Post by Grant on Jun 11, 2017 6:26:54 GMT
You wade through a shallow lake and stand on a lonely island. Shadows begin to dance in front of you. You're greeted by an image of yourself. The shadow you mirrors your movements. At first you think its a comical illusion, but then they start acting on their own. You are attacked by a shadow version of yourself! Enemy Stats = your stats +1 STR, +2 SKL. If facing them alone you must roll speed checks each round.
Shadow Grant
Level 5: Butler
| HP 20 | STR 13 | MAG 3 | SKL 13 | SPD 15 | DEF 8 | RES 8 |
Daggers, Rank B
Staves, Rank D
-Bronze Dagger
Bronze Dagger, Rank E. Mt 2, Hit 100%
[SKL/SPD -1, DEF/RES -2]
[CRIT -10]
-+1 Hunter's Dagger
Hunter's Dagger. Rank D. MT 9, HIT 95
(x2 DMG against mounted units and beasts, 1/2 DMG to all else)
[DEF/RES -3]
-Kris Knife
Rank C. MT 3, HIT 80
(x2 DMG against monsters, 1/2 DMG all else)
(+5 HP after ATK)
(DEF/RES -3)
[MAG -3, DEF/RES -4]
-+1 Silver Dagger
Silver Dagger, Rank B, Mt 12, Hit 90%
(STR -2, SKL -2, stats recover by 1 each turn)
[SPD/DEF/RES -4]
[CRIT +5]
-Heal
Rank E. Restores 10 HP. 1d6 uses per battle.
-Mend
Rank D. Restores 20 HP. 1d4 uses per battle.
-Rescue
Rank D. Helps an ally escape combat. 2 uses. MUST tag admin with use.
Skill #1 - Resistance +2
[ Learned at level 1 ]
When equipped, this unit receives +2 resistance.
| Introduction Phase |
"So this is what it has come to, has it?" Grant asked. His eyebrows knit at the sight before him. "How ironic- that I willingly enter a portal presented before me in search of powerful combatant, only to be greeted by my very own reflection."
The figure stared at Grant. It seemed to be interested in the encounter for the most part. An index finger reached to the bottom of his chin to rub before shrugging his shoulders. His lips twisted upwards into a cocky smile, yet for the most part his expression remained composed.
"I am unable to disagree with that statement," he announced. He lifted the same index finger before him to waggle as he straightened his arm. "Only know this, Grant." The shadow spread his arms to his sides at a slant as if to present himself.
"I am you." Three words which brought the young man's hand immediately over the hilt of his daggers.
"Believe me as I speak- for both you and I know this very well," he adjusted his collar, drawing a weapon which looked exactly the same as Grant would have. "You doubt your own worth far too often, you repress any sort of emotion you have for others, and on top of it all, you have never shown your true colours to anyone- not even any single person you might be able to call a friend. All of it unleashed into me."
Grant stayed silent.
"Your desire to fight, to engage in glorious battle with the strong, to rid the world of inhuman monsters in the form of men, etcetera, etcetera."
"And what of our morals?" The butler questioned. "What of them if we truly are the same individual?"
A single laugh came from his opponent. "You see, that is where matters are convoluted. I am cheering on for you."
One of the young man's eyebrows raised in confusion as the shadow went on.
"Consider this a trail of sorts. To overcome one's self if I may describe it so blandly," he explained.
Slow steps from both participants towards the centre of the field marked the beginning of a grand battle. "Then we both know how this will end," stated Grant.
"In two strikes," they both spoke simultaneously.
The wheel of fate is turning!
| Turn 1 |
Weapons were bared, abilities were charged and the two were set for battle.
"Do be warned," stated the reflection. "I know all of your tricks, your manoeuvres and your style. However. . ."
Grant paused, finally noticing that one of his opponent's hands were hidden behind his back. He attempted to disengage to put some space between himself his enemy, yet it was far too late. Almost instantaneously, the shadow had leapt up into the air to match the butler’s movements. As he ascended, he somehow managed to leave a massive wall of blades in the air that were quickly heading for him
"I am stronger than you."
Eyes widened at the incoming projectiles. Eyes widened at the sight of the projectiles. From side to side he began to step, hoping to find a hole in his pattern.
Dozens of knives speed towards Grant
2xX9oMxg1-100
(Chance to hit: 88) (Damage: 8)
Shadow Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
Grant gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4] !
Grant gets [CRIT +5] !
His method of evasion proved to be null against such a large amount of ranged weaponry. Though he was not hit directly by any of them, the ones passing by sliced at his limbs and sides- opening wounds much too frequently. That was the moment of weakness or so the shadow thought, and so he lunged to the distracted man's back to finish him off.
