Divinity

Divinity Vs Dazsos!

Summoner, interrupted.

The speed and density of they flying crystal would allow it to punch through concrete at the sacrifice of perhaps a fourth of its penultimate energy. A wall of water no more than perhaps a few inches thick at best would cost far less. As for the book? Its adamantine rigidity would prove to work against him! It only took approximately 357 joules of force to crack bones, and the diamond tankbuster was easily carrying quadrouple that. The book, far harder than average human bone, would be transferred a great deal of that energy to impact his unprotected sternum with enough force to rattle the rib-cage quite profoundly, if not totally crack or break it. He'd be suffering far more than just being short of breath.

His enemy hurt and brought to his knees, Corban had precious time that he was loathe to waste. The diamond storm around Corban came to a full stop and twinkled like tiny star children for a fraction of a second before they rained back to the earth around him. The earth mage would steel his stance, gripping his weapon with arctic-blue hands from the icing winds. The ground was depressed several inches with an icy crunch as he began to close the distance between them. Experience taught him to err on the side of caution, and he held no delusions that his speed was baffling, but surely nothing to scoff at. It would be a few moments before he would reach his target, but with his enemy dealing with several broken or cracked bones, that would hardly be an issue.

With a twist of the wrist he'd stab his drill forward when a little less than double his height from the enemy. He did not know for sure the man had a barrier erected, but he'd surely noticed when the man was struck by his diamond shot that he was knocked into something. He was considerably more prepared than he would have been otherwise without that damning tell. The channeled antimagics would encounter each-other with similar laws as when an unstoppable force meets an immoveable object; Cancellation. The barrier and antimagic spear would be casted away, leaving corban with only a fullerene-articulating pole whom's tip had elongated into a needle-like spike, aimed directly for the man's head. There would be no time for a fancy, fully fledged summon. Not when death was quite literally knocking down your door. Summoners shined when given time to do their bidding. Without time, a summoner was no more than a child pretending to be Harry Potter. Who was notoriously bad at summons, anyhow.

Arena Chat Thread

The tradeoff for stricter parrying maneuvers would be a free hand. D&D may be fiction, but so too is this sport we compete in. Its uses would be stricter, but the addition of having both hands would easily offset the cost if you ask me.

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"An assassin, hm? I believe I'm aware of more than your contractor can comprehend." Corban shouted from behind his prismatic flake-storm. Myros would hear him, but see nothing from behind the refractive cloud. Of course this too would apply to Corban. Luckily for him he didn't need eyes to see! Ishtalle was more than capable of spotting an ant from several dozen yards, and the similarity between herself and the diamond storm allowed each particulate shard to become a remote sensor she could co-opt with the earth mage at will. He was still watching with all the same precision that doctors were famed for."I'm afraid to say I won't be turning back. I will compost this land in a circle of life and bring this country back to its former splendor, and...."

The diamond shards had finished amassing in the man's palm, a shy spark melding them into a eutactically smooth 250 carat monstrosity. Clenching his fist around the biggest wedding rock you've ever seen, the dual life-systems pulsing through his veins pulsed power into the rainbow bauble. "Don't think you're going to stop me!"

Just as both would finish their speeches, corban would flick-fire the tankbuster. Its density immense, its cross-section small, the bauble was railgunned across the 100 or so foot gap faster than any mortal could blink with all of the energy that could be squeezed out of a 2,500 calorie diet, displacing wind in a blast circle. A dispel sabot was placed upon it increasing its lethality two-fold, aimed to blow a hole through his book the same size as the hole that would be left in his sternum. Regardless of what quick-draw defense the man could muster, Corban figured he had it covered.

The diamond storm slowed its fluttering to a slow revolution, and the air around him seemed to chill, the earth about him slowly icing over[?].

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@Dazsos
That's fine. Its not every day that Corban gets to be the one destroying worlds!

Bout time.

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<That will have to wait. You have company.>

~I know. I'll have to conduct my field study in the action. Difficult, but it's been done before. Think it's the Society trying to steal my glory!?~

<Prepare now, question later.>

There were no delusions that the arrow that had landed was a sign of peace. Despite the clear lack of a white flag, arrows were instruments of war, not good will. Whatever it was preluding meant to do no good. Well, to Corban anyway. He flitted his fingers from the earth, a purple gaseous haze trailing them as he siphoned them into a crystal vial. Once stored, the gas began to clump into small spheres, revolving about each other like suspended magnets. He pocketed the vial, and stood up at just about the time that the scribe had freed himself from the confines of the arrows innards. When he had come to be a full man again, Corban's watchful eyes could elucidate several things that experience made him look for as he introduced himself.

• Cards: A common tool among mages and wizards alike. Possibly preturnaturally sharp. Strong chance they are used as quick-glyphs or runes, and ranged weapons.
• The book: Self explanatory. High likelihood they contain spells that the owner has not fully committed to memory. Less likely is the idea that it is simply a book of pages to write runes, circles, or glyphs on, much like the runic wizards of Baldur. Even less likely is that the pages are an ammunition of some sort. Paper slingers were rare but not unheard of.
• Quill: Normally something to be overlooked, but a mage wielding no conventional weaponry usually wielded others. Possibly a wand of some sort. Could also be a pen with which to jot down circles and glyphs into the book, or both.

