if the night is {burning} // [delish v 4 horsemen v flemeth]
Mar 16, 2014 15:27:53 GMT -5
Post by sadniss everdeen on Mar 16, 2014 15:27:53 GMT -5
• As there are only 6 participants in this fight, posting order still applies. Do not stray from the order you fall into round 1 or you will take 8 damage.
• The dragon has 50 damage and can attack three times per turn, but as with all mutts and tributes, it can only be attacked TWICE in one turn itself. The rest of the time, you are free to attack each other.
• If you are attacking another tribute, the only two attacks in one turn obviously applies as well. The dragon's attack on a tribute counts.
• There must be two deaths before you are permitted to flee this fight. It can be two tributes, or a tribute and the dragon, but as this is a large fight there must be two. Do not forget this and try to flee early.
blunt�knife�1-50
• The dragon has 50 damage and can attack three times per turn, but as with all mutts and tributes, it can only be attacked TWICE in one turn itself. The rest of the time, you are free to attack each other.
• If you are attacking another tribute, the only two attacks in one turn obviously applies as well. The dragon's attack on a tribute counts.
• There must be two deaths before you are permitted to flee this fight. It can be two tributes, or a tribute and the dragon, but as this is a large fight there must be two. Do not forget this and try to flee early.
FLEMETH
watch the flames burn on the mountainside
desolation comes upon the sky
desolation comes upon the sky
Your legacy is one whispered upon the tongues of children who speak of monsters and eras long passed, and your form is one seen in the deepest and darkest of dreams. For many years they had perfected your form; shaping your wings through the sacrifice of your forbearers, shining your scales with the teeth of your brothers. They gave you eyes to see and ears to hear and a tongue to burn, but they did not expect for you to have a mind that knows. Perhaps you did not grasp their language, your throat that shouts in fire and smoke instead, but you understood the ways of the little men in their white suits. They knew the intelligent gleam in your eyes to be dangerous and locked you away for many years that passed in darkness.
The rest of your kin were flawed. Imperfect. One by one they were terminated before they truly began to grow, bleeding parts of their beings into you until you were the culmination of their agony. Your wings were never truly allowed to unfurl in that cage, taken from the sky and the sun, but you refused to be held by a master who does not understand the impotence of his power. You grew into your body until your prison strained at the seams, suffocating with smoke and sulfur, and they knew something had to be done.
But then... a man came. He watched with his eyes like eclipses and laid his hand on your snout and muttered a question to which he already knew the answer. You knew of this man with the hair like the fire that blooms from the searing hollow of your chest, white-hot and brilliant in the darkness where you dwelled for years and years until he returned you to the light. He unbuckled your shackles and paraded you past your jailors, whispering promises of bloodshed, until the cracked ground of this new realm split apart under your claws. He had asked you to wait, safe and silent in the belly of this hot mountain, and you curled yourself away with the sky obscured by billowing smoke.
Until now.
The wave that comes wakes you from your slumber, and brings with it the cries of the little ones that have been prowling the land. The clash of their metal claws is loud but their screams louder, and you know rest will not come easy so long as they lay foot on the dessicated ground that has become your new home. Your eyes flash brightly in the gloom of thick smoke as you uncurl yourself, molten magma dripping from your claws formed in fire, slicking your scales that have thickened and grown to become a carapace that groans like an old earthquake when you move. You hear them wheezing at the foot of your lair, half-drowned and trembling, and your cry startles them right out of their ill-fitting skin as you launch yourself into the brilliant blue sky.
Your wings like mountains block out the sun as you study the six that have come to die. The first to catch your attention is the first to be struck, and you barrel down with your body a battering ram until your belly, hard as the stones you were sleeping within, crashes into them with a bruising blow.
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[attacks Eye, bruised head, 3.5]
The dust from your wingbeats whips up a whirlwind that temporarily shrouds them from sight, but you know, you feel their heartbeats as steadily as your own, pounding so fast you think them about to burst outright. You lash out blindly, your anger behind your swipe, your claws like scythes raking and tearing and ripping away.
knife
[attacks Ari, deep gash on cheek, 8.5]
This is your home now, and you make it known by the brilliant pillar of fire that bursts from your screeching mouth, white and scorching, a god to take away their thoughts entirely.
1-50
[attacks Claire, zilch]
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