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Thread: Round One, Bracket B: Whispers in the Wind vs. Paladins of N’jal

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    Lorenor is pulling out of this thread because of his computer having fried on him. I will be doing the rest of this completely on my own.


    MetalDrago couldn't honestly say he was surprised that he was beign addressed as the bait. However, this was far from the truth. MetalDrago, was, in fact, equal, if not greater in intelligence than his partner. The Dragonian Paladin smiled, his teeth showing brightly in the shadows. As his opponent rattled on about being the bait, MetalDrago smiled and nodded. It would seem that, for the time being, he was, in fact, just such a thing. When his opponent saluted him, in his odd little way, MetalDrago did the same, holding his sword straight up, against one of his shoulders, while the sadistic smile remained on his lips.

    This was promising to be one hell of a match, but MetalDrago honestly didn't care. It was up to his opponent to make the first move, and that he did, lighting the forest in stark contrast to what was once there. The trees seemed to char under the light of the blade, burning as if trapped in a raging inferno. It proved to him that this person was his own 'shadow,' in a deranged sense of the term. As leaves shriveled and fell to the ground, bursting into flame around them, MetalDrago stood his ground, throwing up his own sword in a rather half-hearted defense. When the sword connected, MetalDrago heard his own sword screaming, though whether it was in agony or ecstasy, he could not tell.

    Out a little further in the forest, Lorenor was running head-on toward where he believed the elf to be, up until the light began to permeate the entire forest. He screamed in pain as he slung himself away from the Light Energy, back into the darkness. He wouldn't be seen again for the rest of the battle.

    The Dragonian Paladin took his left arm and unsheathed his second weapon, the Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, and slashed toward his opponent's abdomen, or at least where he thought it was. The light was intense, so much so that it made it hard to see. MetalDrago afforded himself very little protection from it, but at least he had not been blinded. Things would have taken a turn for the worse if he had been. He heard something whistling though the wind. Arrows, by the sound of them. he thought. He thought he would have just enough time to dodge.

    The trees in the background flailed, as if seeking to beat the offending light into submission, though it would be to no avail. The trees close enough to do anything about it were either dead, or in a comatose state. This would make fighting a bit easier, from a movement standpoint, but harder, because of that infernal sword.

    After making his attack, the paladin jumped back, sheathing the Dragon's Betrayal, his onyx katana, and throwing the Kusanagi to his right hand. He winced as he looked at his left arm. Wasn't fast enough. He pulled a single arrow from the joint in his armor, feeling the pain, but not really caring. The other three had missed, by all appearances, probably grazing off his arm as he jumped back. He looked back at his opponent, the other 'Bait'. Since the Dark-based blade was pretty much useless against the Light Blade, he would have to stick to the only other weapon he had. He stood up and put his blade in the ready position, closing his eyes and trying to clear his sight once more. He wished he'd been better prepared for the blinding light, but at least it didn't hurt him as bad as it did his partner.
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    ‘Hopper’s own companion blade, Styx, comes up readily against Metaldrago’s Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, having held the blade back for precisely this reason. ‘Hopper had needed to hold back just a little until he knew just what caliber of swordsman he was dealing with, and his opponent was not only good enough to defend against his initial strike combined the sudden blindness, but actually counterattack!

    Nevertheless, he’s pleased with the results, Sara’s already gotten one hit on him, and ‘Hopper thinks to himself, Good Job, Elf. Iffin’ we ken’ keep this up, alls I ‘ave ta do is keep’im busy an’ ye’ll plug’em full’ve arrows.

    And so, ‘Hopper can only press forwards the assault. While Metaldrago is retreating, ‘Hopper is shifting his stance and advancing all at once, every motion perfectly practiced as he flows like water from the overtly aggressive charging stance to a fencing stance, with the right side of his body facing Metaldrago, Lucky extended out in front of him like a Rapier. Styx, in ‘Hoppers left hand comes rotating up above his head, ending in a position above, and slightly behind lucky, both swords parallel to the ground.

    Then, finally in position, he strikes, lunging forwards, stabbing a still-glowing (Though not nearly as blindingly as when it first released its light) – Lucky straight towards Metaldrago’s chest, hoping to catch him while he’s still trying to come to his senses.
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    NOW ... we can get this truly started again. WOOT!!



