(( Well, it's still a drake. It's like a devolved dragon in a sense. Still has a breath weapon, which isn't nearly as powerful. Can still fly around. Still has strong skin, but doesn't have Damage Resist overcome by magic weapons etc. It's physically weaker. It's smaller. It has less things to hit you with, etc. It's certainly a challenge, but I feel that if Caerys started working more tactically, she'd gain a bigger edge. Jumping through the air to attack something that can fly better than she can isn't a good idea. >_< ))
(( On the note about DnD characters, RP tends to follow more realistic things. If you suffer a debilitating injury, you'll get tired out, your performance will suffer, etc. If you take a fall like that, and somehow negate the damage from the fall, you still have the damage from the critter crushing your squishy body underfoot. It isn't like League where your damage is the same at 1 or 100% HP. Injuries stick and make it harder to function. It's just another aspect of things one needs to learn and accept to improve. So, no worries. =3 ))
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 2, 2013 2:10:38 GMT -5
((Sorry to butt in here but if that was the case then shouldn't she be incapacitated by now due to the fact that enough injury would make it impossible to fight, therefor leaving the creature to stomp all over you.))
(( Depends on the severity of the injuries. Since he hasn't actually mentioned Caerys taking a bunch of damage, and it hasn't seemed to effect her performance at all, the drake has been acting differently than it would have otherwise. Besides, it's always cooler for the hero to get whooped on for a while before they find a cool way to overcome the challenge in front of them. Caerys just hasn't appeared to take any real damage, and hasn't really had to "overcome" anything yet. ))
(( In-character, they've made no real mention of her suffering through any debilitating damage. So, I have to assume that she has somehow taken little damage. I'm sure something will change in their next post, though. ))
The pain of Caerys’s injuries slowly began to catch up, and she could feel her body become unbearably sore as the cumulative injuries began to accrue. Still, she knew that what she had suffered should have killed her... She wondered. For now, she was critically injured- she hadn’t taken a beating this bad since coming to Noxus. Blood trickled down her mouth, indicative of internal injury, and her vision spun- she barely knew up from down, and it took the entire belt’s enchantment to maintain her equilibrium and focus.
Sylvia looked at the battle with disdain. Her investment was going down the drain. She loathed dealing with the Arena sometimes- the backdoor rigging of fights, or the underestimation of an opponent, or her fighter’s own forgetfulness of their training. The matron had been forced to use an ace up her sleeve, and intervened on Caerys’s behalf- while death was particularly common in the arena, few people know the safety nets in place. The matron activated one such net, a button which activated a spell of cure critical wounds stored within Caerys’s arena suit just in case, just as Caerys had been crushed by the dragon for her folly. Her bone and muscles were kept together, absent the knowledge of the masses- though a few in the know knew that all gladiator owners did this every now and then. She had saved it for Vermilion at the cost of her house champion. Sylvia hoped that girl knew what she was doing.
Back to the battle- Caerys may have received that heal, but it only barely cancelled out the crushing damage, leaving her in a state of critical injury. She lacked the strength to hang on, and let go off the flail. She shielded herself with her arms, and rather than take the brunt of the damage, twisted to avoid the claws, but could not evade the tail. She braced herself and rode the momentum of the tail swing, at the mere cost of her right arm broken.
She landed on the lower arena bleachers, tumbling mid air and letting the belt protect her from falling damage. Regardless, the momentum caused her to break through the wooden seating of plebeians, an unfortunate few crushed by the impact- it was of no concern to arena authorities. Now the crowd getting far more entertainment value that it bargained for- even as the gladatrix was among them most still cheered on, while the ones closest to the action began to flee into the vomitoriums.
“This is the greatest show ever... if we weren’t about to get killed!” A Noxian man said to his friend, who nodded in agreement. They were literally three from from Caerys, witness to the female’s sculpted figure up close, the skinsuit's exposed side to them.
“Well I want to live man! Let’s get out of here!” They two flee, but not before wishing the Bride good fortune.
Considering that she was out of bounds, Caerys climbed onto the concrete barrier to avoid technical disqualification. It was then she spotted Sylvia a dozen yards away. The matron propped up a two-headed short glaive, an Impaler- unto the barrier. The noblewoman left. Most people in the arena know that weapons were the only ‘official’ way of helping the gladiators. Caerys waited for the dragon to pursue.
Meanwhile she looked about for something- anything to use. Her sword was lodged uselessly in the dragon’s thick hide...
The barriers featured many a flying buttress with spiky ornaments of iron and brass, and Caerys enticed the dragon to pursue it, perhaps to make it crash into the buttresses, or trap it between the wall and the external column. After all, it still had her enchanted long flail about its neck.
((tbh the only real issue I have atm is the breath weapon spam...))
As Caerys perched on the barrier, she would find that the drake had its own limits placed upon it. It very much wanted to dive after the woman in the stands, but the chain around its leg prevented it from doing so. Enraged by its binding, the drake spun around, a wave of sand and gravel being knocked through the air to pelt Caerys, and a few unlucky patrons, by its tail, as the beast's jaws clamped down upon the chain binding it.
It's acidic saliva would begin to corrode the metal as the drake thrashed in vicious spasms of anger. For the moment, it seemed, Caerys had some time to think and plan...
