyland ever comes.
Which seems unlikely.

Incidentally, you are so feeble that when there is a breeze you shatter. HA!

ha u cannot win in this battle of insults just like you'll lose if newfunkymonkeyland ever comes.
Which seems unlikely.

Incidentally, you are so feeble that when there is a breeze you shatter. HA!
A hurricane is nothing to me a breeze is a hurricane to you.
Damn it where is newfunkymonkeyland.

Edmund Clarke please calm down! Everybody has their own claim to power on nationstaes!

Dark star rising here may be a powerful region though insulting each other wont get you anywhere! a hurricane would affect all nation on nationstates!...even me...though as necronz are basically machines it would do little damage

Dark star rising here may be a powerful region though insulting each other wont get you anywhere! a hurricane would affect all nation on nationstates!...even me...though as necronz are basically machines it would do little damage Look at what happens to cars. You might rust...or get smashed :D

hahahaha i have the most powerful warrior here and yellowfat is just a lot of hot air,that smells funny.
where is newfunkymonkeyland already i want to start the fight.

hahahaha i have the most powerful warrior here and yellowfat is just a lot of hot air,that smells funny.
where is newfunkymonkeyland already i want to start the fight.
Oh yeah? Well, I may be hot air, but I'm so hot you'll burn...Oh, forget it, I've run out of insults. This is a plea for Funkymonkeyland damnation!!!!!! Before my insults become too feeble.

OOC: Sorry for the absence. I was not aware that this tournament had you all so enthralled. Unfortunately, while dealing with the scores on the last match I discovered, to my horror, that the judge's role was an incredibly boring one. It is for this reason that I am reluctant to continue this method of tournament fighting. However, you may still continue the fighting in the more common RP fashion, and I will be happy to give an impartial judgement where disputes occur. Please telegram me with any questions or problems you may have.

ooc:wahey let's start the the bloodshed die yellowfat for i have the power of super excessive egotism.
Emarien steps into the arena toying with her hair, gazing ominously at where her opponent will enter the fray,swaying from side to side and letting go a sinister smile.

ooc:wahey let's start the the bloodshed die yellowfat for i have the power of super excessive egotism.
Emarien steps into the arena toying with her hair, gazing ominously at where her opponent will enter the fray,swaying from side to side and letting go a sinister smile.
Yellowfat swaggers into the arena and laughs mockingly. The skies thunder in recognition of his power, the very earth trembles at his coming. The crowd gasps collectively; this will truly be a great battle. Then Yellowfat smiles embarrassedly.
"Er, sorry, I'm away over this coming weekend."

"Ah ha, the weekend is over!" laughs Yellowfat. "Whenever you're ready, Dark Star!"

ooc:well i was away as well but now yellowfat the era of the morbidly obese is over and soon you will die hahahaha.

when Emarien heard yellowfat will be away after waiting for several hours she clasped her head with hands and banged her head against a wall, before realising that she'll just go on a quick holiday and promote hatred of yellowfat.

Emarien steps into the arena surrounded by gushing winds and streaks of energy only to realise she's still wearing a bikini from the weekend, she quickly slams on her armour.Then she shapes her lips into an arrogant smile as she calls forth the Dark Dragon Serren, she mounts the mighty beast and rears it up a few metres from the ground her predatory instincts seizing control she spurs her Serren to the charge. 'Time for your end' She says silently her words echoing into her foes ears as she draws her sword and then vicously lashes out.

Emarien steps into the arena surrounded by gushing winds and streaks of energy only to realise she's still wearing a bikini from the weekend, she quickly slams on her armour.Then she shapes her lips into an arrogant smile as she calls forth the Dark Dragon Serren, she mounts the mighty beast and rears it up a few metres from the ground her predatory instincts seizing control she spurs her Serren to the charge. 'Time for your end' She says silently her words echoing into her foes ears as she draws her sword and then vicously lashes out.


Ed calm down and what are you banging on about?

it is roleplay silly you make up a fighter then you stick them in this tournament and write down an attack wait for the person who started the thread to say if your attack hits then the opponent attacks and so forth till one fighter dies.

Emarien steps into the arena surrounded by gushing winds and streaks of energy only to realise she's still wearing a bikini from the weekend, she quickly slams on her armour.Then she shapes her lips into an arrogant smile as she calls forth the Dark Dragon Serren, she mounts the mighty beast and rears it up a few metres from the ground her predatory instincts seizing control she spurs her Serren to the charge. 'Time for your end' She says silently her words echoing into her foes ears as she draws her sword and then vicously lashes out.Yellowfat stands in a stupor after seeing Emarien in a bikini. Emarien's sword slashes across his face and he stumbles backwards and wakes up. Then he draws his own sword and strikes out at Emarien, who is flying far out of his reach above him. With an unwriteable curse Yellowfat hurls his sword at Emarien only for it to fall back and nearly skewer him.
"Damn," Yellowfat says mildly. Then he takes out a bow and arrows and, dodging another attack from Emarien, fires off a few shots.