    Sara was no fool. She knew better than to judge a person based on their looks or actions. More often than not a beings outward bearing was nothing more than a disguise. Of course, she could flush out exactly what was lurking just beneath the man Hopper was fighting.

    A true warriors might lay hidden underneath our enemy to show such skills of determination for victory. Where did it come from to receive pain like that with nothing but what seemed to be a mere shrug?

    Both hands were still active with her daggers, and with quick movements, Sara drew closer to the small battle they had to fight.

    At that moment, close to the enemy now, each dagger sliced through the air with a forceful sting. Each dagger was aimed at a different body part of their opponent, looking to embed themselves deep in his delicate flesh. If the small blades landed, intense agony were almost certainly bound to follow. He would soon learn not to underestimate an elf in combat.
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    MetalDrago opened his eyes just in time to see his sword-wielding opponent lunging at his chest. He through up his own sword, but only managed to deflect the shot enough that it stabbed into his shoulder. He smiled a little more broadly as the sword dug into his flesh. He seemed to be on the edge of laughter. The sword continued to push into his shoulder, and his ecstasy only increased as his pain did. However, he didn’t want to lose use of his arm, so he backed up as the sword tried to go even deeper.

    “Can’t allow you to have all the fun, can we?” He asked, his voice bordering on the side of maniacal. When only the tip of the sword was left embedded in his flesh, underneath the shoulder joint of his armor, he roughly grabbed it with his armored hand and twisted it, hoping to through Hopper off balance. It was at that moment that the elf had decided to strike. One of the daggers found the harder part of his armor, grazing harmlessly off the ‘metal’ surface, but the other found one of his more exposed part, cutting him enough to elicit a gasp of pain, or was it of pleasure?

    MetalDrago reached behind himself, pulling the Dragon’s Betrayal, his Dark-Based sword, from its sheath. And then, he did something that should have been unexpected. He pointed the blade of one toward the elf, and another toward his other opponent. The blade of the Kusanagi rested on his back, as he positioned the Dragon’s Betrayal in what appeared to be an uppercut slash. But he wasn’t close enough to his opponents for it to make any difference, or was he?

    As his boots made a loud crunching noise against the dead leaves on the ground, scattering the charred leaves in every direction, MetalDrago’s eyes began to glow a violent blue-violet. He smiled sadistically as he brought both swords up, in the direction of his opponents releasing his signature Shockwave Slice ability. Each individual shockwave was capable of travelling twenty feet, and still retain its powerful cutting ability. MetalDrago was just beginning to have some fun now. These two wouldn’t be defeating him quite yet. He knew he was outnumbered, yet he didn’t really care. He was having the time of his life. He was fighting for his life, in a way he hadn’t done in all his life.

    “It’s not over yet.” He whispered, more to himself than to anyone else. “In fact, it’s just getting started.”

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    It hit! I sodding hit him! 'Hopper was cursing under his breath when Lucky went stabbing through Metaldrago's arm, 'Hopper had actually been intending to miss, counting on a deflection that would have carried Lucky wide, and left him the ability to move that sword more quickly than would have been thought possible. But, caught in the open wound, 'Hopper is amazed enough that MetalDrago's gauntlet actually manages to grab the blade!

    Rather than letting himself get pulled off-balance, 'Hopper simply releases his grip on the sword, letting it fall off to the side harmlessly. He curses, audibly, "Hells!" It's a damned shame ta lose it like that, but better than tha' alternativ'. The soft glow that remains should make it easy to find, for himself, or even Sara if she's got the time.

    Time wasn't something 'Hopper had very much of at the moment, he was already breathing heavily, slowing down a little too much, letting his age catch up to him. If he'd been a little younger, a little faster, he might have been able to keep up with the swiftly retreating Paladin of N'jal - might have been able to strike before the man got out of Melee range, before he drew his other sword.

    But it might have also saved him, 'Hopper had been around enough mystically-aided fighters to recognize a sword stance like that. Hells, he did the same thing himself! Only better, and from his ring, rather than his sword.

