Duel:Mesdoram v Leralynn, Match 8 of the 2022 Vailkrin Tournament
Duelists: Mesdoram vs Leralynn
Duel: Traditional 3 rounds with final defense, 20 minute posting limit. Stakes: Auto-hit to the winner Judges: Quintessa, Kanna, Loravelle
Dark Arena
The arena is filled with various corpses, both dead and undead alike. Several zombies seem to be carrying the corpses out of the arena, returning them to the masters they served. Many bodies here look disfigured and ill, clearly abominations constructed by necromancers to serve in the gladiator-like battles held here in the arena. Several of the other bodies though are completely normal, those of which were likely living participants that did not succeed in winning their matches. A battle must have recently gone on here, as the crowds of people step out of the entrance of the area. To the south is the way out, while to the north is a path leading to the back of the arena, and the castle beyond that.
Pre-duel Banter and Introduction
Quintessa is here to host the event tonight, currently seated next to Kanna in the newly repaired commentary box. As people get seated, the Countess rises to begin the opening ceremony, a hand placed upon the podium to project her voice. “Boys, Girls, Enbies, I hope we’re all having a good day because it’s time for something amazing… It is the Vailkrin Blood Bowl! I’m Quintessa Blackwell and I am proud to bring to you the forth and final match of round two. As always we’ve got a special surprise in store for you today… Kanna, please present our contenders for this evening.”
Kanna rises as she fixes her hair, pointedly ignoring the low growl of the other participant of the commentary box and Quintessa's hushed chastizing of, "You said you didn't want to be an announcer, why are you pissed off now?" The necrobardess smooths down her orange butterfly and bloody dagger printed kimono as she makes her way to the speaking runes. "Welcome to the anticipated final match of the second round! Enjoy tonight's environmental, because it only gets more dangerous from here! on this end of the arena, it's the Prodigy from Perdere, the Orange Demon of Vailkrin, put your hands together for LERALYNN!"
Shishi || Leralynn arrives with two skeletons of humanoid shape, but with Spider-Like appendages, long and spindly, pointed at the ends, each sporting two skulls facing 45 degrees to the left and right, both with a pair of dimly lit candles in each cranium, burning like orange eyes. She's in her standard black skirt with dark pants underneath and has her telescoping shovel slung over here back, ready for the fight…
Magik golf claps for Leralynn, "Yeah alright."
Meri mutters something about Khitt having to beat the orc and double standards.
Kanna waits for Mesdoram to look her way so she can send a wink and a set of puckered lips his way. She actually hasn't met Mesdoram personally, but the visceral reaction from the audience members who see Kanna do this that want him dead is comedy gold makes her necromantic heart swell with joy. That, and putting on the flirty act helps ease the heart attack she almost suffered just now. "And on this end of the arena, weighing in at 10 stones, it's the Abominable Antagonist of Lithrydel, the Master of Provocation and Plays, let me hear you cheer and jeer for MESDORAM!"
Loravelle may look a little bit ridiculous with a jacket several sizes too large swallowing her frame, but gods is she warm. She rolls up the sleeves just enough so her hands are accessible to hold, and one holds tight to Leo's hand while she takes the lead to find them a place to sit. Not too far back that she couldn't see anything with her poorer human vision, but hopefully a safe enough distance away from the fighting area that if any spiders make an appearance the wolf and mouse can bolt. Once she and Leo are settled, Lora fusses with the hood of the jacket so her head is still covered, but not so much that her sight is obscured. Predictably, she reaches into one of her pockets for one of her flasks, opening it first to take a sniff and make sure it's alcohol and not her medication before handing it over to Leo. She may be feeling better, but she's gonna force down bitter potions just in case that illness decides to return.
