Duel:Quinmyutiotu v Voranus, Match 2 of the Frostmaw Tournament

Duelists: Quinmyutiotu vs. Voranus.
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 15 minute posting limit.
Stakes: Autohit post. Advancement in the Titans of Winter Tournament 2012.
Judges: Satoshi (mid), Eboric, Kasyr

Frostmaw Colosseum

Cyllth flickers into the colisseum with a small flash of green light, just to do it different this time.

Satoshi sets... uh... a mammoth and dire Winter wolf to fighting in the arena, so you folks have something entertaining to watch while the duelists prepare. And while she's oocly occupied with RL stuff.

Gorzhageigk oocly holds up signs reading "Go Quin!" and "Down with the other guy D<" and "Q-U-I-N!" written all over them. ;>_> That's right. Cause I haz three hands.

Dasha kind of sneaks into the stands somewhat out of breath.

Satoshi straightens in her seat as the combat between mammoth and wolf comes to an abrupt end with the gargantuan lupine's steel-trap jaws having gotten a death-grip on the underside of its opponent's throat. With a strangled trumpet the mammoth collapses and manages an occasional feeble struggle before its life fades. While the Frost Giant handlers corral the wolf back to its cage and cart off the dead mammoth, Satoshi stands, once more knocking the butt of her Xalious staff against the ground to gather the crowd's attention. "In a few moments we will witness the second match of the magic-users, a fight between the dryad Quetzal, and the troll magus, Voranus! Any bets you wish to make on the outcome should be done prior to the start of the fight." Nodding, the foxkin queen seats herself again.

Kaia enters in after another person to sit shyly by herself.

Quinmyutiotu :: At the announcement of her name the dryad hopped down to the arena floor from her seat in the lowest row of benches, landing in an awkward crouch. Once upright, the dryad begins to walk toward the center of the arena, patting her strangely bulging and gurgling stomach. She looked ill.

Redovian watches the troll with the same interest as he did the drow. Frostmaw's Justice will catagorize Voranus' abilities and keep the information stored in case the two crossed paths in battle.

Satoshi recognizes the little dryad from the banquet the night prior, but as that leads toward bloody memories she's not prepared to examine yet, she forces her attention to the troll. So this is the one Kasyr told her about, a potential graverobber in Vailkrin now working alongside one of the Coven. The kit is definitely interested in seeing his abilities today.

Voranus was forced to stand as his name was called by the Frost Queen Satoshi, the Vailkrin guards prodding him as they seemed none too keen on holding the troll prisoner for Kasyr and taking him to the Colosseum. What was worse, one guard was seen carrying a bucket of thick, crimson liquid and he dare not look down into the contents of the pail as they escorted Voranus out into the center of the area. The undead captain turned towards Voranus, "Ya know who's name you fight for… Make it a good showing and don't try and eat her arm too." This command made sense, considering one spear wielder only had one arm. Pale bluish-green arms raised, the tainted skin showing from the robes with signs of tattoos now trailing down the necromancer's wrists as the guards undid the manacles and started to scatter. With that, the blood magus reached down to his bucket, lifting it in an almost tender fashion, taking what appeared to be a ladle from it and started tossing his own blood across the stones of the Frostmaw arena, painting the ground in his blood in an almost ritualistic manner, no words from the hooded figure as he appeared almost ritual like in his tossing of blood.

Kaia sat quietly, though seeing Quin's antics, she smirks as she was able to relate. Then, her attention turned to see the troll and blood? Emerald eyes went big to the sight and almost felt like she was going to be sick just looking at such a horrid sight.

Satoshi isn't the sort to tell the audience that they have no magical protection from projectiles or other dangers flying off the arena. There is no such thing as a safe fight in Frostmaw, for anyone.

Quinmyutiotu isn't sure what to make of the hooded figure's actions, but decides to put distance between herself and him. She steps backward to the point where she's within a few feet of the southern wall of the arena. From there she waits, anxiously chewing on her bottom lip.

Satoshi eyes the two combatants, ensuring they're in place and ready before she nods to the Frost Giant standing beside her. In a thunderous voice the warrior bellows, "Let the match begin!"

Quetzal vs Voranus Begins...

Satoshi leans toward Frostmaw's Justice to murmur in his ear...

Satoshi whispered to Redovian, "Who would you place your wager on, Cyrisling?"

Redovian never takes his eyes off either combatants, as he leans over to discuss with his Queen..

Redovian whispered to Satoshi, "I cannot say just yet, My Queen. We shall see how the battle goes."

Satoshi nods, thoughtful as she watches the pair of fighters.