    See, the trouble with using swords like that, 'Hopper himself found out years ago, is if your opponent knows what's going on, and has the means to stop it, you leave yourself horribly open at the bottom of the swing. 'Hopper is just such an opponent, and has a silver ring on his left hand capable of creating a force shield just powerful enough to deflect something like that.

    When MetalDrago brings his swords up, 'Hopper leaps forwards again, his stance changed once against to an overtly offensive charge, with Styx now held low to the ground. His hand twists oddly once the shockwave comes, presenting the front of the ring to face MetalDrago, allowing the Force shield to flicker into place immediately before impact, and it shatters apart after taking the full force of the wave.

    But it's served it's purpose, 'Hopper himself remains unharmed, and he's moving forwards fast enough to send a slash of his own upwards towards MetalDrago's chest, carrying with it the full force of 'Hopper's remaining speed and strength. MetalDrago is exposed, his stance set solidly to be able to use his technique, and both his blades having just made upwards slashes, where a lesser swordsman might have missed the opportunity, 'Hopper instantly knows how to exploit the openings he's been given.

    And should he strike true, Styx will end the battle immediately. Afraid as MetalDrago might have been of the light-based Lucky, the inky black Styx holds the magic to rip the memories away from mens minds, stealing away his hard-won experiences, motivations, and even knowledge of the fact that he's in a life-or-death battle, depending on how long it stays in contact, and how grievous the strike is.
    He's a lover, not a fighter
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    The stalwart opponent before them brought forth his weapons towards both of them. Yet, as a turn of events, he pointed both of them towards the sky as the now blue-eyed man gave a definitive smirk. The duel has just begun, and already surprises were around every turn.

    Sara was ready to put her next plan of attack into action until his weapon started to emit some kind of energy wave. It would require a massive amount of speed to avoid something like that, so the best she could do was to hold both of her arms enclosed into her chest and take the blow.

    As her feet left the ground, fully braced for impact, she aimed her right elbow downwards, intending to implant it into the ground to lesson the shock on her body as it hit.

    When her body landed, it made a slight thud, knocking a little bit of wind from her lungs. Taking a few moments to get back together, she took one of her daggers and threw it towards her opponents neck. As she did, she realized she developed a tiny bruise from the unexpected attack on her arm.

    After throwing the blade, she got back up on her feet and gave herself a little bit more distance away from them as she prepared her bow with more arrows.

    Striking from a distance is more of my specialty anyway. Perhaps I should stick to that.

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    MetalDrago saw Hopper drop his blade, and smiled, knowing that he was preparing to strike with the other, black blade. This was going to be quite interesting, even in the Dragonian Paladin’s experiences. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks, making him angry. I haven’t landed a single blow on him yet! MetalDrago screamed in his mind. With that, he fell back into his memories.

    It was a particularly harsh day in Terramat’s Black Crystal Palace. He was busy enacting the divinely corrupt Will of N’Jal, teaching MetalDrago about the powers of sound-based magic and fighting. MetalDrago was a very apt pupil, but he was slow, and could not see any of Terramat’s own attacks. Terramat appeared suddenly behind him and kicked him in the back, sending him flying across the room, right into one of the mahogany desks that occupied the office being used as a private training room.

    Terramat was a Dark Elven Lord who had taken over a small continent off the coast of another, even lesser known continent. He was known as the most powerful evil being within over 1000 miles, and was thus given free reign. No heroes came to dispatch him, and those who did were handily defeated and crucified as an example. No one dared turn against his word, until MetalDrago came to town. Terramat had, for various reasons, agreed to teach MetalDrago his fighting techniques, and this was where they ended up.

    “You stupid child! How many times have I told you to keep your guard up at all times, both for attacks from the front and the back?” Terramat asked. MetalDrago responded by picking up a piece of the desk and throwing it at Terramat in anger, knowing that he would dodge. As Terramat disappeared, MetalDrago embedded the tip of his practice sword into something soft, yet hard at the same time: the very vest Terramat had been using for the practice. Terramat smiled easily, flashing his array of brilliant teeth. “You’re learning. Let go of your sight. Release your instincts, and fight with them, as well as your mind. If he moves so fast your eyes can’t catch him, then your mind has to move even faster than he does. And if that doesn’t work…” Terramat disappeared again, reappearing on one of the chandeliers on the ceiling, “You can always try moving faster than they can.” The candlelight began to flicker on the walls as the chandelier rocked back and forth, casting odd shadows around the entire room. Terramat smiled and laughed, as if he was having the time of his life, just swinging on the expensive gold light fixture.

