Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
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Post by Shard Prime on Jul 11, 2008 21:13:04 GMT -5
The squirrel strode toward the Arena, taking measured, even steps. As dictated by the warm weather, his body was wrapped in his usual attire: lightweight clothing and light armor. One paw swung in time with his steps alongside him, and the other gripped a cup of hot tea. His clothing, well-worn and looking as if it had not seen a good wash in years, seemed to have a personality of its own. If one were to ask him about it, he probably would say so. On his face was a warm smile, his gift to the world this particular day.
Every so often, he would take a sip of the tea, not once breaking his rhythmic walk. The cup was nearly empty by the time he arrived at the edge of the arena. He paused to look around. All manner of creatures were here, from mice to ferrets. He continued smiling about nobody and nothing in particular, and approached a rather shifty-looking rat to inquire about any events that might take place soon. The rat was an oddly-dressed fellow, wearing a somewhat-clean gray suit and worn black shoes.
"Pardon me, my friend," the squirrel said, "Would you happen to know of any upcoming events in the Arena here?" The rat snapped his fingers in Shard's face, making him blink, before responding, "Aye, lad! There's one today! Right now, in fact!" The rat seemed overly joyous, "But there's an entry fee! Can't have a competition without money, ya know! It's only twenty-five--"
He was cut short by a passing otter, who struck him lightly, but hard enough to hurt, on his head. The otter turned to Shard with an apologetic look on his face, "Aye, sorry about that, mah friend. There's no' any competitions planned any time soon. So no entry fees." He turned back to the rat, "Ye don't want to be kicked out again, do ye?" The rat shook his head and scurried off, probably to try to pick someone else's pocket.
The otter smiled at Shard, "All ye have to do if you're lookin' for a fight is go over there to the registration booth," he pointed to a large table with a few people standing around it, "and write down yer name, and whether ye want to spar with or without weapons. And anythin' else that comes to mind, ye can include. You'll be paired with a sparring partner in no time! But ye don't even have to do that; this place is meant for sparrin' an' duelin', not for fillin' out paperwork! Just go ask someone if ye don't want to take the trouble to. I'll see ye later, I have other things to do!" The otter gave the squirrel a friendly pat on the shoulder and walked off.
Glancing down, Shard did a slight double-take upon noticing the absence of his tea was missing; the rat must have stolen it when he wasn't looking. Oh well; the cup had been empty anyway. He shrugged, continued smiling, and made his way to the large table on the other side of the arena, making sure to walk around it rather than through it. Upon his arrival, he looked through the list of names on the long scroll on the table. Some, he recognized as friends, some rang a bell, but he couldn't match faces to the names, and most he had never heard of before. He picked up the pen on the table and wrote.
Shard Prime armed/unarmed
This will be fun, he thought. The squirrel deposited the pen back in its original position, but had walked no farther than a meter from the table when his name was called.
Shard!
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Post by Sapphire on Jul 17, 2008 17:22:45 GMT -5
OOC: Hi, Shard, this is Sapphire. I've just barely squeezed out time for a message during research (yes, it's an educational camp, go ahead and laugh... >_>). Since IRL is getting extremely busy, and my brain is fried enough as it is, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave another message until after camp ends. Sorry!
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Dec 5, 2008 9:44:31 GMT -5
**tass walked through the streets of the settlement he had a claymore in one hand and a shield in another , he wore armour that had been loaned to him by someone in the fort , he had heard about the arena from major shard , who had said he would be here to compete in the tournament , tass was rudely awakened from his thoughts by a rat wearing a slightly dirty gray suit and faded black shoes , the rat spoke**"there is a tournemant going on so you have to pay a entry fee!**the rat was about to name the price of the entry fee when a otter yelled** "well look who we have here , get out of here runt!**the rat ran away before the otter could kick him , the otter told him how to enter the arena tournemant and tass walked over to the booth and picked up the pen and wrote:tass , armed/unarmed he walked away from the booth then he saw a face he knew**major shard sir!**tass saluted shard**sir may I inquire what you are doing sir?