Quinmyutiotu :: At the sound of the Queen's words, the dryad immediately doubles over in what looks to be agonizing pain. Her arms move into a position with their palms facing down on either side. Whatever was in her stomach began to flow up and spew out of her mouth; a large amount of nasty greenish yellow tinged water. Once it had all left her body, she had a puddle at her feet. Still in the doubled over position, her right hand slowly moved forward while the left lowered itself to the ground. Right fingers splayed, twisting and writhing in a sickening fashion in order to coax the nasty water Quinmyutiotu vomited up into the air, where it undulated and twisted in the air. One with a sharp nose might be able to catch the scent of a poisonous plant in the fluid. Immediately her right hand pulled back, then shoved forward, sending the poisoned water careening toward Voranus in a pressurized stream. Both hands slammed down on the floor immediately afterward with palms down, and the mute's lips began to move in a speedy chant. The floor and wall behind the dryad began to rumble. Something massive was moving toward the colosseum. The ground beneath Quin split open, and several very thick vines coated in thorns burst through. One vines from the cavernous jungle near the colosseum snaked around her, lifting her several feet into the air and hopefully out of harm's way while two of its thorny companions began to thrash wildly at Voranus, in effort to incapacitate him.

Satoshi's eyes narrow upon recognizing those warped vines from Dami's cavern home, a remnant of the wraith Pyoshia. She's not exactly pleased to see a wraith's element still lingering in Frostmaw, and makes a mental note to keep a close eye on this dryad, lest she develop into another of the Time Lord's pets. "Not as harmless as she'd appear, eh, Redovian..?"

Voranus started to hum to himself as he painted the stones idly with his blood, the troll blocking out his opponent until he felt prepared and the cry from the Ice Queen beckoned him to fight. Those massive troll hands lifted the bucket and tossed it towards Quin, a silent taunt as his blood splattered before his enemy whom appeared to be in some pain. Large, spindly fingers pulled back the hood, revealing those hideous tusks further; dried blood splattered on the bone, but was still nowhere near as menacing as those maddening red eyes that stared at the dryad, "Thought o' battle scare ya, brooda?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Voranus regretted them as the dryad lifted her hands and beckoned her attack. Nostrils flared and those eyes widened as the pressurized stream rushed towards his body, the troll's arms lifting into the air to form a symbol with his hands, a triangle forming between both palms as the magician activated a minor ward. The stream hit his hands, sores forming under the pressure as minor cuts formed, the stream splashing into his face, though someone with keen eyesight would notice it was merely water falling to the ground, a lesson of the jungle and swamp, to be able to purify all water. Robes came up, clearing away at his eyes to reduce the spray of the water as wild vines started to snake around the magus, the troll cursing gutturally as he was swept up in Quinmyutiotu's attack. Pointed teeth came down, ripping at his hand as the vines lifted his body, constricting his breathing, the troll curiously opening a wound on his palm as thick crimson vitae started to flow outwards. His hands seemed to lack the dexterity of a normal mage but they worked swiftly as he started to paint runes upon the dryad's vine, the symbol of death being carved in with those troll fingers. Slowly the two plants started to wither, aging before the crowd's eyes until they dropped Voranus's body. The necromancer held his palm outwards, continuing to channel the spell through the vines as the disease infected plant seemed to continue on, corrupting the natural life inside the plant. The whole of the plant was infected now, shriveling and dying as the affliction passed through the body of the flower, trailing upwards towards the dryad rapidly, if she stayed upon her pedestal, not only would she fall from the magus's spell, but she would suffer the same cruel fate of falling prey to the creeping death.

Sophie shouted, "Get your refreshments and souvenirs here."

Quinmyutiotu couldn't see what exactly her poisoned water did to the troll from her heightened position. Instead, she began to prepare her next attack. With her arms spread outward, the muscles within began to slowly ripple. In a form of defense that the dryad resorted to frequently, tiny bumps began to cover her arms before ultimately tearing tattooed flesh so a multitude of nettles could grow. They didn't stay in her flesh for long. Wincing from the self-induced pain, Quin pulled her arms together before her so they were parallel, and mouthed the final word. Thousands of miniscule thorns flew from her arms, headed straight for Voranus. They didn't pierce him, however. Instead, they levitated around his head very tightly together, pointed ends facing inward toward him. Before Quin could give the complete command for them to puncture his flesh, she finally took notice to the withering vine that she stood upon. Unfortunately she paid attention to it a bit too late, as it was slowly beginning to crumple and fall. While her thorns acted as a floral version of an iron maiden, Quin shoved one injured arm onto one of the massive thorns of the withering vine. With more chanting apparent on the mute's lips, the green blood-like fluid leaking from her arms poured itself into the dying vine in order to keep it living for a little bit longer so she could make a slower descent. Once her feet touched ground, the dryad tore her arm free of the dying vine and began to call forth more of the plants from Dami's home. Her silent chanting ushered in more plants, but instead of only three massive vines, Quin called forth six that had to be a little less than half of the initial vine's sizes. Three climbed up one of her arms while the other three climbed the other. The vines in her hair sprang to life as well, twitching menacingly as their larger counterparts did along the dryad's arms. After the vines entangling her arms threw themselves at Voranus in attempt to restrain him and hold him in one place, the vines growing from her head lashed out like snakes, in effort to strangle the troll.