Caerys slid down the twenty foot high barrier to return to the arena. The crowd was getting restless after all, and promptly began cheering once the gladiatrix returned to the fight. Caerys thought deeply on how to fight this creature on her own- direct confrontation was going to fail, especially with a broken arm, but then again she realized that anything goes in the Arena as long as one did not leave it.
She looked down at the battle ground and saw the devastation of the acid blasts- and the opportunities. She saw one of the trap doors to the support areas below, the acid having burned away at the clamps. With her glaive's blade she manages to break it open with ease. Arena operators quickly flee, knowing just how involved the arena itself was becoming- and the gladiatrix knew how to use the arena as a weapon.
"Hey! Ugly! Time for round two!" She called out, holding out her glaive in challenge, ready to fall into the dungeons below, hoping to catch the creature in the narrow hatch...
Caerys' taunt worked. Enraged, the drake turned and charged toward her, roaring its challenge and hissing, the weakened chain smoking behind it as it closed the distance, and made ready to strike with a powerful bite.
Caerys timed with the dragon's attack- too soon and it might figure out what she was up to, and too late, well...
She stepped back and dropped down the heavy trap door, which swung both ways. It was awkward to do, but she thrust upward with the impaler as she fell- the two headed glaive magically enchanted to a incredible sharpness and penetrating power. Since the hatch was large enough to bring up beasts, but not enough for the drake itself, her gambit counted on the heavy door opening downward to trap the dragon, getting snagged as it tried to get up.
The ploy worked like a charm. The drake hadn't expected the floor to...not be a floor. It was an alien concept to the beast, and it was completely caught by surprise as its target dropped out of view, and it attempted to halt its forward momentum, which caused it to halt just over the hole in the floor, just as the spear shot upward through the opening...
The sound of a puncture wound tore through the air as easily as the blade tore through the less durable underbelly of the drake, and into its beating heart. Blood gushed from the wound, drenching the weapon, and Caerys, in a deluge of the drake's life-giving fluid. The beast roared and reared back, the spear still embedded in the beast's chest.
With a final thrashing of its body, the beast fell back, collapsing in a heap on its back and side, the woman's spear sticking proudly from its chest. There was absolutely no question who deserved the victory here. Caerys, Vermilion, the Bride, had taken the victory in a single, massively decisive blow. That alone spoke of her ability.
The crowd was silent a moment, amazed at what they had just seen, but then, it rose. A slow sound that grew higher and louder, like thunder. Applause, cheering, and whoops of the woman's title echoed through the arena. Where others had fallen, a new champion had risen this day, indisputable, and they all had witnessed her rise...
Last Edit: Mar 3, 2013 2:41:02 GMT -5 by The Exile
Caerys couldn’t hear the sound of the crowds, but could feel the thunderous applause through the underground network. She gasped out in surprise and disgust as she was anointed in drake’s blood; she did not know why, but in that instant she could recall the more vicious blood rites of her people, the old dervishes, who bathed in the blood of their enemies... a rite discontinued for certain reasons.
But more importantly, her attention went to her mangled arm, and the injuries she had accumulated. She was unable to move as the pain finally registered, but such a figure of great awe would not be left alone.
Noxian arena workers slowly rolled the drake’s body aside, and helped the girl to her feet. Supported by the Noxian, Caerys rose through the hatch and returned to the arena, to witness the multitudes that cheered her Bride name.
In that moment she knew what it felt to be Red- a champion who took their place through opportunity and cunning as much as battle prowess. She was unable to speak, barely able to see, and her arm was mangled; she took her bows, and was promptly hauled away by medics.
Sylvia watched from her new seat on the upper bleachers, and smiled as well. She wasted no time to immediately go and attend to Vermilion’s needs.
Meanwhile...
Far and away, among the Vardos Zarovia, the eyes of the Scarlet Queen’s statue glowed a slightest dim red. As the troupe was on the move, the statue was locked up inside a shrine-carriage. A sacrifice of blood had been offered, and unseen powers took notice of it. Today, a Blood Reaver was born...
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 3, 2013 21:27:56 GMT -5
Vergil stood up as he made his way out of the crowds to the closest exit and made his way over to where the gladiator will be tended too. He stood their silent among the others who had decided to waste time with getting their hands on a autograph of some sort. He was impressed by the show and right now what he needed was better warriors as opposed to simple soldiers who just want to leave the military.
From the outside, the Noxian arena appeared like an ancient structure, one of imposing character and grim ambiance. But, deeper in the arena's bowels the facilities were updated with imported Hextech- gladiators may have died, but they did not die easily without surpassing their worth.
Hence, the injured drake slayer was carried by stretcher to the medical center in the arena, as were the other barely surviving gladiators. Against all odds, Red too still breathed, though now nothing more than a lump of half-digested meat. Who knows what cruelty fate had in store for the fallen champion.
The crowds were held at bay by arena guards as Vermilion arrived, hauled into the treatment area and tended to by Zaunite and Noxian physicians. She was in no condition to speak or entertain anyone, but Sylvia assured them all that the Drake Slayer would be walking the streets of Noxus again very soon.
Sylvia was more keen to entertain the many nobles and other mercenary companies that wished to have Caerys appear at their functions. It seemed any who wanted to conduct business with the Bride would be speaking to this older noble woman.
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