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[R1-B1] ★ vs GrandMaster Chris



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Alaude Drenxta

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You guys are gonna hate me. :3

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Your battle will take place inside a dense, tropical rain forest, nestled above a rampant floodplain. The area inside the forest is thick with vegetation and wildlife of various forms.


This is a melee battle. No magical powers, gear is limited to what is provided.
The aim is to capture your opponent and execute him, as a sacrifice to the tribal god that rules in this forest. You can use the forest and and power play creatures in the forest within realistic reason. Perhaps you've trained a panther, or laid a trap using vines and naturally made rope.

As this is a test of survival, ingenuity, and architectural creativity your gear is limited to the following items.

Backpack - Standard, cloth
Bowie knife
20 yards of fiber rope
Ample food and water rations
A flask of oil for burning and several rags


You can not leave the forest, or destroy a portion of it that is unrealistic all at once. You will have to outwit your opponent, and use the environment to your advantage, in order to win. The judging will also include all basics of role playing, from character development to presentation and accuracy.​
 

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Re: [RANKS][R1-B1] ★ vs GrandMaster Chris

Hmm interesting. I'm actually excited and worried about this match. I'm going to describe my character in the battle.

Solar you may start when you get on yo.
 

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Nothing beyond the natural ability of the human body. You can be a strong human, if that's what you choose. However, not strong enough to throw a mid-sized man across the river. Likely even a small man, but maybe, if it was a narrow gap or ford.
 

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So no hyper-active intelligence or complete control of the mental state as well as manipulations of the chemical reactions within the body?

Damn son, why you have to be like that?
 

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Because neither of you have had much practice at it. Makes my job a lot more clear to decide, because the winner will be the most adaptable and ingenious.
 

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I can already tell this will be a huge pain. But yeah thanks for the experience Alaude. I'm going to have to pay you back one day...........
 

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(Excuse the double post, ready to get this started now)

All around you, there it was. The rushing of water, a beautiful sound it was. When you put that together with nature, you get something magical. That was why he was here. The nature expert was here taking samples from the rain forest. You see, he was a teacher of all things that had to do with the rain forest. His students were off on break, so he took his time to come to the rain forest. He was enjoying the scenery, and even made friends with a monkey. Unfortunately, his time was coming to an end. He had to get back to his students. His name, Professor Blain Traverse, age 30. He had short sandy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wore baggy tan shorts, a light blue underamour shirt, and boots.

He collected his last remaining samples and headed back to his camp site. Blain opened the flap to his gray tent and pulled out a small bag. In the bag were many different types of things from strings of hair from an animal all the way to rocks and leaves. "There we go, that's the last of it." Blain said. Some time passed at the camp, food was running low at his camp. He needed to hunt for more food, more meat. And so with hunger on his mind, and the spirit of a savage in his body, Blain ventured out into the forest. Ready to find his next kill.

(Sorry, I know it sucks)
 

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He was the one of the best at what he did, and he hated it as well as he loved it to a degree. The gore and handling of the body could be a major pain but the chase, the thrill of the hunt, yes, this is what he enjoyed. The competition, defeating one’s opponent in a flurry of feral offenses, the raw sense of power and victory echoed something primal in his spirit. Of course he had to get into what he dubbed ‘the mood’. Wandering into the forest with little or no equipment, he became the forest. Became something more than simply an assassin, a hunter and a wild animal. Of course he was somewhat amused at the target of his killing; an older man whom he felt didn’t deserve such a death. However, morality was dead with Manuel and the profession paid good money.

He liked these types of forests with their large, old, sturdy trees that could support the dark-skinned man’s 6’1 inches of raw muscle. The plethora of fauna, bushes, leaves and vines provided more than a suitable amount of cover for stalking the prey, observing his habits. Such was necessary to correctly time the assault, attack him when he’s weaker and unready. When the dear professor had wandered off to gather food, Manuel made the first part of his offense. Well, the traps he laid could arguably be the first parts though they weren’t going to be used just yet. No, he had to draw his prey to the traps. Navigating himself among the trees, he arrived at a canopy over-looking the small camp. Navigating himself around the perimeter of the camp, he would dump small amounts of oil here and there in patches before reaching full circle to back where he was. It was a strategic move, giving his target time to get further away from the camp while it gave time for Manuel to prepare the first strike. Despair was a powerful weapon, you see.