Voranus lowered his hand to the ground, watching as the vine started to fall only to have his vision blurred by thorns, springing to life around his head in a cruelly fashioned prison, the troll waiting to see them collapse in, but the dryad seemed too busy to finish her spell. A large hand came upwards, smacking down at the thorns, the troll grunting as the deep needles pierced his flesh, the natural regeneration of his race now enough to stop the bleeding at first, but that blue skin could be seen eerily closing in around the thorns as he shifted his head through the makeshift hole he created, getting out of harm's way as his opponents body of flora swarmed him, massive troll frame being lifted in an attempt to strangle him. Red eyes were blocked out as his lids closed, his hands wrapping around the vines to ease the constriction as he growled, the tribal and feral nature of his kind showing its true colors as he thirsted now to drink the dryad's blood. A low groan started, his head lifting upwards as the blood dripping from his arms started to ball up, the effects hardly visible to non-magic users as the troll summoned the power of his own sanguine to his call. The normally shallow mana pool of Voranus started to replenish itself, swirling arcane forming around the troll as the blood droplets started to elongate, at first coming to the aide of their caller, swirling vines tugging at Quin's attack and jerking them loose, helping lower Voranus till his feet hit the ground. Still, the wailing continued from the troll, renewed by the fresh intake of air he received when the constriction ceased, beckoning his blood to heed his call. The magus stood, mouth lifted as he called to the skies, the blood he poured out on the ground starting to glow eerie as his spell took place, the stones of the collosseum starting to rattle as the crimson pools lifted, bringing the rocks of the stadium with it. The snaking tendrils summoned from Voranus's blood attempted to swirl around Quin, ensaring the female within their arcana as the tiles from Satoshi's arena started swirling, flying about in the direction of Quin, rocketing off and smashing into pieces across the arena. The opening ritual perhaps now made sense to others as shrapnel started flying into the crowd and even at the Frost Queen herself in a scene of Havoc that seemed to center itself around Quin with the colliding rocks.

Satoshi manages a strained, half-feral smirk when a hailstorm of rocks is sent her way. With deceptive ease, the cryomancer swings her guild staff in a wide arc before her, a sweep that encompasses the luxury box's entirety. In answer, a curtain of azure frost ripples into existence to catch the stones with an almost gentle grasp before letting them drop to the arena floor below. Her guards stationed outside the box deal with the threat in their own way by taking momentary shelter behind their kite shields, the black-ice material showing no signs of damage from the short-lived assault.

Sophie shouted, "Get your Noise Maker's to cheer on the combatants 100 gold each or 2 for a mere 150 gold."

Sophie shouted, "Nancys-homemade Eggnog-Cake only 80 gold each. Very rare."

Satoshi's nearest guard surreptitiously purchases some eggnog from Sophie, when he thinks no one is watching.

Quinmyutiotu frowned when her unsuccessful attempt at disfiguring the troll's face proved to be even more unsuccessful. Luckily, the thorns were still there. The strangling vines in her hair tried to constrict as tightly as possible without tearing from her scalp. At the sight of more blood, what remained of the vines wrapped around her arms and hair recoiled. While Voranus began to work his spell, Quin began to conjure up her own. She retreated to the tear in the ground where she initially began to call for the aid of vines, and in a predictable fashion the dryad called for more. Instead of moving to attack the troll, however, they constricted themselves around her. Layer upon layer of vines began to wrap around her, forming a makeshift cocoon. Unfortunately for her, they weren't quick enough. She batted at the troll's blood with trembling hands, while the flora in her hair did the same. The larger vines continued to wrap around Quin, but before they could completely envelop her a flying tile hit her stomach and cut in deep. More of that nasty water began to leak from her flesh. While she found herself doubling over in pain for a second time, the vines completed wrapping themselves around Quin, forming a large thorn covered sphere that went rolling in Voranus's general direction. It began to circle him. Thinner vines in the mass snapped furiously in his general direction, hoping to whip at any part of him that may be within reach. Inside the sphere, the dryad took advantage of her injury and pulled all of the water toward herself with the free hand that wasn't cradling her stomach. A pin hole sized opening appeared at eye level for the dryad as the vine ball came to an abrupt halt behind the troll. With some of the remaining thorns in her shoulder added to the watery and poisonous mix, the tiny hole acted like a makeshift peashooter. Pressurized water with thorns flew from her fingertips, out the hole, and for Voranus's back. What water Quin didn't use through the hole leaked from the sphere, spreading and washing away small amounts of the troll's blood from the arena floor.

