BlizzThe chef took a menacing stance, arms in front of his face. Looking at Gabriel, he adjusted his stance to meet Gabriel's height. When Gabriel charged, the chef waited for the right moment, before kicking his legs back and holding his arms forward. He attempted a sort of sprawl, placing his hands on Gabriel's shoulders, trying to drag him onto the dirt.
"USELESS!" he shouted.
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Name: Alexander Warcall
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Occupation: Town Drunk
Skills: Swordplay, drunken swordplay, speeches, writing, poetry, alcohol tolerance
Powers: Alexander has uncanny powers of healing with adverse affects on the undead that don't appear to be arcane in nature. They can cure most nonlethal diseases and can heal anything short of a missing limb with enough time. Using the same type of energy, Alexander can create barriers that can block most attacks, but are fragile in that they break upon impact. In addition to this, Alexander can cast magic which causes those effect to gain minor boosts in strength and speed as well as confidence and bravery, however, these powers do not work unless the individual was healed using Alexander's power. Alexander can also utilize a weak form of this magic to illuminate otherwise dark places.
Inventory: Alexander wields an apparently magic sword named "Temperance". Upon contact with any blood with high enough traces of magic, usually wizards or magical beasts, the blade glows white for fifteen minutes. While glowing, if the sword cuts into something, it will force itself to cleave through with great fervency, capable of slashing through solid steel. However, if the blade cuts into something on accident, Alexander has little control of the blade; in this case, if the blade cuts into for instance, the dirt, it will try to cut all the way through the ground until the time is up effectively anchoring Alexander to the ground, Alexander only capable of trying to pull it out or hoping to pierce through something else to turn the blade's attention to that. Alexander's own blood does not fulfill the minimum need to activate the blade's magic. Alexander also carries a parrying dagger that, while is hard and kept sharp, is completely non-magical in nature. He also wears a suit of armor, which he both cherishes and polishes regularly. It is also non-magical. Should he ever remove his suit of armor, one might notice a rather expensive looking wedding ring on either finger, made of solid gold with diamonds lining its circumference.
History: Alexander was born in a far off city. A once sprawling metropolis, it was the only place Alexander ever knew. It was there where he grew up, learned everything he knew, worked, met his first love, and had children. The city had its own defense system outside threats, training its citizens, and having it so that the men must serve a year defending the city in order to gain full citizenship. One day, Alexander's city was razed not from the outside, but taken down from the inside by foreigners who wanted to implement their own style of thinking.
Being one of few safe havens from the wrathful gods, the city would often get refugees whose homes have been taken from them. These refugees took advantage of their position, not having to fight for the city and thrived within the metropolis, eventually outnumbering the city's natives. The immigrants killed Alexander's family in a twisted sense of 'honor'. Alexander was a trained soldier as required by the city, but his own honor system did not allow him to kill the foreigners. Alexander instead escaped and was soon greeted with monsters that tried to eat him.
Struggling to survive, Alexander questioned the meaning of his life and the benignity of the gods. Cornered, he gave up. But then, a voice cried out from inside of him. His inner light shined bright, giving Alexander the strength to fight in the form of a magic sword in place of his old sword as well as bizarre powers to utilize. He fought through literal oceans of monsters before eventually being drawn to the village of Kado.
There, he was found by the Guardians with blood all over his sword and armor. At first, Alexander fought alongside the Guardians. However, as he continued through the village, he grew older and more contempt. He grew old and jaded. Eventually, Alexander decided he'd rather let the younger people fight on his behalf as he drunk alcohol from the traders who went to the village every now and then.
Alexander supported himself by hunting for food. If he needed money, he'd offer to write others poetry or sometimes short stories. If he was granted something valuable enough that didn't have sentimental value, Alexander would attempt to trade up, bartering his way to higher valued belongings which he would later trade for more alcohol. Alexander once took shelter inside the guardian head quarters, however, as he attempted to separate himself from them, Alexander decidedly slept on a hammock strung over a large, tall tree near the village, the branches far apart enough to have a hammock tied between them, a rope ladder allowing Alexander to climb to the hammock, which he would roll up when he went to bed to deter invaders from disturbing him.
Point of Interest: Alexander built a shrine carved into a tree trunk, incenses burning from it with flowers laying aside it. The parts of the shrine sticking out of the trunk are themselves made out of wood and painted red. The inside is also painted. On the shrine is a cross as well as the picture of an apparently young woman presumed to be Alexander's wife. a metal cup filled with ashes is placed in front of the picture, several sticks of incenses sticking out. Every night, regardless of how drunk he is, Alexander will go to the shrine and write a letter, burning it before the shrine and watching as the ash rises to the heavens. He does this regardless if it rains or snows. A flat, rudimentary roof is built over the shrine to keep rain away.