    MetalDrago, understanding his current teacher, nodded his head and concentrated, deep within himself, knowing that within, he carried the power to do exactly as Terramat did. “Giving up?” Terramat jokingly asked. The Lord knew full well that the young Paladin would be set off by his remark, and attack him, both fast and furious.

    A knife was at his throat as MetalDrago said, “Not likely, teacher.” He grabbed Terramat’s arm. “I told you if I caught you, you wouldn’t like the consequences.” He twisted Terramat’s arm until the Dark Elven Lord was thrashing in pain, before casually pushing him off the edge of the chandelier. Terramat did a flip in midair and disappeared again, reappearing elsewhere on the floor.

    The Lord dusted himself off easily before he said, “You always do learn to damn fast for my own good… I never get to mess with your head like I do with everyone else, anymore. You’re at least half as fast as I am at my full speed with that move.” When MetalDrago eyed him, not understanding, the Lord sighed and said, “It means normal people should have trouble seeing you if you move at your current full speed. I wouldn’t be surprised if you turned out to be invisible to the naked eye within the next few days.”

    MetalDrago spent the next few days learning how to move even faster, until he could match his teacher in both speed and strength of attacks, for the length of about two seconds. He was quite happy with himself, and went back to his subterfuge in St. Denebriel’s Cathedral.

    The wind scattered the leaves of the battlefield as it picked up, and the Paladin smiled serenely as he exited his living daydream, which, though it appeared to take a good hour, only took about a second. His opponents had both just finished their own attacks against him as he was daydreaming, and though he felt them both coming with a pain that was fresh and exciting to him, he wouldn’t allow either attack to connect with him. As suddenly as his vision of the past had come and gone, so too had he.

    Turning around, MetalDrago looked at his sword-wielding opponent’s back from behind one of the burned and blackened trees, hoping to be all but invisible to the two he had been fighting. He hoped to cause some chaos, in addition to the attack he had done. As he had disappeared, he had made two attacks with his swords, each one aimed at Hopper. As MetalDrago envisioned it, his supersonic attack would be enough to severely debilitate Hopper, and his partner’s knives would hit him, possibly even finishing him off. It was almost a tactical certainty that Hopper had been trapped by the two attacks, which both would now be coming directly at him.

    How wonderful… Am I serving Your Will, my Lady? he asked N’Jal carefully. When he felt the wonderful malice she filled him with, he knew that he had indeed been serving Her Will. He continued to watch, one of his onyx-clawed hands digging into the tree, as he stilled his bloodlust, so that he could have the pleasure of causing them pain and confusion hold out even longer. He felt good, better than he’d felt in eons. His life, his passion, all revolved around serving the Dark Goddess. And if he had a little fun while he was at it, what’s the harm, right?
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    Just as 'Hopper was about to strike what he thought would be the deciding blow, MetalDrago went and disappeared. It was a blur of motion, speed beyond what he thought the man was capable of, and 'Hopper wondered, Why dinnae' he move like that 'afore now? Immediately another string of realizations came to 'Hopper, Magic, jus' like tha' swords. Fancy tricks from a sod who cannae' beat me swords, an' they're all tha' same too. Behind!

    He wasn't worried about his own ally's attacks, the elf was good at what she did, good enough to intentionally aim a dagger to hit 'Hopper if it had missed its first target, but a surgical strike for MetalDrago's neck from a warrior like Sara didn't stand a chance of accidentally injuring 'Hopper. The dagger went wide past his shoulders by nearly a foot, more than enough space for him to maneuver.

    'Hopper lets his arm swinging Styx up at empty air carry up and around, thinking at first he might be able to make it all the way around to parry whatever was coming at himYer not fast enough, old man. Bend!