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Post by aeroflyte on Dec 11, 2008 20:37:53 GMT -5
<> heard Tass before he saw him. Rounding the corner of one of the Fort's sturdy buildings, snatches of a conversation caught his ears- Tass was asking one of the arena guards how to sign in- and, dodging a rat that was hurriedly exiting, walked into the Arena. Sure enough, there was Tass, making his way to the booths, and Shard making his way out from them. I didn't know he would be here... he thought with mild amusement. At least that'll liven things up. Raising a paw, he shouted, "Hey, Shard!" at exactly the same time as a rather short, important-looking dormouse yelled did the same. Shard started towards the center of the arena and-- <> realized what happened and sprinted towards the booth, hastily scrawled out an X and, looking down at his lightly clothed, leather-padded body, added what vaguely looked like "armed/unarmed". By this time, Shard was in the ring, the dormouse conversing with another fox, most likely over registration issues. <> meandered over to the edge of the ring and joined Tass. "Hey," <> said, placing a paw on Tass' shoulder. The fox in the ring nodded once, and then cupped his paws to his muzzle and cried: "The squirrel, Shard, is currently taking competitors, whether armed or not!" He nudged Tass and said, "So, what d'you think?"
OOC: Sorry, this post was sorta short... How about Mij for the name? Oh, and Shard, is there anything else you want me to change? I'm not completely familiar with the aspects of passive godmodding, so I really don't know what all to fix...
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Dec 12, 2008 12:44:04 GMT -5
**tass grinned at <> and splaced is paw oin <>'s shoulder and said**I am going armed , care to join me in the ring?**with that tass jumped into the ring twirling his claymore**challenge me if you are man enough major shard sir!
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Dec 22, 2008 22:36:27 GMT -5
Hey, Shard!The squirrel turned slightly to see who called to him; it was <>, whom he recognized from the Fort. Shard gave a one-sided grin and a nod to him, and continued to the edge of the Arena. He watched <>'s dash to the booth until he had passed the edge of his vision; his grin spread wide at the thought of a match with him. He had never seen him in combat, or even at practice, so he hadn't had a chance to gauge his strength or reflexes. This was, however, the perfect opportunity to do so, if only he could observe this one in battle. But he didn't want to wait that long, and he certainly didn't come here to observe. May I inquire what you are doing, sir?Shard grinned over his shoulder at the Fort's newest member, Tass, but didn't stop walking. He shouted over the noise of the assorted creatures around him, "Readying for a match, lad; can't stop to talk!" He had weaved through a group of loudly chatting weasels and stepped over an unconscious hedgehog with a half-empty mug of some alcoholic drink loosely clutched in one paw (which was almost immediately taken and finished by a sturdy shrew on his way to the registration booth), when he heard his name yet again. The squirrel, Shard, is currently taking competitors, whether armed or not!Why yes, yes I am. He stepped into the large patch of dirt that made up the bulk of the Arena, stopped walking, and assumed a carefree stance, turning slowly about to get a look at the outside of the arena from within. It looked even more massive from the inside; the many groups and individuals outside seemed a wall of fur and bad hygiene. Tass leaped into the arena, whirling his blade, and issuing quite an informal challenge. Shard was almost taken aback at this show of eagerness; surely it was impractical. He laughed aloud, though not loud enough to be heard clearly over the sound of commerce and conversation. He didn't want to turn down this challenge, even as informal as it was. But he really wanted to test <>... Still, however, he wasn't sure if said match would even happen, as they hadn't spoken of it yet. Hmmm...He acted on the first idea that sprung to mind, just as <> showed up beside Tass. He stepped a bit closer to the two and shouted in a loud, clear voice that could have possibly been mistaken for singing amidst the disorganized and discordant chatter, "Tass! I'll accept your challenge! But first I'd like to test my might against <> here!" He moved smoothly from side to side, throwing deft punches into the empty air, toward <>. "What say you, <>? I'm sure you're as ready as I!" He showed his white, squirrelly teeth in a wide grin again, and hoped his challenge would be accepted. He hoped it would be a challenge, anyway. After all, he had no way of knowing his strengths or weaknesses, but because Shard was often outside the fort sparring or practicing or exercising (if he wasn't playing some sort of musical instrument or eating, that is), <> would probably have pinpointed some of his by now... Then again, this match, if it happened, might be like taking a sledgehammer to crack a nut. But who would be the nut? --- OOC: If you could, make replies at least a paragraph in length... Lots of detail is a good thing, and gives the next posters a lot more to work with.
