Duel:Ekodas v Jesserios (DD)
Duel Info
- Judges: Keter, Jacklin, Isen (mid)
- Stakes: Death Duel
- Rd/time: 3rds / 10 min
- Location: Kelay Way
- Date: May 03, 2008
- Decision: Ekodas, unanimous
Jesserios is a vampire and seems to be a necromancer. Jesserios is wearing black runed-robe on his body, platinum crown on his head, rune-detailed spectacles on his face, diamond-tear earring on his left ear, diamond-tear earring on his right ear, obsidian necklace on his neck, everfull spell-component-pouch on his shoulders, black runed-sleeve on his left arm, black runed-sleeve on his right arm, black-leather-fingerless gloves on his hands, wristband-of-power on his left wrist, wristband-of-knowledge on his right wrist, rune detailed-leggings on his legs, and leather runed-boots on his feet. On one of his left fingers, you see shimmering-mythril wedding-band. On one of his right fingers, you see greater-ring-of protection. Jesserios is using blade-of-midnight as a weapon. Jesserios is using spirit field as a shield. Jesserios has blue eyes, pale skin, and black hair, and is married to Aryanna.
Ekodas vs Jesserios
Ekodas smiles at the Lyastri as he draws forth from the confines of his rugged and mouldy attire a whip. The Lord of UnderBridges snaps his wrist down, ‘cracks’ resound through the area, before he decides it is time to speak, “Well met, Lyastri. I look forward to dining on the blood of kings, for there is nothing sweeter in this world.” He offers a bow, as mocking and sarcastic as the smirk on his lips, before the small troll erupts into his frenzied movements. He charges two steps forwards, before leaping violently to the left. His right hand snakes outwards, then retracts. The tips of his braided whip seeking the face of his opponent... the observant would notice the small tendrils of green slime that fall from the tips of the weapon... a poison of some kind, probably.. He’s a troll! Fighting fair is for lesser races..
Jesserios Lyastri stands stalwart in the middle of the deserted city street, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his pale and dried lips. As the preferred weapon of choice of his opponent is drawn forth, the Master of the Obsidian Tower goes to summoning his most dangerous weapon. His eyes close as the troll rushes forth, the mystical language of magic drowning out the heavy footfalls of his opponent. Just as the crack of the leather whip is heard, a azure cloud of unholy energy appears before the King of Larket. The whip finds its mark. A wicked slash marking the handsome features of the Lyastri heir. From under his cowl a low growl can be heard, and from within the cloud comes forth the Scythe of Xaneroth. The forsaken blade moans as it come sinto existence, and without hesitation Jesserios lunges the serrated blade towards the trolls midsection, hoping to cleave the damn beast in two.
Ekodas seems exultant as his poisoned weapon strikes the flesh of his opponent, for that poison would very quickly erode the man's flesh and bones, within minutes he would be damned by a leprosy that has only one cure... and sadly that cure is death.. But the exultant and triumphant look in his eyes vanishes as his opponent brings forth his mighty scythe and slashes it at his midsection. Having the presence of mind, forged from an age of bridge loitering, the warrior ducks down low, his thin hair the only thing sliced in half by the wicked weapon. A few more steps are taken by the warrior, before he spins and begins to speak words in the ancient, guttural and vowel heavy language of the trolls. The effects of these words is not that impressive, for magic was never that well known amongst the bridge dwellers, but still, it does have some effect. Twin orbs of red light materialize between the Lord of UnderBridges and the King of Larket. Again the man snaps his wrist, sending the tip of his poisoned weapon at the sister spheres of scarlet energy. Upon striking them the two orbs seem to implode, vanishing from this hollow world. Another word is spoken as the troll glances at his opponent, before the two orbs being to re-materialize. This time, though, they are trying to come to life within the eye-sockets of the Lyastri Heir. A burning agony that would not only blind, but also cause crippling pain that would drop all but the strongest of warriors..