Mesdoram , having spent the night resting for his much anticipated, is already at his ready position with his back turn away from the southern entrance. The drow wears the most casual battle attire to date in any of his duels: wearing nothing for armor, the shirtless man exposes his ebony, severely-scarred skin vulnerable to any strikes and elemental condition designated for the battle; secured around his tattered garnet pants and wrapped around his battle belt is his signature elemental twin dirks bestowed to him from Princess Thea; and currently in his right hand a descriptive written letter describing his opponent’s battle tactics and tendencies, and in his left hand a spherical object he is currently concealing from Leralynn and the enthusiastic spectators. Upon hearing that his citrusy foe has entered the arena, a wry and smug grin adorns very vulnerable drow and twists his bootless feet dramatically to turn his body towards Leralynn: he immediately starts reading from his fact sheet. “Fun fact about oranges, their pulp and human pulp have the same consistency, making smoothies both fibrous and nutri… -“ Mesdoram looks perplexed as he stares where ‘Leralynn’ is standing – a small child geared up to fight in place of a large piece of fruit? The drow stares at his transcription with several more interesting statistics about oranges, looks at his left hand where he holds an orange, and right back at ‘Leralynn.’ (he repeats peering at all three components with comical speed) His darken skin can be seen turning a visible red in the face as he begins cursing to the commentators Kanna and Quintessa. “What the hell is this?! I was scheduled to fight an Orange!” Mesdoram hurls his orange towards the organizers of this tourney with great fury… disgustedly looking back at Leralynn – not her fault the schedule’s got mixed up.
Quintessa || Saorsa joins them to serve as referee from her own, protected booth in the stands, her hand placed upon her podium. “For tonight we have been asked to default to standard rules (20 min post limit, autohit awarded to winner) with Mesdoram attacking first. Mesdoram, if you understand and agree to these stipulations please say ‘Ready,’ and the environmental hazard shall be introduced.”
Mesdoram said, "Ready and understood!"
Environmental Challenge
Kanna || There is a rumble of discontent and fear as the time comes for the environmental challenge. What will it be? A rain of fire? Fighting your opponent while fighting off the undead? A torrent of even more spiders? The ground of the arena starts to swell beneath the duelists feet, creating a trampoline-like landscape. There will be no heavy steps on this battlefield, instead, there will be light-footed action. "Gravitas!" A chorus of mages calls out, seated below the judges stand. With the entire arena enchanted by a powerful area of effect semi-nature spell, soon both contestants will find themselves as light as air, traversing a ground eager to bounce them back up into the skies. Of course, it wouldn't be an environmental hazard without an actual hazard. "Release the sky koi!" Someone shouts just off-screen. Gates open, and out fly dozens of beautiful sky serpents, patterned in calico hues of navy blue, powder blue, and white. Each of them are nearly as tall as a human from snout to tail. As a stray bird flies overhead, one of the serpentine creatures shoots up faster than a cat's claw, chomping into the bird with freshly revealed rows of razor-sharp needle teeth. Hovering just outside of the arena's spell area, the sky koi circle the top layer of the arena, waiting to see who will be launched into their hungry maws first.
Loravelle knew Leo wasn't blind, but she can't help her awestruck grab at his upper arm with one hand while the other points skyward. They're...gorgeous. At least until they open their mouths. “Look at those...”
Arlyeon begins doodling a shirt design. Mostly, it's a stagecoach for Oranges for wheels driving over Mes, a manic looking child at the carriages head. On a second page there's red lettering, that simply states, 'What the Hell is this?'. It's art, is what it is. Now she just needs to find her partner in crime, so she can get this cheaply made on the double.
The Duel
00:10:52 Mesdoram dawns an annoyed which swiftly turns into anger with every passing second: weeks of preparation and punny one-liners for his legendary battle with a super orange to the death will never happen… yet. That bucket-list dream flees his mind though as Mesdoram begins to feel absolutely weightless now; an impressive bit of magik preformed by these volunteer mages as the drow already is fighting practically naked (thank goodness he chose not to go commando now). Mesdoram begins playfully bouncing on his toes to see the limit of this feathery spell; much to his delight is practically jumping an additional 5 feet more than his normal vertical. Rejuvenated with newfound confidence, the man grins excitedly before performing his strongest jump yet and propels himself forward towards Leralynn’s trajectory. It would appear that the drow has elected not to pull out one his daggers yet for the time being, seeing as he can no longer use his ‘slice to meet you Orange’ pun. Alas, forgetting the actual hazard of this contest, Mesdoram peers up to see one of the mighty sky serpent of brilliant blue skydive with mouth agate ready to take a chomp out of the armorless drow body. On the surface, Mes looks cool and calm ready to drop bombs on this bird abomination; however, below the surface, let’s just say it’s great he is wearing his brown pants. Able to his natural agile, Mesdoram maneuvers his body and contorts just enough to evade a fatal venomous bite so early in this match; however; the extra momentum from avian snake bumps body slams Mesdoram and turns his 140lb frame into a homing missile heading straight to Leralynn. Twirling and spinning like a top, should the Leralynn not react quick enough, will cause devastating damage to her body… or turn Mesdoram into a pinball machine.