Little did he realise that Grant knew of his presence. None the matter in any case. They were the same speed, but the shadow had more skill, more strength. There was only a slight chance that this Grant would be able to react in time.
Grant retorts with a diagonal crescent slash
1-100
(Chance to hit: 86) (Damage: 8)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
Shadow Grant gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4] !
Shadow Grant gets [CRIT +5] !
He did.
A gaping wound was created trailing from the right side of his chest down to the left his waist. Yet he did not bleed. He simply smirked and went forward.
Grant's HP: 12/20
Shadow's HP: 12/20
| Turn 2 |
Both combatants have equal speed!
Shadow Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Sparks flew as two equal blades collided against each other. At that point neither wielder was grinning. Both of them seem be giving the fight their all. More than just their lives were at stake here. Yet this clash would not last for long.
Their test of strength would not hold for long as the daggers slipped against one another, flinging more sparks to their sides. An opportune moment for either side to strike. However, only one man could emerge the victor. This chance would not be wasted by either side.
Determination would decide the outcome of the battle. Both him and the other side fought with all their might- all their passion.
Grant stabs into the shadow's mid section
1-100
(Chance to hit: 86) (Damage: 19)
The Shadow's HP: 0/20
The Shadow is defeated. . .
Cold steel entered the shadow's body. His own blade stopped inches away from Grant's shoulder prior to falling to the ground with a clank.
"So this has what it has come to, has it?" The shade mimicked. His tone did not change at all since the beginning of the fight. No pain, nor anger was held by him. Though he did betray a slight sense of disappointment for whatever reason he may have. "Tell me, Grant, are you going to continue fighting all on your lonesome?"
"No." Grant kept his knife plunged within the being. "Because in that sense, you are wrong." Hands which held the hilt of his dagger remained unmoved.
"After mother and father passed, I had never felt more deserted than I have in my entire life." A calm, composed tone reiterated his victory over this scenario. "Yet when I came to this continent, I have met so many new people, and I have come to realise that I am never truly alone as long as their memory persists within me."
"That is why." His grip tightened. "Why I will strive on to surpass myself." Both eyes closed. "Miss Hadassah , Miss Shizuka Yui , Sir @deacon , Miss Lisette . Even Sir Ethan . I will fight the wicked out which transcends the crimes committed in the war of this land for their sakes- for everyone's sakes."
One more laugh escaped the figure. "Then I suppose you have changed after all."
And with that, it faded.
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Shadow Grant
Level 5: Butler
| HP 20 | STR 13 | MAG 3 | SKL 13 | SPD 15 | DEF 8 | RES 8 |
Daggers, Rank B
Staves, Rank D
-Bronze Dagger
Bronze Dagger, Rank E. Mt 2, Hit 100%
[SKL/SPD -1, DEF/RES -2]
[CRIT -10]
-+1 Hunter's Dagger
Hunter's Dagger. Rank D. MT 9, HIT 95
(x2 DMG against mounted units and beasts, 1/2 DMG to all else)
[DEF/RES -3]
-Kris Knife
Rank C. MT 3, HIT 80
(x2 DMG against monsters, 1/2 DMG all else)
(+5 HP after ATK)
(DEF/RES -3)
[MAG -3, DEF/RES -4]
-+1 Silver Dagger
Silver Dagger, Rank B, Mt 12, Hit 90%
(STR -2, SKL -2, stats recover by 1 each turn)
[SPD/DEF/RES -4]
[CRIT +5]
-Heal
Rank E. Restores 10 HP. 1d6 uses per battle.
-Mend
Rank D. Restores 20 HP. 1d4 uses per battle.
-Rescue
Rank D. Helps an ally escape combat. 2 uses. MUST tag admin with use.
Skill #1 - Resistance +2
[ Learned at level 1 ]
When equipped, this unit receives +2 resistance.
| Introduction Phase |
"So this is what it has come to, has it?" Grant asked. His eyebrows knit at the sight before him. "How ironic- that I willingly enter a portal presented before me in search of powerful combatant, only to be greeted by my very own reflection."
The figure stared at Grant. It seemed to be interested in the encounter for the most part. An index finger reached to the bottom of his chin to rub before shrugging his shoulders. His lips twisted upwards into a cocky smile, yet for the most part his expression remained composed.
"I am unable to disagree with that statement," he announced. He lifted the same index finger before him to waggle as he straightened his arm. "Only know this, Grant." The shadow spread his arms to his sides at a slant as if to present himself.
"I am you." Three words which brought the young man's hand immediately over the hilt of his daggers.