Jesserios lets out an enraged snarl as his strike missed it mark, and damns the troll’s quick reflexes. And it is by using the momentum of the heavy blade itself that the necromancer is able to dodge a potential counter attack. But to his surprise nothing comes, in fact it seems the troll has gone mad! Waving its arms around and hooting and blowing bubbles, Jesserios almost finds pity for the beast. But soon his small delay would cost him dearly, for when the beast’s magic strs to take effect, the vampire is dropped to one knee. Pain unlike anything he has felt before racks his mind, and his eyes feel like they would melt from his very skull, were it not for the divine amulet he wore about his neck. The blessed amulet of Coreliant himself saves the Lyastri from the trolls strange magic, and gives him a small opening to launch his scythe with surpsising strength and accuracy at Ekodas, the blade tumbling end over end towards the troll. But Jesserios find himself now facing another threat, as the damming effects of the strange poison start to take effect. His vision blurs, and his strength fades. This fight needs to end quickly, and Jeserios goes to casting what may be his finale spell…
Ekodas lets his eyes widen in surprise as the man hurls his most powerful weapon at the warrior troll. For a moment he hesitates; unsure whether to move or to catch the weapon... this hesitation is what costs him most dearly... The Scythe severs into the trolls shoulder, before tearing its way out of the back as it continues its flight away from the fighting pair. Green blood erupts from the wound, precious vitae staining not only the road but a few foolish observers who were close enough to the battle to be drenched. The troll can only curse his dark gods for his bad fortune, before he sends his pain-filled eyes around, searching for the sweet protective embrace that only a bridge can offer. He wishes very much that he had stayed in his house, using his time to harass billy goats and young princesses, not coming here seeking a feast of Lyastri flesh. Still, though, this is no time for regrets. He shakes his head; his wonderful past rattled from his mind, and once again focuses on the task at hand. Having used all his magic in the two spheres and knowing that his weapon isn’t that useful, Ekodas can only panic. He bends down and picks up a small piece of dirt with his good arm. Without hesitation he hurls it at the eyes of the Lyastri Heir before leaping after him. His weapon dropped, his claws extended – teeth ready to taste flesh sweeter than the sweetest wine as he attacks in a frenzy of various limbs; seeking to make the man dinner rather than opposition. Disgusting vitae soon coating both warriors as the wounds tear themselves worse and worse, the pain must be great but he’s a troll.. he eats pain for breakfast, panic for lunch and hopefully Lyastri for supper..
Jesserios Lyastri, Master of the Obsidian Tower and King of Larket watches as his life flashes before his eyes. Battles from ages past, and duels with many of the lands greatest warriors all replay in his mind over and over again before the sight of a wounded troll, the beast lunging like a rabid dog only makes the necromancer laugh. His life was to end at the hands of a dim-witted bridge dweller? It was funny, if one was to think about it, but none the less he would go out with a bit of style at least. The exotic poison continues to run its course, the entire left side of his face now rotting and being eaten away. And the constant battle between the spell cast by the troll, and the divine protection od Coreliant’s amulet make it hard to concentrait on the spell. It is just as Ekodas reaches his form that the last word of the spell escapes the Lyastri heir’s lips. The trolls massive canines penetrait the soft flesh of the vampire, just as the blast of the negetive energy erupts from the death mage’s form. Flames hotter than the fires of hell erupt forth towards the troll in hopes of devouring his form. All this being done just as Jesserios loses conscience.
Ekodas lets out another exultant moan as his teeth taste the flesh... oh such sweet flesh that only kings can have... before he feels something come from the depths of the vampire’s warrioric soul. A surprised, ‘uh oh..” is heard, muddled by the corrupted skin that lays between his teeth, before a scream of pure agony resounds. The pain is almost indescribable as burning energy rapes the flesh of the Lord of UnderBridges. He feels his own disgusting skin peeling back from the extremes of the heat. One arm, useless by the wound, is left at his side. The other comes to his face in a pathetic attempt to stop the flames from lavishing their sadistic attention upon his precious features... Yes, he’s a troll.. But damnit! He thinks he’s a good looking troll. Do not judge him for it!! As the flames eventually pass, you see a much changed Ekodas. He is no longer clothed in rugged and mouldy clothes. He stands naked, his flesh smoking, no hair left on his body. His entire flesh a wicked tapestry of vicious and horrendous burns; yet he stands, still. His eyes locked on the king.. Oh how he wanted to eat the man who had so hurt him, but he needed time to collect himself, so eyes shut and he simply stands there... waiting...
Autohit kill post
Ekodas finally manages to open his eyes and stare again at the unconscious form of the Lyastri Heir. A smile forms on his lips, burned and charred by the vampire’s desperate last attack... Though the troll hardly cares, he does eat pain for breakfast so he can handle this agony for now. Slowly the troll makes it way to the man, before he lets out yet another yelp of pleasure, “Yay! Time for Ekodas to eat! Time for dinner!” The troll launches at Jesserios, his teeth soon sinking into the poisoned flesh of the man. You notice it is almost with a sadistic intent the troll eats from feet upwards. He devours the legs and arms of the vampire, then slowly, so slowly, he begins to eat the man’s head. Strangely he doesn’t bother eating the warrior’s midsection, though he does take the time to steal both the amulet and all the man’s gold. Standing eventually, his face covered in his former opponent’s blood, the troll stalks to the Scythe and picks it up. He feels the sentient weapon’s malevolence. But he doesn’t care. He holds it like a lover torn from its partner, and simply spins on his heel and stalks eastward, searching for a bridge where he can rest and lick his many wounds...