As quickly as he had summed up his opponent had he broken free with his attack. How rude! He really wanted to know what he had won! One thing could be said, though. He was at least partially right about the book.

The components of the beam were simple enough to divine on the fly, and this much space between them gave Corban lead time. Energy in one of its rawest forms; light, seemed the be the primary ingredient, though the body bore mass unequal to the energy placed in the beam. A hand outstretched to his side, palms splayed wide open as a column of earth the length of his body 'popped' up from out of the ground and filled the empty gap. A spark told the story of the transmutation as it was converted into a proper metallic polearm. The blade? A halo of light that stretched its dimensions into that of a great drill-shaped sigil far wider across than Corban's body.

[Sublimate]
[Repel]

While physical constructs like swords or hands could pass through with no issue, magic and its subsidiaries would be all but dusted by the channeled abjurative disjunction, while more empiric physical forces of nature such as kinetic energy would be repelled and diffused into the surrounding atmosphere, residual forces metabolized to power an ever-stronger disjunction. With both hands he leveled the weapon, tip of the blade meeting the blast for only a split second before it misted prismatically into thousands of diamond shards and a wave of heat that cut around him in a wide '<' shaped arc as it passed through the turbine.

Those diamond flecks no sooner would begin to swirl and dance about their new master like a caribbean-blue snowstorm. Slowly, they began to coalesce in his free hand as he placed the butt of his weapon to the earth with the other.

"So. Are you from the Society? I'll have you know I'm authorized to be on this land."

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That's fine. I'm not against gravity manipulation. And there are many reasons two men of the same alignment would want to kill one another.

Most wars are not fought between good and evil, but one good versus another good.

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Even if it seems unorthodox, so long as everything you're doing is possible based on what is present on a sheet, I see no issue with not being all-inclusive. Especially to limit metagaming.

And clearly porting is generally frowned upon in combat, but to me it depends on how it is done. Some people explain it away as moving through a coterminous plane instead of outright sidestepping time and space. I dont particularly mind it because I have ways of dealing with it, but I do believe its something best left reserved to high-tier. The smoother this can go the better.

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She can become just short of anything, guns pretty low on the list, though it is an option. However if she is a gun, I almost never actually have my bullets move at bullet-speeds, and 9/10 she's firing spell cartridges instead of mundane ammo. As a rule, as long as a character is at least 15-30 feet away from me when firing a firearm, and utilize some form of believable defense/speed, I have no real issue with others dodging bullets.

My sheet is also not particularly all-inclusive. In that I do not document every single thing he is capable of, but everything he is capable of is done using what is on his sheet, hence the 'vagueness'.

With the locks in place I feel we shouldn't have any major hiccups regarding powers and their scale, so you're fine. My intro is already posted, so respond whenever ready!

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@Dazsos
I almost never complain about sheets. Corban is more than capable of scaling upward almost indefinitely. However when time, space, gravity, alchemy, geomancy, etc are all plastered on a single sheet, things tend to get contentious with me. I am capable of dealing with it all on a surface level, but it rarely remains very civil for long when I dont roll over and die.

I'll face Myron unranked without any issues. But if you insist on ranked, I could suck it up and prepare accordingly, or you can change your character. I won't make the decision for you, just give you some info that may help you decide.

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Over a thousand years ago, green grass and warm springs rolled across all corners of the great kingdom of Schrade. Its wealth was bountiful, its lords loved, and its people happy. However, like the great kingdom of Atlantis, so too would this courtship be reduced to but a memory. A powerful, never-ending storm struck the kingdom, born of evil magics and twisted sorcery that plunged the lands into darkness. Today, those hills are barren, dead plains. Where once there were villages and towns etched around its circumference, now were only their corpses.

Lightning crackled sanguine bolts from a tempestuous, angry sky. Purple clouds, splotched with crimson icor swirled like a hurricane for miles and miles. Within the eye of the storm, were the remnants of what had once been the fulcrum of the kingdom; Castle Schrade. Once a splendid feudal manor, now it could only cling to what remained of itself.

The International Society of Druids long since abandoned its restoration project. The storm was simply too powerful, and the wild magic beyond the ken of even the most astute of their ranks. So it would seem, the castle would fade away into legend.... At least until a particular, dark-robed enterprising mage stumbled across it. He stood within the wide courtyard, interwoven crystal ribbons of his robe glowing like circuitry. Beset on all four sides were the castle ramparts, which looked out towards the lifeless plains. A scabbard and sword hung from his side without sash or belt, and kneeling low to touch fingers to grainy earth, the gears of Corban's mind began to tumble into motion.

"Ishtalle, it's still breathing, but on life support..... I think I can heal its wounds."