    'Hopper's taken a few hits to the back in his day, jokers like MetalDrago who've taught him long and hard how they think the most vulnerable position is the back. They're right, of course, 'Hopper can't parry, he can't dodge something like this without falling to the ground and getting skewered even worse in the next few seconds, but he can give a little surprise of his own. His body twists awkwardly, rolling with the wounds, taking the blow on his own terms. The first sword strikes across the whole of his back, distributing the force across the whole of his armor, allowing the bands to absorb the blow even against the stronger-than-steel blades and supersonic strength.

    An eyeblink later, The second blow crosses the first, and this time it breaks through some of the already-weakened bands. Along with the shrieking of torn metal, it adds another wicked scar to the collection he's been keeping on his back, and knocks the wind from his lungs, threatening to leave him helplessly staggered. If 'Hopper were anyone but the hardheaded-like-a-mountain, stubborn-like-an-ass determinator he was, it would have been over right there, he'd have lost his guard long enough for MetalDrago to follow up with the killing blow.

    Except, he wouldn't, not yet. For some reason MetalDrago is afraid enough of 'Hopper to try to conceal himself after launching that attack! He's made a mistake though, his goal of being all-but-undetectable was successful before launching his first attack, but 'Hopper can't possibly miss what direction those attacks came from, and his eyes aren't quite so bad yet as to be unable to spot the man now hiding behind a tree.

    Furthermore, he won't even give MetalDrago the pause he's looking for. While Styx, in Hoppers left arm, is useless for the moment It has gone weak in the aftermath of the first solid blow he's taken, and Lucky isn't in 'Hopper's right arm. But as 'Hopper finishes spinning around to meet his enemy, his right arm is in condition to strike. Despite the pain, he can ball his fist, and launch a strong right hook at MetalDrago's face.

    On the surface, it's just a distraction, something to drive MetalDrago back until 'Hopper can competently wield Styx again, something to take a man who thought he'd mortally wounded his opponent off guard. In reality, it's another killing blow, another strike that, if it lands, would end this one for 'Hopper. See, on 'Hoppers' right hand is the bronze ring with rams horns molded on the end, the mystic ring that can strike with the force of a giant's fist. If everything goes as planned, he'll be activating that ring, point blank, in MetalDrago's face, where even a glancing blow would be skull-shattering.
    Last edited by Mikeavelli; 02-02-09 at 07:00 PM.
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    My apologies for the length of time this took. I was forced to cover a couple of other judgments to keep the tournament running somewhat on time. I do hope that you find my scores just and my comments insightful, and if you have any questions, you can feel free to drop me a PM.


    Whispers in the Wind

    Story: 20/30


    Storytelling: 4/5

    Petoux: You begin your introduction mentioning your character and her team-mate, but with no real mention as to how they met, or who they were. You mention them and tournament as if they should be understood and without explanation. Your third post was short, but it did shed more light on the reason behind the ring, and their overall battle plan. By the end of the thread, I found myself understanding some of Sara's motivation, but it still felt like there was something missing.

    Mikeavelli: The flashback early on in this thread was very revealing about Hopper, even if it was a bit long. Most of the narration is geared toward displaying his personality as well, and this really helps me get attached to him. You do however mention MetalDrago by name, though your character shouldn't know that name. You also mention his sword’s name, though he never says it. However, I feel very drawn in to Hopper and his tale. Well done.

    Setting: 6/10

    Petoux: Your description of the trees and field appearing was rather nice, if a little long-winded. You mention the clouds covering 'half' of the sunlight, but then mention the glitter of your jewelry in even partially clouded sunlight. Other than that, you don't mention the setting much, but still seem to maintain a general awareness of it.

    Mikeavelli: You don't describe Hopper's appearance, or the appearance of the forest around him outside of the fact that there are trees, and they don't like him. Your description of the light from your sword was quite eloquent, and vivid, however. Your decision to leave the setting 'understood' kind of draws away from the imagery of your posts.


    Pacing: 10/15

    Petoux: Your posts are generally quite short, especially during the battle, and this keeps the pace barreling along.

    Mikeavelli: The enormity of your first flashback in your second post overwhelmed the actual pertinent information in the post and slowed the pacing. You make up for this in the rest of the thread, and otherwise maintain a good flow.


