Name: Storm Keket Dragon
Gender: Female
Age: 22
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Appearance: Storm is 6'5" in height and 175 lbs in weight. She has short white hair and reddish brown eyes. She wears clothes that are practical not dressy. She has slightly tanned skin and an athletic build.
Race: Elf
Class: Rogue
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Inventory:
- n/a
Skills:
- Poison I [induces a mildly paralyzing toxin lasting 60 seconds; 30 second preparation per weapon]
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Equipped:
- Dull Iron Long Knife [1 foot long, 2 inches wide]
- Dull Iron Long Knife [1 foot long, 2 inches wide]
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Name: Velevan Windcaller
Gender: Male
Age: 22
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Appearance: He has long black hair that reaches down to his shoulders and a very pronounced brow ridge, which consequently puts a grim shadow over his amber eyes. Approximately 5'10", light athletic build, and a burn mark on the right forearm. Somewhat bushy eyebrows and large shoulders, though not very muscular by any means. Tends to wear shades of black, grey or a forest green, though vibrant colors like red, lighter blues and purples aren't off the color pallet either.
Race: Elf
Class: Mage
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Inventory:
- n/a
Skills:
- Bolt I [sends a mild bolt of electricity up to 30 feet; 20 second cooldown]
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Equipped:
- Worn Wood Staff [4 feet and 6 inches tall, 2 inches wide]
- Ripped Leather Tome [6 inches tall, 4 inches wide]
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Name: Nicholas Blivio
Gender: Male
Age: 24
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Appearance: Nicholas is 6'4" tall and 143 lbs in weight, has jet black hair, and boasts lots of scars. He has green eyes, and tannish skin. He is pretty sweaty, and has bruises on his fists. He has a lot of physical wounds and has a bit of stubble.
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
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Inventory:
- n/a
Skills:
- Rage I [increases strength by 50% for 10 seconds; 50 second cooldown]
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Equipped:
- Jagged Iron Shortword [3 feet long, 2 inches wide]
- Worn Leather Buckler [1 foot diameter]
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Name: Arashi Kouken
Gender: Male
Age: 24
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Appearance: Tall, muscular, and swarthy, Arashi is every inch the ranger. Though older than his usual companions, Arashi is in the prime of his youth and is proud to show it-- six and a half feet tall, he's an even two hundred pounds. Despite his relatively youthful age, Arashi's hair is an unruly shock of white that he doesn't even bother trying to keep under control. His standard outfit consists of something that almost appears to be a ninja uniform, colored matte black-- certainly not something one would wear to a party, but more than practical for Arashi's usual work.
Race: Human
Class: Ranger
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Inventory:
- n/a
Skills:
- Aim I [increases accuracy by 50% for 5 seconds; 35 second cooldown]
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Equipped:
- Old Wooden Shortbow [2 feet tall, 1 foot long]
- Jagged Iron Dagger [6 inches long, 2 inches wide]
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Nicholas Blivio, drawing his sword from inside the half-orc before him and lunging for another blow at point-blank range, has obviously never had the chance to study physics or anatomy. Had he ever done so, however, he would know of the existence of the sternum, a thick slab of bone across the chest which when stabbed from half a dozen inches away doesn't just give up the precious organs that it supports and protects.
The rest of the round for him consists of getting punched in the face while twisting his sword around desperately in a last-ditch attempt to kill his opponent, and eventually falling to the ground unconscious, his face looking more like a smashed watermelon than a human head.
His opponent too falls at this point, because without the support of an underweight human under his fist, the half-orc just can't maintain his balance (or, incidentally, any breath).
Across the field, Velevan Windcaller throws his staff in the air, relying on a drunken half-orc's questionable powers of perception and severely limited attention span to pull off a move worthy of a circus performer, and... well, he gets punched in the shoulder, causing his own punch to miss but more importantly dislocating his shoulder and preventing him from doing any staff-catching. Coincidentally the heavy length of wood comes down on the half-orc's head, staggering the creature. Velevan is already sidestepping, however, reaching with his remaining hand to grab his fallen staff as he scrambles out of melee range, cradling his limp arm as best he can.
Now, he wants to get in some good parting blows and such, but with only one arm and three potential targets, he does little more than bat at them like a grumpy old man before getting tackled by the limping half-orc that just came in from beside him. And that's where the round ends for him, because yes, with two arrows in one leg, it's **** hard to walk, and his companions' walking abilities were just as impaired.
Meanwhile, Arashi Kouken realizes that the warrior he was just about to call a warning to is no longer conscious to hear him, and Storm Keket Dragon drops to one knee and begins the excruciatingly long process of poisoning her knives.
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DAMAGES:Half-Orc A: He has been all but scalped by Nicholas's frenzied slashing, his cheek has a nice deep gash which happens to be gushing blood on the left side, his right knee has an arrow sticking out of the back, and his back is bruised from landing on a scrawny warrior. His left lung has collapsed thanks to a stab wound, and his sternum is cracked, the skin and flesh over it bloodied and looking like a platter of moldy cheese cubes. He is now unconscious from these wounds.
Half-Orc B: Various slash and stab wounds would hinder his mobility to an extreme degree, were he conscious, but an arrow entering his left ear and poking out of his left eye into the dirt rather hinder that. He's out for the count, not dead by some miracle (small brain, small target) but not in the game anymore either.
Half-Orc C: He has an arrow in the back of his right thigh, and an arrow in his right knee, both of which have broken off inside of him and probably won't allow him to get up again.
Half-Orc D: His throat is bruised up nicely, and his windpipe is a bit constricted, having had a staff jabbed into it at point-blank range while charging. His left hip has been all but shattered by an arrow now lying broken in the mud a few feet away, but he can still stand. Walking is more of an issue.
Half-Orc E: His left ankle is twisted and bruised, but intact. The same cannot be said of his knee, which was clipped by an arrow and is now facing in an inconvenient direction (inwards, towards the other knee, to be specific). The wound is gashed from getting shot, but the arrow isn't embedded.
Half-Orc F: This little piggy is unconscious with a smashed face. The majority of what appears to be his nose is lying a few feet away, and there is an arrow in the back of his right knee.
Storm Keket Dragon: A bruise of a dark, unpleasant purple shade now adorns her left elbow, which has been bent at rather an odd angle, leaving the arm usable but not really bendable. The front of her right ankle sports a bite mark which is bleeding a bit but not really hindering her otherwise. One of your long knives will be poisoned in 24 more seconds.
Velevan Windcaller: Apart from being bloodied and now a bit sweaty as well, his left thigh is sore, with a very light bruise forming, and his right shoulder is dislocated. Like, knocked completely out of its socket. He's also a bit scraped up from, y'know, getting tackled Bolt will be ready for use in 2 more seconds.
Nicholas Blivio: His lungs are still slightly constricted, though quickly returning to full capacity, and his back is bruised and cut from smashing into the ground. There is a nice red gash where the hilt of his sword actually hit his own shoulder, one of his ribs are cracked, his nose is broken in a variety of entirely different places, his face is a pulpy mass, and... well, he's unconscious on the ground.
Arashi Kouken: Still a strikingly handsome devil clad all in black, and still standing on a rooftop. Aim will be ready for use in 22 more seconds.
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POSITIONS:Nicholas and Storm are at the far end of the battlefield. Thirty feet north of them, up the street, Velevan is getting crushed under the weight of Half-Orc C, with D and E stumbling towards him (read: dragging themselves forward across the ground). Just above and west of them, atop a rooftop, Arashi is watching the proceedings, not a speck of dirt or blood on his pristine figure.