Leoxander settled into a seat beside Lora and in exchange for the flask handed his way, the thief stole a quick kiss to her temple, whether the brief display of affection embarrassed her or not. There was a pause before the drink as his eyes narrowed in a look like he smelled something foul, eyes on the two skeletons escorting the teenager into the arena. Blue eyes studied blue serpents as Loravelle caught his arm, the other raising for a pull from that flask, but naturally his wary look kept returning to the spider-like creations he’d been introduced to earlier, first hand. “I’d take those over flyin’ spiders, anyday.”
Mathollak speaks casually to the mages responsible for this environmental hazard to see if they can do a birthday party in gualon.
Leoxander glanced in the direction of the Meri-Magik pair and should either of them notice his look, his half bearded jaw raised in a wordless greeting.
Loravelle comes dangerously close to teasingly requesting that she wanted one of those flying creatures, but wasn't ready for the pirate's glower even if it'd be a joke. Lora preferred her feet firmly planted on the ground if she could help it. Unless you counted horseback or piggyback. Instead she quietly nods, takes a pull from her flask of bitter potion.
Meri catches Leo's look and greeting, her response is to mimic his casual acknowledgement with a chill nod of her own.
Magik blinks at Meri then follows her eyes to Leo. There's been enough nods so he offers the man a wave but in the form of Magik just opening and closing his hand. He then turns that hand into a huge thumbs down as he stares daggers at Mesdoram. Attacking his family yet again. This dude.
00:24:29 Shishi || Leralynn puffs out her cheeks and asks essentially nobody, or perhaps the crowd, "He knows I'm not actually an orange, right?" The Orange Witch takes a step back as Mesodoram ascends and descends, replaced in her space by one of the skeletal constructs with candles for eyes. The spinning drow is met with a pair of pointed, monstrous appendages that intercept his descent and grind against his attack before halting him near the center of the bouncy arena and allowing time for the young daughter of the Demon to launch her counterattack. Leralynn's oceanic blue eyes seem to glaze over as she clasps her hands together and begins a short prayer to Vakmatharas. At the conclusion of this unholy beseechment, the skyward koi will feel a sudden tug Lithrydel-ward as their skeletons are compelled to move terrestrially and the airborne fish are pulled downward towards Mesodoram, their mouths opening wide as they each are forced by the little blonde necromancer to attempt to inhale the drow offending their temporary half-elven master. While the one skeletal defender is engaged with Mesodoram, the second begins to mechanically march its way around the outskirts of the battlefield, bouncing at a mediocre height as it moves, trying to obtain a flanking position on the drow as covertly as possible while dealing with the odd adjustments to gravity…
00:44:37 Mesdoram ’s equilibrium wavers side to side with his cranium liquid squishing and sloshing around his inner ear; with his drill attack being rendered completely ineffective, the drow can stare up while regaining his drunken-like footing to hopefully regain his footing soon. As his silvery eyes glare up at the flock of carps cascading downwards to make him the next man swallowed by fish, his panicked instincts cause him to produce both elemental dirks in each hand to making mince meat of these fish stick delicacies. Slashing wildly and sloppily, he is successfully able to redirects and slices up the school away from his frame, but at a cost; for with every bombardment deflected, Mesdoram’s footing starts becoming that of a bouncing ball and starts creating more problems than solutions; with that, after the 10th koi’s onslaught, Mesdoram’s form to recoil up and down like a paddle-board toy. This unintended consequence from Leralynn’s magically culling causes Mesdoram to collide hard with her first skeletal defender and cushions his fall and strangely stops his energy completely as the bones collapse under the drow’s mighty girth. Blades in hand, staring furiously at Orange, Mesdoram begins. “Now look here, you little sh-“ Mesdoram’s blinding rage has blinded him to the flanking attack Leralynn had produced earlier. The second wave of approaching slowly, the drow takes a powerful bounce backwards away from the skeleton warrior and theatrically slashes the air with both dirks in a 45 degree crisscross motion. Sadly for an unfortunate sky serpent, it’s head has hacked cleanly through it’s neck and a big basilisk head with giant fangs bowling itself towards the last remaining boney warrior… and to a still standing Leralynn. With his amazing backflip allowing him to create farther distant from immediate danger, all the drow can hope before he lands is “I hope I bowled a strike…”
Leoxander took the time to retrieve and light a hemp rolled cigarette between his lips with a strike of match head against his thumbnail, flask set down on the bench space beside him in order to cup a hand around it as a barrier against any wind. His eyes shifted back and forth between Mesdoram and Leralynn until the space between them was closed, watching the necromancer carefully in that moment risked to manipulate the sky serpents. At least, that was what the lycan took from it when they all started to shift in unison toward the girl’s opponent, though he hadn’t enough knowledge in that cryptic art to know the ‘how’. His murmur to Loravelle was quiet enough, but there might be sharp ears in the stands to catch a few words of it. “They really should put a bloody age limit on these things.” Despite being bested on his round with Orange, the pirate… well, he didn’t want to risk losing crew. That’s what he’d tell himself as to shield his poor reputation that seemed to be crumbling more and more with every event he attended. Mesdoram he had no ties with, only knowing the pale drow to use that weapon that was his mouth far more than any steel or magic. He wasn’t disappointing Leo’s expectations in either regard, that day.
Loravelle was of a similar mind to Leo, but for a much different reason. She's wary of children being put in harm's way, by choice or not. Granted, this kid worked with magic and was likely stronger than herself (but who wasn't, really), which made her skin crawl. “I agree...” Her voice is just as hushed as Leo's, if not softer. But then that nagging part of her mind that liked to fret over the worst possible thing has her wondering, “D'you think her father put her up to it?” Hopefully not. Despite being a vampire, he seemed like a...nice father? She's torn on that. It's difficult to process being afraid of the person that essentially freed you from slavery.
00:59:56 Shishi || Leralynn curses aloud as the head of one of the flying koi is dismembered and sent flying directly towards her. The two skeletal constructs are meant to defend her, but this cranial attack is something she has to deal with on her own. She whips out her telescoping shovel in one smooth motion and is immediately devoured by the decapitated koi despite the very determined look in the little witch's eye. She is swallowed whole, however, with one swift, magically imbued strike with her improvised weapon, the blonde half elf cuts through the somewhat thin membrane that separated the head from the stomach of the slain beast, and bursts through the neck hole, covered in fishy blood as she proceeds to unleash a barrage of flame from her free hand, created by snaps of the young necromancer's fingers, that shoot out in the form of three burning bolts towards the drow. While the girl is somewhat safely on the other side of the head of the deceased sky koi, her one skeletal summon is not so lucky, instead it is trapped inside the deceased maw of the once beautiful beast…
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Leoxander took a drag from his cigarette, holding it in his lungs a moment as he thought over Loravelle’s question and slightly shook his head, exhaling most of the smoke though the last bit came with his reply. “Not likely. She’s headstrong. Imagine he couldn’t have really stopped her if he wan-.” Gaze remained on the witch as she was abruptly swallowed up, a bit of a pause catching the rogue until he saw her cut herself free, covered in serpent gunk. “-wanted to…” He finished the sentence quietly, eyes following the trail of fire toward the target to see how her opponent would react.