    Character: 25.5/35


    Dialogue: 8/10

    Petoux: I'm not entirely sure why you had Sara acknowledge a conclusion in the narration out loud, but the thought of her getting whacked, then standing up to say that is pretty funny. Sara’s internal monologue is always timely and appropriate given whichever situation she’s in. What little dialogue she has is also appropriate.

    Mikeavelli: Hopper's 'inner monologue' is pretty funny, and brings out his accent well. The dialogue between Hopper and Sara is very realistic, and appropriate given his position in their relationship. I also must applaud the extent to which you show his thick accent in his dialogue.


    Action: 10/15

    Petoux: You state that she ‘drew closer’ to the battle, but neither stated how long this took, or how far away she was when she finally unleashed her attack. In reading it, it jumps forward unexpectedly. Though Sara’s choice of taking the blow directly was realistic, you took it as if it were a punch, and not a ‘shockwave’ that maintained its cutting edge for 20 feet. In fact, you only say you received a ‘tiny bruise’ from it. How appropriate that was would’ve been easier to determine had I known approximately how far away Sara was.

    Mikeavelli: Your attacks were very clearly written. It was refreshing to see Hopper’s age and fatigue catching up to him at a realistic point in the battle. His assessment of his opponent’s intended attack is also appropriate given your narrative explanation of it. Your description of the shockwave shattering your shield is rather anti-climactic and hurried, though. Your description of the abilities of your sword ‘Styx’ felt appropriately sinister, however.


    Persona: 7.5/10

    Petoux: I get a good feeling of Sara's desperation to find her partner. You give a pretty good image of how the anxiety affects Sara. Your specialty seems to be in conveying your character's emotions and you do this quite well when it comes to her thoughts on her partner.

    Mikeavelli: Hopper's thoughts and conclusions about his first opponent were pretty appropriate. Hopper’s surprised reaction at his opponent’s prowess, and his prudence in holding something back until he knew more about him also told much of his character.



    Writing Style: 23/30


    Technique: 6.5/10

    Petoux: You reuse the word 'as' a large number of times. Other than that, you keep a very simple sentence structure in your posts, and they aren't exceptionally descriptive.

    Mikeavelli: Your use of third person present tense is rather interesting, and a bit unusual, though you pull it off fairly well. You occasionally string too many complete thoughts together, though they’re usually in the right order. You tend to start sentences with ‘and’ or ‘but’ for dramatic effect, but the same thing could be accomplished with an ellipses ‘…’ or a semi-colon. Despite these things, you have a very unique and interesting writing style.


    Mechanics: 8.5/10

    Petoux: I don't think I noticed many, if any, errors in your posts.

    Mikeavelli: You lapse into second person with 'you' many times during the flashback early on. You seem to occasionally slip into past tense, but it's not too often.


    Clarity: 8/10

    Petoux: Your posts are very short and concise, and thus, very legible.

    Mikeavelli: Though your posts are longer than your partner's, and more complex, they still maintain a good level of legibility.


    Wildcard: 1


    Total: 69.5/100


    Petoux receives...

    500 EXP and 480 GP!


    Mikeavelli receives...

    550 EXP and 480 GP!



    Paladins of N'jal


    Story: 19/30


    Storytelling: 3.5/5

    MetalDrago: Despite starting with several assumptions of the reader, you finally touch on your character's past when you talk about his old 'fire skills,' and how he acquired his current ones. Your description of your character's devotion to N'jal, and his opinion of her, also fleshed out more of his mind-set, and why he came to the tournament. You mentioned your opponent’s name, Hopper, in the battle, despite the fact that he never says it. Though you detonated your flashback well enough, the timing of it was rather inappropriate, especially considering the length. This was just before you got struck by a sword, after all. Associating the speed of his memories with his own was an interesting twist, however.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Your journal entry was an interesting way to start your intro, but it increasingly grew more like prose, and less like something someone would realistically write in a journal. It still accomplished its goal of informing the reader, though. You jump straight into the story behind your character's involvement in this tournament, and that adds a deal of depth to the thread. However, there was an exceptional amount of it in the first post. It would've significantly helped the pacing to have spread that out over several posts. I thought it rather cool that you tied the Necronomicon into the N'jal, and Althanas as a whole. However, I did think the line about Althanas deserving a new class of villain was entirely too close to the Dark Knight quote, and thus slightly lame. The arrival of a package directly from the Cabal to the Red Hand was an interesting twist.