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Post by aeroflyte on Dec 27, 2008 18:43:20 GMT -5
OOC: Ack. I really need to figure out a name...
"What say you, <>? I'm sure you're as ready as I!" <> instinctively flinched at the flurry of punches that were missing him by inches. A challenge? This soon? He had hoped to fight Shard, but this was unexpected. He knew very little of Shard's fighting style, although judging by the form and precision of the blows piercing the air in front of him, he wasn't an amateur. Of course, Shard had never actually seen <> practice, so they would both be fighting blind, or at least for the first round... <> caught one of Shard's fists, wincing slightly at the force behind it. He grinned. "Ready? I was born ready, you barrel-bellied salamander!" He looked at Tass. "Sorry 'bout that, lad. You should well know 'tis hard for an otter to turn down a direct challenge!" He let go of Shard's fist and stepped over the rickety wooden railing. Seeing this, the audience (or at least those who were sober enough to see straight) cheered in anticipation, and several tipsy mice and an otter started laughing at some unknown joke. <> disregarded them as the dormouse and fox approached him. "Ahem hem," the dormouse cleared his throat. "The competition between Shard Prime and... Ah..." "<>" <> said quickly. "Yes, yes. Well, then. The competition between Shard Prime and <> shall begin shortly! Is this to be armed or unarmed?" He looked up expectantly from the piece of parchment. "I'd prefer unarmed, unless my friend here says otherwise?" <> said. "Ahem. Very good, then. Are there any objections to this?" The dormouse said.
--------- Long enough? As for names, I'm thinking of Ruff (which I have a feeling is an actual character) or, of course, Mij. Or something else... Suggestions?
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Jan 12, 2009 17:48:49 GMT -5
I was born ready, you barrel-bellied salamander!Shard laughed aloud and replied, "Heh-hah! As much as I eat, I should be barrel-bellied." He grinned at his soon-to-be opponent as he released his fist and stepped into the Arena. Shard took a step back to remain at a respectful distance, and turned to the announcer, awaiting his announcement. Is this to be armed or unarmed?Shard could go either way, and had no real preference at the moment. In armed combat, he was skilled with most weapons, except pole arms like spears or tridents. He wasn't very proficient with staves, either. In unarmed combat, however, he was exceptionally fast, and had more control over the force of his hits. And without the weight of a weapon to upset his balance, he was in near-complete control of every movement his body made, which was a great advantage against most. I'd prefer unarmed, unless my friend here says otherwise?The squirrel's grin spread again. Nice, he thought, satisfied. Very good, then. Are there any objections to this?He laughed a little and shook his head, "Unarmed is fine with me, my friend. Can I have a few minutes to stretch?" The dormouse nodded. Shard smiled and nodded back, and stretched everything he could from his Achilles tendons to his neck. By then, any stiffness he felt was gone, and he was ready to begin, whenever <> finished preparing for their match, if he needed to. --- OOC: Sorry for the rather bad post.
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Jan 12, 2009 18:45:51 GMT -5
**tass sat on the sidelines wondering who to pick sides with , he could side with <> or he could side with major shard**blasted loyalties!**he thought**
ooc:sorry for the short post.
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Post by aeroflyte on Jan 30, 2009 16:02:57 GMT -5
OOC:Seeing as we're all apologizing, sorry for the delay. I didn't realize it was my turn to post... and as for a name, I'm gonna go with Teylan. Sound OK?