Dulcinea climbs the stairs of the seating area, quietly intending to find a good vantage point from which to watch. Events like these always had need of a healer and she had made a note of attending just in case.

Rilling is attempting to hide from view from all the other spectators. Her plan is that maybe she will get lucky and get to eat one of the wounded or dead contestants.

Voranus felt his hand start to shake and tremble, the quick spurt he had gained from his blood dwindling again, along with his bloodlust as the dryad moved back for a third time, the green ball of death picking up steam as he expected it to roll right over him, causing him to try his best to duck out of the way. The psyche out of Quinmyutiotu seemed to work perfectly as the magus's back was exposed, the first thorn causing his back to arch as it lodged into the troll's thick hide. A shriek of pain came as his eyes closed and maw turned up to the heavens, as if arguing to the stars about his poisoned fate, his blood still pumping, surging through his body despite the dryad's poison, a danger mix for the blood caster. The viscous blood was draining down his back as a long hand came to feel it, the touch of blood seeming to calm his body, though it had not stilled the troll's rage. His eyes flashed open, a look of deepening madness coming to his eyes as he rose slowly from his place, humbled on the ground, a second dart from the dryad doing nothing to still his ascent to his feet, the natural strength and brutality of his race allowing him the moment of rushing lust for battle. His head turned, tusks menacing as he started to chant in that ancient tongue of the trolls, recently wakened by the ravaging of war and ogres in the land of Hollow. Despite the lack of trolls around, or even the stillness of the air, the contestants and even the viewers could hear drumbeats as if they were off in the distance, a sign of the onset of madness as Voranus recited the magic words, his tongue giving them that cruel troll accent as he casted his final spell. The water that Quin had used to clear away his blood started to tinge red, the vitae multiplying in the waves, spreading over the poisoned water as it started to bubble, lifting into the air, turbulent waves forming. The necromancer attempted to seize the crowds mind and force them to watch as the blood slowly started to creep, taking over the pure, tainting the water, even if it was poisoned, corrupting everything as it started to swarm to Quin's makeshift fortress. The attack pressed onward as Voranus started to fall, the last bit of mana he preserved through the fight used to send the red tide towards Quin, misting around her form and attempting to invade and corrupt her body, perhaps a final curse as the troll lay on the ground, breathing harshly while the waters swarmed Quin, disease ridden and intent on stilling the woman's life slowly.

Quinmyutiotu :: With the pin hole being the only real point in which Quin could see clearly in her shell of vines, she pressed one eye close to the opening. That would be a very huge mistake in moments. She couldn't help grinning as the water washed away some of the blood and at least a few of her thorns rang true, but the manner in which the troll's blood reacted to the water was enough to cause alarm. As it began to creep toward her, she slowly began to back away, forgetting for a moment that the back end of her vine ball had not produced an opening for her just yet. Her eyes remained on the pinhole opening she could see from, and that's when the bloody and poisoned water hit one of her eyes. For the third time, Quin felt the urge to double over in pain, but in doing so she rolled backward and out of the newly formed opening at the bottom of her vine ball. From her hiding place behind the vine ball, she watched with her good eye as the troll's blood magic destroyed it. The fluid that hit her eye seemed to be reacting the same way too. Quin appeared to be wailing silently with a hand covering the injured eye while the other held the gash in her stomach. She wouldn't be able to see with that eye any more.

Winner: Quinmyutiotu, split vote.

Quinmyutiotu :: It takes a few moments for Quinmyutiotu to get back on her feet. She comes to the conclusion that cupping her blinded eye isn't going to keep the gelatinous ooze that the eyeball has been reduced to from leaking out. She silently hobbles over toward the troll, and gives him what should be a sharp kick in his side. It isn't as hard as Quin would've liked due to her weakened state, but afterward she tugs a bloodied quetzal tail feather from her tangled hair and rests it by his side. It could be seen as a 'no hard feelings' sort of gift. That's what she thought it should signify, anyway.

Satoshi rises to her feet as the dryad claims her victory and nods in acknowledgement to both the triumph of one and downfall of another. Without a word, the Lady of Frostmaw departs from the arena, allowing healers to swoop in and tend to the various wounds of combatants and audience members alike.