    Setting: 6/10

    MetalDrago: In your description of the forest you liken it to Concordia, which is a nice touch, but don't describe much more of it. You also do not describe your character's physical appearance much. You regain some sense of your environment just before releasing your ‘shockwave’ ability at both of your opponents. Most of the time you seem oblivious of the world around you, but when you do describe it, you describe it well.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Your descriptions of the environment around your character are generally informative without being excessive. The will of N'jal forcing the trees to give you easy passage was a very nice touch, as was your line about history unfolding.


    Pacing: 9.5/15

    MetalDrago: Except for a badly timed flashback, your posts maintained a steady and even flow for the most part, though it did slow down during the fight.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Though your post read very well and involving, it held quite a slow pace, especially for a fighting tournament.


    Character: 23/35


    Dialogue: 7/10

    MetalDrago: His dialogue is always appropriate, yet ironic. There's not a whole lot of it, but there's enough for a battle.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Lorenor has a very interesting 'old english' accent and dialect.


    Action: 9/15

    MetalDrago: You mention your character carving a staff out of the tree branch, but this would've realistically taken a while even with a sharp blade. Your first attack was pretty basic, simply throwing your staff in front of you as you ran, and a little anti-climactic. Also, you state that your character had not been blinded by a light you assumed to be powerful enough to set fire to leaves and underbrush. You never mention any way your character could have been immune to that. Your description of your character shrugging off the blow from his opponent was exceptionally casual, and you hardly even mention the pain or any effects it may have had. You actually show the reaction of the elf’s dagger strike, though, yet maintain his twisted masochism.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Lorenor's entrance into the portal to the tournament was exceptionally well done as was your use of the realm of doors, and the ancient door to transport him.


    Persona: 7/10

    MetalDrago: You give a pretty good look into his feelings about this tournament. When referencing your character’s nature, you seem to focus more on his sadism than any other aspect of his personality. You leave a lot of things unsaid, though. For instance, you never mention how you ‘disappeared,’ whether or not you are able to.

    Mutant_Lorenor: When you finally describe your character, it is done in an almost excessive way, that is strangely exact and actually fairly revealing, if somewhat unnecessary. His devotion to N'jal is very plain, even in your single post, and it does provide an interesting twist to his character.


    Writing Style: 22/30


    Technique: 6/10

    MetalDrago: You reuse your name, 'MetalDrago,' so many times it draws more attention to it than what your post is saying. You can become fairly eloquent and poetic when you talk of battle and whatnot, but for the most part your posts are fairly plain. The repetition of the word ‘life’ at the end of your fourth post was effective, and emphasized how ‘alive’ he really felt. You've got a pretty good style, possibly leaning more towards being concise, but a more descriptive and eloquent style sometimes shows through.

    Mutant_Lorenor: Your writing style is very informative and vivid, but not really suited for a tournament atmosphere, however excellent it is. Every now and then you'll reuse a descriptive word a few sentences in a row, but you never do it for long, and it always seems to be a different word.


    Mechanics: 8/10

    MetalDrago: Aside from occasionally starting a sentence with and, you only average a few errors/typos per post. Generally, you maintain a good control of the language you use.

    Mutant_Lorenor: You seem to occasionally add incomplete sentences as one might add something after a semi-colon, such as describing a noun without actually having a verb tied to that noun.


    Clarity: 8/10

    MetalDrago: Your posts are typically quite clear, though you occasionally add information in an almost after-the-fact way. You maintain a fairly good balance between being too wordy, and too concise, and because you don't branch out into complex grammar too often, your posts are very readable.

    Mutant_Lorenor:


    Wildcard: 2

    Your rolled with your partner’s absence, and kept the thread going in spite of it.


    Total: 66/100


    MetalDrago receives...

    950 EXP and 450 GP!

    Mutant_Lorenor receives...

    Nothing!



    Whispers in the Wind are Victorious!
    Sings we a dances of wolves, who smells fear and slays the coward,
    Sings we a dances of mans, who smells gold and slays his brother.


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