'Time for your end' She says silently her words echoing into her foes ears as she draws her sword and then vicously lashes out.
OOC: One question - how can her silent words echo?

ooc:silent words echo because it's metaphors messed up,anyway she can use magic.oh crap i got no real excuse for that.

Emarien laughs at Yellowfat's useless attempt to attack her,and how he was standing as if he was parylsed by her dazzling looks, she then has Serren attempt to roast Yellowfat with it's firebreath in an amazing pyrotechnic display, she then waits to see if he even managed to survive Serren's attack.

To make sure she was on the safe side as well having Serren unleash a fireblast, Emarien prepares to hurl a devastating magical blast, but suddenly realises that there is an arrow in her leg, groaning as if the arrow was a mere annyonce she pulls it out and drops it on what looked liked yellowfat but couldn't tell due to lingering flames.

:shock: a moment ago this page had 666 viewings... is satan still around?

*ulp*

Deep in the middle of a New FunkyMonkeyLand city, a secret competition is being organised. A tournament, to the death between any fighters that wish to compete. Projectile weapons are banned, but other than that, anything goes. Fighters from all over the universe have been called in to battle, for death or glory.

Welcome to the tournament.

The rules are simple:

One-on-one melee fights.
Host (me) will determine whether attacks are successful.

Anyone is welcome. Simply:

1. Give a description of your fighter.
2. Give an amount of strength, dexterity and constitution. The total of these three cannot exceed 30.

Enter your fighters now!

Note: Your hit points are 10 x your CON, and your max damage in one hit is your STR. DEX determines your ability to hit and avoid hits.

When you wish to fight, simply challenge a member. If they agree, I will make it official, and the fight will begin.

Current members:

Sir Constantine the Hardy - STR 8, DEX 6, CON 16
Yoshili Shentavo - STR 10, DEX 15, CON 5
The Piece of Yellowfat - STR 12, DEX 8, CON 10
Dark King Zillon - STR 10, DEX 10, CON 10
Miriya Saints-Capsule - STR 14, DEX 8, CON 8



I would like to enter

Rinoa - Str 7 Dex 9 Con Con 14

Weapons of choice, Samurai lance, shinobou, katana.
Wears samurai armour.

Yellowfat rapidly defends himself with his shield, though it is not enough to fully protect him from the dragon's breath. One of his arrows, stained slightly with blood, drops down onto his shield, and, despite his agony, Yellowfat smiles at this minor victory. His arms scorched, Yellowfat swiftly falls back and rallies himself. Then he raises a hand and begins to heal himself using his slight magical ability. The delay is enough for Emarien to swoop in for the attack, though, while Yellowfat is not entirely gathered.

I would like to enter

Rinoa - Str 7 Dex 9 Con Con 14

Weapons of choice, Samurai lance, shinobou, katana.
Wears samurai armour.
Hee hee hee, Rinoa in samurai armour? If not for the fact that I am in a fight I would take up this challenge. Maybe after I win.

Aagh, stop burning me, Serren!

Emarien angered by sustaining a minor injury hurls a mighty fiery magical blast at Yellowfat, in tandem with Serren's fire breath.While Yellowfat attempts to recover from this new and devastating attack Emarien swoops in and attacks Yellowfat with a broad slash across his chest, before speeding out of reach of any counterattack, as Yellowfat recovers from Emarien's attack she blows a magical kiss to him it floats down through the air onto his cheek. Emarien chuckles sarcastically 'It's a consolation prize for your upcoming defeat Yellowfat, sorry you have to die'.

bump!

The proud elven knight stands in front of Rinoa and says. "I want to be your champion and defender. I want to help you in any duel that you fight. Your beauty has blinded me"

Not fair!!!
All of my fighterz are orks, they have more den firty pointz in der statz.

The proud elven knight stands in front of Rinoa and says. "I want to be your champion and defender. I want to help you in any duel that you fight. Your beauty has blinded me"

Rinoa looks down at the elf from her horse, flattered by this new devotion. She raises her samurai lance resting the end on the ground, the triple-point level with her head.
She says "An interesting proposition. Have you got what it takes to be my champion." she winks at the elf. "Prove it to me, with a little friendly sparring."

"As you wish, M'lady, but I won't hurt you"

"As you wish, M'lady, but I won't hurt you"

She shifts in her armour slightly, grinning.
"I know you won't." Eyes alight, she leaps from her horse swinging her samuria lance in a non-lethal blow to test her new suitor's reflexes.

<ooc: Will return tomorrow to carry on with this>

Yellowfat manages to successfully defend with his shield and stumbles out of the way, before rapidly seizing his sword from where it had fallen. As he turns to face his opponent the magical kiss comes to rest on his cheek. He freezes and a dreamy expression spreads across his face. Then Emarien's taunt comes down to him.
"Defeat?" Yellowfat thunders, his eyes ablaze. "I think not! Enough of this foolishness!" He dodges another attack by Emarien and sweeps his sword behind himself, catching the dragon rider on the arm. With a grim and suddenly alert smile he awaits Emarien's next strike.