01:20:00 Mesdoram finishes his acrobatics and lands softly on the terrain, say for a few miniature trampoline bounces here and there. The drow lands in time to witness the genius and inventive attack completely engulf Leralynn and begins to boast immediately to his adoring fans. “And remember kids! Always get your daily recommended amount of vitamin D! Stay a-‘head’ of the game, and –“ The drow gets so lost in his many clever puns that he breaks one of the first rules of combat: only turn your back to a corpse. With is bare back facing Leralynn like a big target, the first fiery bolt strikes Mesdoram cleanly – fiery embers disperse creating a beautiful mosaic of orange and red much like a firework show. The intense pain immediately scorches his exposed flesh and pushes him closer to edge of the arena. Realizing his mistakes, the irate drow turns around to counterattack: BANG!! The second fireball explodes just in front of Mesdoram’s elemental dirks – their enchantment by Princess Thea grants the user to absorb most magical assaults, but not everything. His elemental dirks begin to burn a brilliant blue: they have done their jobs. Finally having enough playing nice with a child, Mesdoram’s back now pushed up against wall of the Vailkrin arena with a third and final bolt coming to end Mesdoram’s participation in the Blood bowl. Studying carefully and keenly, Mesdoram places his right heel onto the arena wall and violently slams his blades backwards on the brick. Like being shot out of a cannon and using the manipulated gravity, Mesdoram powerfully propels himself violent in the direction of Leralynn (the sheer decibel level from the drow’s attack is deafening inside the arena… hopefully the barrier protecting the spectators quells enough of the sound.) This maneuver by the drow cause such a violent gale that all the koi and sea serpents are sucked into this vortex-like attack and trail perilously behind the irate man. Mesdoram piles through the 3rd and final fire ball and suffers more intense burns on his already heavily scarred body; with the burns searing deep in his flesh and his counterattack fully unleashed, nothing is held back in this man’s attack. With enough skill and a little bit of luck, Mesdoram will have cleaved Leralynn’s head off and be 2 for 2 in decapitations today; but even if he were to miss, there’s still massive zoo coming to pummel both Leralynn and Mesdoram to dust against the arena’s western wall.
01:38:27 Shishi || Leralynn doesn't take much time to rejoice in the effectiveness of her amateureque firebolt attacks and almost immediately her oceanic blue eyes widen as Mesodoram launches himself her way. She flings her enchanted shovel into the gritty ground of the arena, spade first and claps her hands together to engage in another prayer to the God of Death. This one seeks to imbue both of her dual headed skeletal guardians with intense speed in order to intercept the oncoming drow. The non-devoured skeleton's eye sockets, all four of them begin to burn a brilliant orange as all of the girl's remaining magical power is poured into it and the spindly creation moves at neigh impossible velocity to just get a single sipidery limb in the way of Mesodoram, deflecting his dirks just enough so that they slice severely through the Orange Witch's left bicep, causing her to cry out. In that same act of prayer, the girl summons a dark portal just behind her, the necromantic use of The Black Tides learned from observing Quintessa and Khitti alike, that the half-elf's father is so opposed to, allows her to slip out of the way of the incoming onslaught of fish and serpent, and leaving that barrage to converge on only the drow that brought it along with him. The other end of the dark portal opens near the center of the arena, with Leralynn landing unceremoniously on her back and bouncing several feet in the air multiple times until she is able to contort her body into a position where she can land on her feet and watch the carnage that is sure to come in Mesodoram's backdraft…
Kanna mutters, "Don't." When she hears the telltale grumble of "Black Tides" from somewhere behind her.
Shishi said to Kanna, "It ain't right."
Leoxander leaned forward to stub out the last bit of herb on the ground, eyes lifting back through his unkempt hair during the process before he uprighted and helped himself to another drink of whiskey from his flask. Securing the lid, he reached back to tuck it between his spine and the waistline of dark, distressed denim pants and idly rubbed at some tension at the crook of his neck and shoulder with the hand not branded and covered in fingerless black wraps. While it entirely the same as her father’s portal tricks, Leo was familiar enough with the concept and scanned the arena to see where Leralynn might pop out back into view, a little more on edge since he caught the sound of the girl’s scream and the intent in Mesdoram’s attack.