"Believe me as I speak- for both you and I know this very well," he adjusted his collar, drawing a weapon which looked exactly the same as Grant would have. "You doubt your own worth far too often, you repress any sort of emotion you have for others, and on top of it all, you have never shown your true colours to anyone- not even any single person you might be able to call a friend. All of it unleashed into me."
Grant stayed silent.
"Your desire to fight, to engage in glorious battle with the strong, to rid the world of inhuman monsters in the form of men, etcetera, etcetera."
"And what of our morals?" The butler questioned. "What of them if we truly are the same individual?"
A single laugh came from his opponent. "You see, that is where matters are convoluted. I am cheering on for you."
One of the young man's eyebrows raised in confusion as the shadow went on.
"Consider this a trail of sorts. To overcome one's self if I may describe it so blandly," he explained.
Slow steps from both participants towards the centre of the field marked the beginning of a grand battle. "Then we both know how this will end," stated Grant.
"In two strikes," they both spoke simultaneously.
The wheel of fate is turning!
| Turn 1 |
-10 -9 to -5 -4 to 4 5 to 9 10
Outer-left | Inner-left | Center | Inner-right | Outer-right
Weapons were bared, abilities were charged and the two were set for battle.
"Do be warned," stated the reflection. "I know all of your tricks, your manoeuvres and your style. However. . ."
Grant paused, finally noticing that one of his opponent's hands were hidden behind his back. He attempted to disengage to put some space between himself his enemy, yet it was far too late. Almost instantaneously, the shadow had leapt up into the air to match the butler’s movements. As he ascended, he somehow managed to leave a massive wall of blades in the air that were quickly heading for him
"I am stronger than you."
Eyes widened at the incoming projectiles. Eyes widened at the sight of the projectiles. From side to side he began to step, hoping to find a hole in his pattern.
Dozens of knives speed towards Grant
2xX9oMxg1-100
(Chance to hit: 88) (Damage: 8)
Shadow Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
Grant gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4] !
Grant gets [CRIT +5] !
His method of evasion proved to be null against such a large amount of ranged weaponry. Though he was not hit directly by any of them, the ones passing by sliced at his limbs and sides- opening wounds much too frequently. That was the moment of weakness or so the shadow thought, and so he lunged to the distracted man's back to finish him off.
Little did he realise that Grant knew of his presence. None the matter in any case. They were the same speed, but the shadow had more skill, more strength. There was only a slight chance that this Grant would be able to react in time.
Grant retorts with a diagonal crescent slash
1-100
(Chance to hit: 86) (Damage: 8)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
Shadow Grant gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4] !
Shadow Grant gets [CRIT +5] !
He did.
A gaping wound was created trailing from the right side of his chest down to the left his waist. Yet he did not bleed. He simply smirked and went forward.
Grant's HP: 12/20
Shadow's HP: 12/20
| Turn 2 |
Both combatants have equal speed!
Shadow Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Sparks flew as two equal blades collided against each other. At that point neither wielder was grinning. Both of them seem be giving the fight their all. More than just their lives were at stake here. Yet this clash would not last for long.
Shadow Grant vs Grant
1-6 1-6
Determination would decide the outcome of the battle. Both him and the other side fought with all their might- all their passion.
Grant stabs into the shadow's mid section
1-100
(Chance to hit: 86) (Damage: 19)
The Shadow's HP: 0/20
The Shadow is defeated. . .
Cold steel entered the shadow's body. His own blade stopped inches away from Grant's shoulder prior to falling to the ground with a clank.
"So this has what it has come to, has it?" The shade mimicked. His tone did not change at all since the beginning of the fight. No pain, nor anger was held by him. Though he did betray a slight sense of disappointment for whatever reason he may have. "Tell me, Grant, are you going to continue fighting all on your lonesome?"
"No." Grant kept his knife plunged within the being. "Because in that sense, you are wrong." Hands which held the hilt of his dagger remained unmoved.
"After mother and father passed, I had never felt more deserted than I have in my entire life." A calm, composed tone reiterated his victory over this scenario. "Yet when I came to this continent, I have met so many new people, and I have come to realise that I am never truly alone as long as their memory persists within me."
"That is why." His grip tightened. "Why I will strive on to surpass myself." Both eyes closed. "Miss Hadassah , Miss Shizuka Yui , Sir @deacon , Miss Lisette . Even Sir Ethan . I will fight the wicked out which transcends the crimes committed in the war of this land for their sakes- for everyone's sakes."
One more laugh escaped the figure. "Then I suppose you have changed after all."
And with that, it faded.
Anna meg nvmore 1-100·1-100·1-6·1-6·1-100