He pulled out his hand-made bow, one constructed of thick wood and perhaps just as thick vines. The bows were long pieces of thinner but still thick wood, craved (like the bow) with his knife. His quiver held 22 of such bows very snugly fit inside, but he preferred it that way since his movements could be more precise without fear of losing ammunition. Manoeuvring himself down with the practised movements akin of a primate and a gazelle, he hid low in the bushes. Gathering the necessary stored supplies, he started a small fire using the good ol’ fashioned bow and drill technique. He dipped the tip of his bows in said tiny fire and immediately sent them launching towards patch over patch with rapid speed that was the requirement of efficiency. Shortly after finishing, he stomped out the fire and fled into and up the trees once more. Slowly the fires would spread and consume the camp whilst the smoke would likely attract the professor. Meanwhile, he moved away from the camp and to a tree on one of the sides of the semi-narrow clear path to the camp. He moved to the ground once more, into cover where he laid part of his bow trap. Only the bow was missing, instead the tiny thing was hidden near the base of the tree and covered with leaves. He finished its construction and laid the trip wire across the path. If the professor came running across...well, that was too bad.

After setting it up, he knew it was only a matter of time until Mr. Traverse would arrive to his home away from home. He scuttled up the trees once more and a bit higher then usual, carefully selecting a spot that provided ample amounts of cover. Sitting on the thick branch, he took out a bow and rubbed a rather poisonous berry on its tip before stringing it. The hunt had begun
 

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Sniff.....sniff....snifff. Panic began to set in for Blain. He turned his head to sky and saw it. A cloud of smoke rising above the trees like the sun coming up in the morning. The black cloud stretched across the sky, enveloping that part of the forest with a thin smog. The other bad part, it was in the direction of Blain's campsite.

Putting his hunger aside for now, Blain sprinted across the forest, thoughts weighing heavy on his mind. What or who could've started the fire. None of the animals in the forest could have done it, not without oil. He usually carried that with him for many reasons. He didn't think any other people were in the forest either, at least, that's what he was told. But why would anyone want to harm him? He had not made any enemies that he knew of. Nonetheless, something had happened at his campsite and someone was responsible.

He finally made it to his campsite. Blain stared in astonishment, his theory had been proven. Small patches of fire had been spread across the campsite. Everything would burn if Blain couldn't act fast enough. He continued running through the path but came to a stop. He realized that whoever did this could still possibly be nearby. With that he circled around the camp and to the back of his tent. Blain took out his knife from a sheath on his right side and carved the tent open. Quickly, he grabbed as much of his material as he could (the things Alaude gave us). He stuffed the backpack with as much useless equipment as he could and then crept away and back into the forest.

Now he had to do something. Blain couldn't escape, the plane that was suppose to pick him up wouldn't be arriving until tomorrow. So, he would have to fight back. Blain would have to use every tactic he knew in order to get away. First, he'd have to draw his opponent out into the open. He dug a pothole in case the person gave chase. Next, Blain used one of the basic maneuvers in the book. The good old noose buried under dirt routine, except this noose was buried in the pothole. Blain threw the rope over a strong branch and waited in a hidden part of the forest. Of course, if the hunter were to step on the noose, his feet would be bound together. The rope itself being covered in a bit of oil would be set on fire.

Not the best idea, but desperate times called for desperate measures. And Blain was extremely desperate against this unknown foe.
 

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Hoping to see a response from you soon, Star. Round ends in a week, and I'd like to see you both put your best effort forward. You don't necessarily have to end the match with a clear win, but let's at least see you guys in action.
 

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The hunter was amused by two things, first that instead of scurrying about the prey proceeded to lay traps for him. Didn’t he realize whoever initiated the offensive was still there and turning his back to him was dangerous? The other was the simple fact that an experienced assassin like him could fall for such a trap. It was plausible, he reminded himself, for all it takes is one wrong move for even the mighty lion to be taken down by a smaller beast. Pushing the thoughts out of his head to regain concentration, while the professor was constructing his traps, Manuel loosed the bow and it flew towards his back. He took out two more immediately afterwards and aimed both bows on either side of Blain to catch him if he managed to dodge them. Licking his lips and closing an eye, he made a precise aim for his own bow trap which faced his target. Wood broke wood and the needle like bow flew towards the legs of his prey. Stowing the bow away, Manuel climbed up the tree and slowly moved from nearby branch to branch in order to get to his opponent unnoticeably by recreating natural sounds instead of speeding along at his previous altitude.

When he was nearer to the professor, he tied his rope thickly to a tree branch and fastened a lasso which he threw towards the professor’s head. Moving along the circumference of the tree, he hastily dumped a potent amount of oil at the head as well. If the professor caught the lasso the avoiding the oil would be impossible, and if he dodged the oil then the lasso might grip and choke him. If he tried to dislodge Manuel by tugging the rope, he’d only be moving the sturdy branch instead. That coupled with his previous attack effectively executed the old man’s life. And if he somehow survived, Manuel grinned with the thought, could he really tangle with the hunter?

(perhaps a tad short but had to move the battle along)
 

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Alrighy, Lance. We need some judging to happen :3
 

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I'll have to give this match to



His character was more deeply developed, his posts made better use of the terrain, and the quality of the posts were better.
Nice work to both of you, however. Only wished you both would have posted more. =O
 
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