01:53:44 Mesdoram ’s blade makes contact with Leralynn’s bicep, with the added effect of the drow’s propulsion spell, causes some recoil damage that severely sprains Mes’ right wrist – which would not be the only self-inflicted damage his kamikaze attack will cause. Dropping his weapon almost at the point of contact, Mesdoram whizzes by Leralynn’s initial portal and subsequently passes the child on his way to the eastern wall. Realizing he had no real Plan B for this attack, Mesdoram braces for impact and collides heavily with arena’s structure; with the manipulation of gravity, half of his energy is cut in half and bounces off pretty harmless back towards… back towards the human sized serpents and sky koi’s still travelling at incredible velocities. Begrudgingly accepting his fate, the drow holds old his remaining dirk with his left hand and turns himself into a pin-missile that will hopefully piece through the bellies of his self-created sharknardo like natural disaster. Mesdoram does well to avoid the giant serpents’ mouths, but it is the smaller fish that pelt him like hail cause darken bruises to manifest on his burned skin. Every barrage slows him down, the guts spew out onto the bouncy terrain, and a completely momentum-less Mesdoram now landing haphazardly near the centermost point of the arena. As the last bit of the animals completely splatter on the eastern wall, Mesdoram gets up to his feet and glares at Leralynn – “This is no ordinary Orange…” Mesdoram thinks to himself as he wipes away remnants of intestines and animal blood and silently contemplates when his next shower should be…
After Duel/Wrap-up
Quintessa said, "Please give a round of applause to both our contestants as the judges continue to discuss this match."
Kanna claps her hands together as she stands, pointedly looking away from the battlefield. "Ladies, gentlemen, and all those between. This was a stunning battle, but only one of you can make it to the Semi-Finals. Put your hands together for your winner, MESDORAM! And give a large commiseration to Leralynn for making it this far into her first tournament!"
Quintessa gave 5000 gold to Mesdoram.
Quintessa gave 5000 gold to Shishi.
Leoxander stood up from his seat to witness the conclusion of the fight, inked arms folding neutrally across his chest, his eyes squinted despite that there was no sunlight for the cause in that forsaken place. He thought at some point he’d heard Blue’s voice from the high rise seats, and took a moment for a quick check over his shoulder to glance in the father’s direction, expression stoic.
Shishi gave 5000 gold to Leoxander.
Mesdoram softly sighs and begins walking over to Leralynn’s direction; his slow methodically walk may come off as calculated and deliberate as if he is adding suspense to the finishing blow he intends to inflict, and while that may hold some truth his last attack and defense has taken it’s toll on the spell blade’s body. Coming 2 feet infront of Leralynn, the drow first begins by surveying the crowd expecting the usual jeers his demeanor and actions typically call for; but must to the disappointment of Mesdoram, he overs cheer for Leralynn instead? “What madness is this?” This thought begins festering inside his psychotic mind and begins to twist his cruel nature into a more sinister once – Leralynn will have to endure a lot more pain and anguish here. With his free hand, Mesdoram violently grabs a handful of Leralynn’s hair and lifts her off the ground for the arena to see – her feet dangle roughly 2 feet off the ground. “IS THIS WHAT YOU CHEER FOR?!” Mesdoram shouts angrily at the crowd and places his lone elemental blade next to Orange’s right jugular. “IS THIS THE EXCITEMENT YOU HOPE TO SEE?! DO YOU EXPECT ME TO HAVE MERCY FOR THIS CHILD?” He addresses the crowd again… but he is quickly losing strength in that sprain wrists which holds Leralynn’s off the ground still. He now gazes directly at press booth where the tournament organizers are watching in horror to Mesdoram’s next move. “THIS IS THE BLOOD BOWL, RIGHT?! YOU WANT BLOOD!?” Truth be told, he has no intention of slitting Orange’s throat and killing a child – he is acting as a provocateur as always. His grip is fading fast, so he pulls back his blade away from the girl’s throat and drops her… still staring into the crowd and shouts one last time. “Shame on you ALL!” Mesdoram looks down at his opponent, and offers these last words to a worthy opponent: hushed to where only she can hear – “You are braver than any adult up there, child. Next round, bring your A-Game though.” Successfully feeling his message was sent, Mesdoram heads out the arena to get a well deserved bath.
Shishi stands, his open left eye shifting from it's usual oceanic blue shade to the accursed crimson that sends a pulse of shadow through the arena as Mesdoram threatens to cut his daughter's throat. The girl squirms in the drow's grip before he finally releases her, soaring the blood bowl of The Blue Demon's wrath, and she drops to the ground, blood seeping from the superficial wound the victor has left on her neck...