Sign me up if I'm not too late...

Stats:
10 STR, 5 DEX, 15 CON

Sign me up if I'm not too late...

Stats:
10 STR, 5 DEX, 15 CONWell, I think that New FunkyMonkeyLand has given up on it, so your stats are all but useless now. Hence Dark Star Rising and I are fighting RP style. Not that I know how we're going to agree on an ending. I suppose it will come.

bump once more!

(Care for a new combaticant? I can bring in one of two people, one, my more experianced vampire, Kain Irecius, is quite pwoerful and you mihg tbe out of your elague, but I do not know how good you people are. The second is a Psi (basicly a human, only with phychic powers). The second is a new character. Both use hand to hand weapons and can use forms of magic, but obviously they would use them. Who do you want me to bring in, Kain the vampire, or Jade the Psi? Or is it too late? If you want me, can you tell me who is here?)

not sure, i was sparring with an elf the last time i looked.

bump!

(Care for a new combaticant? I can bring in one of two people, one, my more experianced vampire, Kain Irecius, is quite pwoerful and you mihg tbe out of your elague, but I do not know how good you people are. The second is a Psi (basicly a human, only with phychic powers). The second is a new character. Both use hand to hand weapons and can use forms of magic, but obviously they would use them. Who do you want me to bring in, Kain the vampire, or Jade the Psi? Or is it too late? If you want me, can you tell me who is here?)Go for Kain. It doesn't matter so much who wins (since the "dice rolling" system is out of the way).

bump!I'll second that.

and i shall third it!

Kain walked into the areana, his eyes lookng over those who he might fight. He was a vampire...yet he was odd for one. He had green leathery flesh, cloven talons hands and feet and brown segmented eyes. He had long white hair which draped on his back.

He had a long scabbard with a bone nadle protuding out of it. For those who would ntoice, the sword eminated evil....an ancient powerful one.
There was also another magical item on him, his long cloak around his arm. It was currently a blue colour, which sublty changed tone and hue every so often. but it still had Kain's insigna upon it, in bright white. The claok seemed to move on it's own will...as though wind nor gravity ordered it where to go.

Kain walked in, looked around. He awaited to know who would fight him.


(OOC Kain is still a fledgling, he will not use magic. Not a god mod, but still very nasty)

Azari returns to the arena. Her full stats were now allowed, and dice would not be used. She walks about the arena, and ominous presence was felt thoughout as clouds began to gather. "I will serve as a decider of the fight, not whom hits whom, just your skill with a role play. In having created three various type of Role playing games, you will see that I will be a fair judge." she smiles. "Continue please...I await such an honerable battle."

OOC: My most successful thread, I think! Keep up the killing. (All I kill is threads).

The elf jumps high in the air...attempting to make an aerial rush against Rinoa, however, he didn't draw his sword.

The Elf:

STR 5
DEX 20
CON 5

Oops, pre-completion post.

Azari returns to the arena. Her full stats were now allowed, and dice would not be used. She walks about the arena, and ominous presence was felt thoughout as clouds began to gather. "I will serve as a decider of the fight, not whom hits whom, just your skill with a role play. In having created three various type of Role playing games, you will see that I will be a fair judge." she smiles. "Continue please...I await such an honerable battle."Oo, oo, choose for my fight! Even though Dark Star Rising has disappeared. (bored?) Incidentally, I presume that Kain is based on the one of Legacy of Kain?

Bump again.

Does this mean that I won?

Does this mean that I won?
Apparently it does.

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Yellowfat has been declared the grand champion due to the reply blackout on this thread.


All hail the champion!

Yellowfat!

Hear hear.

no you ain't champion i just had my logon completely messed up along with numerous other problems, and i thought technology was my friend
p.s i h8 computer viruses.

no you ain't champion i just had my logon completely messed up along with numerous other problems, and i thought technology was my friend
p.s i h8 computer viruses.
Oh, right, okay. Feel free to finish me off or something.

The elf jumps high in the air...attempting to make an aerial rush against Rinoa, however, he didn't draw his sword.

The Elf:

STR 5
DEX 20
CON 5

Bracing herself against the ground, she stands with her legs akimbo, her samrai lance parallel with her right leg.

o.k my fighter stuns yellowfat and takes him to a B.B.Q, that he never leaves.

o.k my fighter stuns yellowfat and takes him to a B.B.Q, that he never leaves.

"You seem a worthy adversary, darkstar, would you spar with me?"

o.k my fighter stuns yellowfat and takes him to a B.B.Q, that he never leaves.
Gah, curses. I hate BBQ food. I would kill you, if not for the fact that I cannot leave this place.

Is it too late to enter a fighter?