1 Vs 1: Who dares approach - Fantasy

[Lewis C.]

Post a fantasy profile and get playing

Name: Xepher

Race: Chaos

Rank: Warmaster

Wargear: Warmasters axe, Mark of nurgle, Heavy armour, Shield.

Other:

The mark of nurgle grants its users the ability to survive even the most fatal of blows.

Praised by Nurgle, Xepher is able to release toxic spores in a stream towards his opponent. It then infects the foe with many of the worlds deadliest diseases. Can be dodged as its extremely slow.

[Silence]

Any storyline at all? Anything? What's it about?

[Lewis C.]

There is no real storyline, just a one on one battle between two races.

thetyranidhive.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=RolePlay&action=display&thread=19290 - here's an example of one of mine.

[chaoticlynxmaster]

I'll join if i may
name: slandar of holy Terra's forge
rank: master of the forge
war gear:servo-harness conversion beamer
other: blessing of the omnissiah which allows me to rebuild/fix machines and bolster defense which allows me to ad cover

[Father Nurgle]

(^ uh, fail more like this.)


Name: Firiran

Race: tomb kings

Rank: (Ushabti)

War gear: Large 2 handed biting blade, scorpion armour

Other: large and powerful Firiran wont fall easily, weapon -1 to armoursave.

[Lewis C.]

[well, i assume Father Nurgle is playing... but chaoticlynxmaster this is a Fantasy roleplay]

A mass of rusting armor and disease stalked through the woods. He held a large Axe in one hand and tucked a solid shield into his body with the other. His helmet turned slowly as he looked from side to side, expecting assault from any direction. Xepher looked into the sky and let out a war cry so intense, bird like creatures fled from trees high above. He then jumped into a sprint, moving as fast as he could in the heavy, rust covered armor.

[Father Nurgle]

Firiran, a large and powerful Ushabti, stalked the forests with his large biting blade. his bones were tall and lean, his face shaped like a jaw of an alligators. his armour was over protection in a sense compared to the bones, but this hindered him not. being 8 feet tall he towered above other lesser creatures that found themselves in his wake. he dragged his biting blade through the dirt in his trail, he was bored and searching for a fight... then he heard it, rustling about 20 yards away. he turned and looked and saw a sprinting nurgle plagued warrior. a fight... Firiran took a skull he had on his shoulder pad and threw the thing at the slow warrior. it pelted him on the shoulder plate and the warrior stopped. it was on...

[Lewis C.]

The warmaster turned his heavy helmet, a thin veil of dust from the skull rested on his shoulder. His rotting armor twisted and faced the bone creature. A mighty warcry echoed through the forest as Xepher threw his head back and charged Firiran. He held his War axe behind him, the dangerously heavy weapon ready to strike down. He reached the bone creature in a matter of seconds and swung down with his axe, sweeping towards the creatures frail bone legs.

[Father Nurgle]

Firiran took his 2 handed blade and slammed it down towards the ground, his blade was on top of the war masters blade and pining it to the ground. stale mate already, the test of power got nowhere, Firiran head butted as hard as he could into the nurgle helmet, although the nurgle fighter probably didn't feel the attack, he sure as heck was thrown off balance. Firiran saw his first move, he as fast as he could did an uppercut and once his blade cleared the chaos warrior (not knowing if it did a hit or wound) would sweep right back down...

[Lewis C.]

The Nurgle warrior stumbled backwards, blocking the uppercut with his heavy shield. It bounced harmlessly off, but as it came around to swing at his legs he stepped atop of the shaft and jumped up towards the skeleton, slamming into the skeletons chest with his shield. He hid behind the shield, pushing forwards as soon as he found footing again, aiming for the stone wall of a broken bunker.

[Father Nurgle]

the warrior pushed back Firiran hard and fast to the wall behind them. Firiran thought quickly and could think fast enough before he was 5 feet from being smashed to bits. 'that's right!' he thought as he remembered a thin wood elf pulling this move on a greater daemon. Firiran jumped his feet onto the wall and walked backwards up the wall as the chaos warrior pushed on until he heard the cracking of bones, Firiran walked up the wall until he was parallel to the chaos warrior. Then Firiran pushed himself to be behind the nurgle war master and when he finished he was back to back with Xepher. Firiran pulled his blade up and stabbed at his back and waiting for the blade to connect.

[Lewis C.]

The warrior slammed the shield against the wall, a sickening crunch was heard as the metal connected with the old wall. He sensed someting just before the sword penetrated his body. Under his mask he grinned a gruesome smile and slid away from the sword. All that spilled out the wound was a horrible mixture of diseased liquid before it sealed back up again. The warrior roared into the sky and spun around, weilding the shield and aiming for the bone creatures head. While spinning he brought his warhammer around, a second behind but lower.

[Father Nurgle]

the warrior was a little quick, but still visible in the attack. Firiran threw up his (now apparently poisoned) blade to block the incoming hammer. the blade blocked it but not without consequence. Firirans blade hit him broadside in the skull. this disoriented him, but that made Firiran enraged. "his will be done!" he yelled as he swung his sword and the chaos warmaster regaining his footing. Firiran was slashing madly at the warrior somewhat blinded. his blade would connect with armour but Firiran was sure it was just the shield. the warrior threw up his shield in reaction to every hit. this made The skeleton warrior angrier. repeatedly non stop, Firiran kept smashing into the shield, even if it wasn't in the way. after 10 hard hits, his biting blade cut clean through the shield. the hand, unscaved, the warrior back away, but ready for the counter offensive...

[Lewis C.]

[That was a bit godmoddy... but ill let you off this time...]

As half of the Warmasters precious shield fell to the ground, Xepher flung the rest of the shield towards the creatures chest. At the same time he threw out his hand, a swarm of insects, plauged with the most deadly diseases in existence, would head towards Firran. These flys would eat into his bone structure and cause him to decay in seconds. But just incase the warrior slammed his hammer into the wall behind him and dived out the way, the wall colapsing and falling towards Firran.

[Father Nurgle]

(well it is biting blade. -1 to armour save. it does bite through the yummy shield. but thx)

Firiran couldn't let the warmaster beat him, flies ready to eat him, a wall coming down on him. there wasn't much option. Firiran charged through the insect horde, getting a few on him from his random attack, the swarm quickly followed and Firiran knew he had little time to lose. he did all but tackle the chaos warrior and pinned him underneath his wieght. whilst he pinned the chaos warrior he just kept punching, his skeletal fingers felt nothing as the shots went to the fleshy face underneath. after 30 seconds he strength was decaying. the flies were eating him away. so with all his might he pulled off the chaos warriors battered helmet and hit him 3 times in the head with everything, before falling to the insect horde and withering away... knowing his master will is done, in the long run...