Age: 60
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Occupation: Town Drunk
Skills: Swordplay, drunken swordplay, speeches, writing, poetry, alcohol tolerance
Powers: Alexander has uncanny powers of healing with adverse affects on the undead that don't appear to be arcane in nature. They can cure most nonlethal diseases and can heal anything short of a missing limb with enough time. Using the same type of energy, Alexander can create barriers that can block most attacks, but are fragile in that they break upon impact. In addition to this, Alexander can cast magic which causes those effect to gain minor boosts in strength and speed as well as confidence and bravery, however, these powers do not work unless the individual was healed using Alexander's power. Alexander can also utilize a weak form of this magic to illuminate otherwise dark places.
Inventory: Alexander wields an apparently magic sword named "Temperance". Upon contact with any blood with high enough traces of magic, usually wizards or magical beasts, the blade glows white for fifteen minutes. While glowing, if the sword cuts into something, it will force itself to cleave through with great fervency, capable of slashing through solid steel. However, if the blade cuts into something on accident, Alexander has little control of the blade; in this case, if the blade cuts into for instance, the dirt, it will try to cut all the way through the ground until the time is up effectively anchoring Alexander to the ground, Alexander only capable of trying to pull it out or hoping to pierce through something else to turn the blade's attention to that. Alexander's own blood does not fulfill the minimum need to activate the blade's magic. Alexander also carries a parrying dagger that, while is hard and kept sharp, is completely non-magical in nature. He also wears a suit of armor, which he both cherishes and polishes regularly. It is also non-magical. Should he ever remove his suit of armor, one might notice a rather expensive looking wedding ring on either finger, made of solid gold with diamonds lining its circumference.
History: Alexander was born in a far off city. A once sprawling metropolis, it was the only place Alexander ever knew. It was there where he grew up, learned everything he knew, worked, met his first love, and had children. The city had its own defense system outside threats, training its citizens, and having it so that the men must serve a year defending the city in order to gain full citizenship. One day, Alexander's city was razed not from the outside, but taken down from the inside by foreigners who wanted to implement their own style of thinking.
Being one of few safe havens from the wrathful gods, the city would often get refugees whose homes have been taken from them. These refugees took advantage of their position, not having to fight for the city and thrived within the metropolis, eventually outnumbering the city's natives. The immigrants killed Alexander's family in a twisted sense of 'honor'. Alexander was a trained soldier as required by the city, but his own honor system did not allow him to kill the foreigners. Alexander instead escaped and was soon greeted with monsters that tried to eat him.
Struggling to survive, Alexander questioned the meaning of his life and the benignity of the gods. Cornered, he gave up. But then, a voice cried out from inside of him. His inner light shined bright, giving Alexander the strength to fight in the form of a magic sword in place of his old sword as well as bizarre powers to utilize. He fought through literal oceans of monsters before eventually being drawn to the village of Kado.
There, he was found by the Guardians with blood all over his sword and armor. At first, Alexander fought alongside the Guardians. However, as he continued through the village, he grew older and more contempt. He grew old and jaded. Eventually, Alexander decided he'd rather let the younger people fight on his behalf as he drunk alcohol from the traders who went to the village every now and then.
Alexander supported himself by hunting for food. If he needed money, he'd offer to write others poetry or sometimes short stories. If he was granted something valuable enough that didn't have sentimental value, Alexander would attempt to trade up, bartering his way to higher valued belongings which he would later trade for more alcohol. Alexander once took shelter inside the guardian head quarters, however, as he attempted to separate himself from them, Alexander decidedly slept on a hammock strung over a large, tall tree near the village, the branches far apart enough to have a hammock tied between them, a rope ladder allowing Alexander to climb to the hammock, which he would roll up when he went to bed to deter invaders from disturbing him.
Point of Interest: Alexander built a shrine carved into a tree trunk, incenses burning from it with flowers laying aside it. The parts of the shrine sticking out of the trunk are themselves made out of wood and painted red. The inside is also painted. On the shrine is a cross as well as the picture of an apparently young woman presumed to be Alexander's wife. a metal cup filled with ashes is placed in front of the picture, several sticks of incenses sticking out. Every night, regardless of how drunk he is, Alexander will go to the shrine and write a letter, burning it before the shrine and watching as the ash rises to the heavens. He does this regardless if it rains or snows. A flat, rudimentary roof is built over the shrine to keep rain away.