Teylan noted how quickly Shard had finished stretching, and his obvious delight that the match was to be unarmed. He just hoped that he could hold his own against him, at least for a while... But considering Shard's apparent flexibility, it seemed that they had similar fighting styles, which could be problematic. He sighed and bent backwards, stretching the tendons and muscles in his back, then sat down, touching his heels together and gently pushing his legs closer to the ground. After several seconds of this, he straightened out and strained to touch his paws to his feet, then back to his tail. He finished stretching, then stood up, grinned, and said to the diminutive dormouse, "Alright. Are we starting any time soon? 'cause I promised me messmates I'd win and be done with it by eventide..." He bounced slightly on his heels. The dormouse nodded rapidly, then shuffled over to his hedgehog companion, and explained the circumstances. The hedgehog sighed, and turned to the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlebeasts! May I direct your attention to the center of this ring, where a most diverting duel shall be fought between these two individuals, Shard and Teylan! This match shall be fought with no armaments, and little armor! The winner shall be the last one standing, or the beast chosen by popular vote, if it may come to that! And please, don't forget to sign up for future matches! The match will commence at the sound of the bell! Opponents, take your places, and may the best fighter win!" Teylan took a long breath, exhaled loudly, and stepped onto the mark in the center of the ring. He grinned slightly, and muttered, "May the best fighter win..."
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Post by Tass, Nathan and Brine on Jan 31, 2009 7:28:00 GMT -5
**tass heard the bell ring and saw shard and teylon leap at each-other , he was still divided on who to cheer for so he decided to stretch and get ready for his match , he did some push-up , sit-ups and some stretches , after he was done he knew he had to be on some-one's side. he stood up and yelled**go shard!
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Feb 14, 2009 23:52:11 GMT -5
Shard chuckled softly at his opponent's final statement as he made his final preparations for their match: making sure none of his clothing was loose or obstructive in any way. It wasn't. He stepped up to the mark, stopping a footpaw's length away from it and immediately shifting his paws into an offensive stance. Brushing his hair up off of his brow to look his adversary in the eye, he spoke. "If I'm correct in my assumptions, this match won't be about fighting, Teylan, as much as agility and endurance."
The squirrel usually favored defense over offense, and this was no exception. However, for the sake of beginning the long-awaited match, he had decided to attack first, just in case Teylan also favored defense.
Shard's left footpaw was in front of him, and his right was behind him; they were a bit more than shoulder-length apart. His forepaws were loosely clenched: his right by his side, forearm parallel to the ground. His left was partially extended in front of him; a basic, yet effective, stance.
At the edge of his field of vision, a hedgehog held up a large bell, and a mouse held a mallet of some sort.
"Fighters...!"
Shard's eyes were still locked to his opponent's as he uttered just loudly enough to be heard, "Defend yourself." The mouse pulled back the big mallet and swung, just as the hedgehog finished his statement, though it was not heard. The roar of those in the crowd who were interested, and of course the bell itself, drowned out any further speech. Shard had already shifted his position; all of his limbs moved swiftly and in unison: his legs switched positions in the blink of an eye, stirring up dust as they slid. His left paw went to his left side, into a mirror image of the position his right paw was in just a moment before. His right paw made the attack, opening and shooting like lightning toward Teylan's right shoulder. An open-pawed punch. Shard immediately regretted using that much energy so early, however. He knew that he would probably need every bit of endurance he had to win.
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OOC: Terribly sorry for the late post. x,x; I'll tell you guys from now on if I'm going to be late or somethin'.
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Post by aeroflyte on Feb 18, 2009 17:31:32 GMT -5
OOC: Wow. If this competition was based solely on RPing skill, I'm dead already. And I'll post in a sec...
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Shard Prime
War Commander
Head Ranger
I'd put something clever here, but you wouldn't get it.
Posts: 208
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Post by Shard Prime on Mar 12, 2009 20:27:00 GMT -5
OOC: *Pokes*
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Post by aeroflyte on Mar 12, 2009 20:45:54 GMT -5
OOC: Ack! I'm really sorry! By 'in a sec' I meant 'in a sec if you were on a space shuttle and I in a black hole and because of time dilation, the relative second would take years' kinda thing. I've been brain-dead for a while now, but I'll get on posting ASAP*.
*See above dilation example XD.
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