A blinding light shot across the sky, visible to all who turned to look. It broke through the atmosphere with a deafening whoosh, landing onto the ground with a sizeable explosion, but far enough from any civilization to destroy anything valuable. Emerging from the crater was a large metallic hand. It pulled itself up from the crater, feet coming up to follow its arms, pushing against the mounds of dirt the explosion kicked up. Standing at the foot of the crater was a large silhouette. Light glistened off its metallic body. With whir of gears and pistons, the machine-man lifted up its legs, one after the other. His feet landed on the ground with a loud thud as he searched for life. Not long after, he found a road. He stuck his head into the road and found a sizeable enough vehicle. A beam of light shot forth from the robot's head, scanning the vehicle. The driver inside tried to yield, but was not fast enough. Before he could come to a stop, he vehicle hit the robot square in the head, sending the head flying, wires from the robot's neck crackling with electricity.
Cars stopped before the large vehicle, people stepping out to see what was going on, their question answered before long. The robot reached its hands out, crushing the large vehicle in search of its head. Its hand landed on a car. Desperate, the robot picked up the car and put it over the wires. Pistons protruded from the robotic neck, reaching into the car and apparently assimilating it. The robot laid a foot onto the road before its form shifted to match the large vehicle, but a little less broken. There began the robot's search for scrap metal.
Long after, the robot finally found what he was looking for- a broken ship. Surely, he could take pieces of it for his people. Using his thrusters, the robot shot himself at the ship, tearing a hole in it. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, bursting from the wall. As the dust settled, the robot looked to see two others before him, a blue and a red one; Gage and Blast Pipe. Judging by their insignias, they were autobots.
"Wassup homie!" Jersey Boy greeted, reaching his hand out to shake.
Cars stopped before the large vehicle, people stepping out to see what was going on, their question answered before long. The robot reached its hands out, crushing the large vehicle in search of its head. Its hand landed on a car. Desperate, the robot picked up the car and put it over the wires. Pistons protruded from the robotic neck, reaching into the car and apparently assimilating it. The robot laid a foot onto the road before its form shifted to match the large vehicle, but a little less broken. There began the robot's search for scrap metal.
Long after, the robot finally found what he was looking for- a broken ship. Surely, he could take pieces of it for his people. Using his thrusters, the robot shot himself at the ship, tearing a hole in it. "Oh yeah!" he exclaimed, bursting from the wall. As the dust settled, the robot looked to see two others before him, a blue and a red one; Gage and Blast Pipe. Judging by their insignias, they were autobots.
"Wassup homie!" Jersey Boy greeted, reaching his hand out to shake.
Entranced by the statuette, Wrasslin did not notice the rain until finally, there came the sound of mechanical chirping. He broke out of his idle pose, one in which he has his hand on the opposite shoulder, his other hand holding onto the opposite side of his waist. Wrasslin turned his head to see what appeared to be gargoyles in the sky above him- if it were an enemy, things would be difficult; Wrasslin would not be able to reach something so high.
Wrasslin examined his surroundings, seeing that the guards were attacking the 'angels'. The wrestler deduced that this was not part of the festivities. Wrasslin pointed a finger at one of the bandits. "Come! Dare you attack the city that I, Wrasslin, have decided to squat in? Not today! Come and fight me!" he shouted.
With great speed, Wrasslin charged at one of the bandits.
Wrasslin examined his surroundings, seeing that the guards were attacking the 'angels'. The wrestler deduced that this was not part of the festivities. Wrasslin pointed a finger at one of the bandits. "Come! Dare you attack the city that I, Wrasslin, have decided to squat in? Not today! Come and fight me!" he shouted.
With great speed, Wrasslin charged at one of the bandits.
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The barmaid followed the adventurers as well as her father outside. She looked too worried to say anything, instead, she had her arms together, close to her body, biting on her fingernails. Her legs were trembling and her knees faced inwards. The chef seemed to have the opposite expression. His face was grumpy, stern, and focused on the halfling. His muscles were all tense, rippling as veins popped from his arms and face. He growled, then spit again. The sound of some nocturnal bird of prey could be heard from the outside. "KAW!" it screeched, the sound echoing through the dungeon. A large mote of dust swept between Gabriel and the chef.
"Just our fists. No funny business." the chef answered, clenching his fists. "You've got some nerve. Trouncing into my establishment like that." He put an arm out, gesturing the halfling to start.
"What are you waitin' for? I can't get much older."
"Just our fists. No funny business." the chef answered, clenching his fists. "You've got some nerve. Trouncing into my establishment like that." He put an arm out, gesturing the halfling to start.
"What are you waitin' for? I can't get much older."
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"Deal" the chef responded.
The chef reached to the bottom of his shirt, taking it off and throwing it to a corner. He revealed an incredibly muscular physique as well as two tattoos; an intricate tattoo on his left arm which covered the full sleeve, depicting a muscular man with wings, posing with one arm in the air, and the other arm level; the other tattoo on his chest which read "Veni, Vidi, Vici". Angrily, he stomped outside, waiting for Gabriel to do the same.
The chef reached to the bottom of his shirt, taking it off and throwing it to a corner. He revealed an incredibly muscular physique as well as two tattoos; an intricate tattoo on his left arm which covered the full sleeve, depicting a muscular man with wings, posing with one arm in the air, and the other arm level; the other tattoo on his chest which read "Veni, Vidi, Vici". Angrily, he stomped outside, waiting for Gabriel to do the same.
Bells began to ring. Wrasslin looked up to see the bells as a crowd of people walked past him, all seeming to go in the same direction. He followed the scurrying crowd like a man in an inner tube floating along the not-so-lazy river. "What's going on?" Wrasslin mumbled. He habitually struck a pose as the crowd carried him to the festival area, where there stood the priestess. Wrasslin nodded, understanding, in a way, what all the commotion was about.
Wrasslin eyed the statue. He had never seen anything like it. The elves back in his encampment used to pray to a god, but the shrine was built and carved of wood, overgrown with moss. His mentor worshiped a god of travel, often lighting an incense. Never, though, had Wrasslin ever seen such a gloriously built monument. He looked upon the statue in amazement. Still, he posed.
Wrasslin eyed the statue. He had never seen anything like it. The elves back in his encampment used to pray to a god, but the shrine was built and carved of wood, overgrown with moss. His mentor worshiped a god of travel, often lighting an incense. Never, though, had Wrasslin ever seen such a gloriously built monument. He looked upon the statue in amazement. Still, he posed.
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He could have been in the kitchen.
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Zharkov climbed out of the beast, kicking the dead body. He reached into the mouth of the beast, grabbing onto one of its lower fangs. Shaking it about, he yanked out the tooth. Zharkov stepped out to the center of the ring, raising the tooth to the crowd as they cheered for him. "URAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" he roared, shaking the tooth.
The gladiator sighed as he watched the announcer. A new, possibly more worthy challenger was appraoching- this excited Zharkov. He swaggered to the side of the ring he entered from, turning to the opposite end of the ring and watching in anticipation for another man to come out. He smiled big for his audience and gripped the narrow end of the tooth tightly in his left arm.
The gladiator sighed as he watched the announcer. A new, possibly more worthy challenger was appraoching- this excited Zharkov. He swaggered to the side of the ring he entered from, turning to the opposite end of the ring and watching in anticipation for another man to come out. He smiled big for his audience and gripped the narrow end of the tooth tightly in his left arm.
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"I said: Who the hell are you tellin' me how to raise my daughter?" the man repeated menacingly.
"And what the hell does a guy like you know? I put years out of my life, settling down here just to raise her. She didn't even turn out a boy." the chef said, angrily scratching his beard.His eyes landed on James' hands. He backed away slightly, putting his hands on the kitchen counter. He looked back up to James, the chef glaring at him. He growled, then spit into the sink.
As the halfling spoke, however, a laugh formed over the man's face. "And what kind of punch does a half pint like you pack huh?" the chef laughed. He reached to his back and untied his apron, throwing it onto the counter. He then grabbed a glass, filled it then drank it, dumping it into the sink. "Aight son. Name yer conditions. What do I git if I win?"
"And what the hell does a guy like you know? I put years out of my life, settling down here just to raise her. She didn't even turn out a boy." the chef said, angrily scratching his beard.His eyes landed on James' hands. He backed away slightly, putting his hands on the kitchen counter. He looked back up to James, the chef glaring at him. He growled, then spit into the sink.
As the halfling spoke, however, a laugh formed over the man's face. "And what kind of punch does a half pint like you pack huh?" the chef laughed. He reached to his back and untied his apron, throwing it onto the counter. He then grabbed a glass, filled it then drank it, dumping it into the sink. "Aight son. Name yer conditions. What do I git if I win?"
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