Post by Grant on May 24, 2017 11:16:51 GMT
The portal spits you into an interrogation room. The man standing guard sighs. “Not again. Oh well, let's get this over with.” He flips the table aside and draws his weapon.
Level 2
Bronze Lance, MT 5 HIT 90
HP 17 | STR 6 | MAG 0 | SKL 5 | SPD 6 | DEF 6 | RES 2
"Must we settle this misunderstanding using brutish methods?" Asked Grant as he wrung a wrist softly. He meant no disrespect for the guard's skill in combat, yet time and time again he had faced this man. Each fight resulted in the same ending.
Pausing for a moment, the guard brought a single finger to the bottom of his chin.
"You know, I never really thought about that," he replied as a finger waggled. "However, it is my job to apprehend random people who appear in this room." His shoulders raised in a shrug. "Trust me, I do not want to get beaten up either. Can we just pretend to fight?" His eyes lit up. "Oooooh, how about we fight each other by telling riddles?"
The butler stood as still as a statue- slack jawed for a few moments. "Very well, I shall engage you in this 'riddle fight'."
Riddle fight initiated!
| Turn 1 |
Unbeknownst to Grant, the guard had been training himself in the art of riddles for his entire life. He smirked as he pulled out his trump card.
"A boy fell off a hundred foot tall ladder, yet he did not get hurt!" He exclaimed with needless passion. "Why?"
The guard poses a rather lancing riddle!
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(Chance to hit: 85) (Damage: 1)
Wincing, Grant fell backwards by one step before catching himself on his right foot. It was as if he had been stabbed by the man's very words. Of course, he was doing so to protect the man's dignity to an extent, but he had to relent none the less.
"The answer is. . ." The butler paused for a moment. It was almost too easy. "Because he was on the first step."
Grant answers him!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 94) (Damage: 7)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The Guard gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
His head cocked to the side. A feeling of immediate embarrassment boiled within him. "I am truly sorry. This is mildly degrading."
Grant tells the harsh truth!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 96) (Damage: 8)
Grant still has -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The Guard still has [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
"GRAH." He cried in agony before plummeting backwards onto a table- effectively breaking it in half under his own weight.
Grant's HP: 18/19
The Guard's 'HP': 2/17
| Turn 2 |
Grant is faster than the guard!
Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Damaging people using his words was a new experience for Grant. He rushed over to the man's side. "Are you all right?" Grant's eyes opened wide in his concern for the man.
A quiet groan emerged from him. "Never before in my entire life. . ." On one knee, he got up to stare at the butler. "Have I faced an opponent of your calibre. . ." His fist clenched and raised to his chest. "I want you to do it. . . Tell your riddle. . . Give me my good end. . ."
This was too dramatic for his liking. A moment was needed for him to think before he decided to eventually recycle a question he heard of in the past.
"A princess is as old as the prince will be when the princess is twice the age that the princess was when the princess's age was half the total of their present ages." Grant stated without pause. "What are their ages?"
Grant tells his riddle!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 97) (Damage: 18)
The Guard's 'HP': 0/17
The Guard is 'defeated'!
A loud, overextended shout was made by the man. He was practically howling. After doing so, he collapsed forward onto his chest. "I am dead," he said.
At once, Grant began to leave the room to find the portal. This scenario was already far too ridiculous for him.
"Close the door on your way out," the guard added just before his opponent left.
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Level 2
Bronze Lance, MT 5 HIT 90
HP 17 | STR 6 | MAG 0 | SKL 5 | SPD 6 | DEF 6 | RES 2
"Must we settle this misunderstanding using brutish methods?" Asked Grant as he wrung a wrist softly. He meant no disrespect for the guard's skill in combat, yet time and time again he had faced this man. Each fight resulted in the same ending.
Pausing for a moment, the guard brought a single finger to the bottom of his chin.
"You know, I never really thought about that," he replied as a finger waggled. "However, it is my job to apprehend random people who appear in this room." His shoulders raised in a shrug. "Trust me, I do not want to get beaten up either. Can we just pretend to fight?" His eyes lit up. "Oooooh, how about we fight each other by telling riddles?"
The butler stood as still as a statue- slack jawed for a few moments. "Very well, I shall engage you in this 'riddle fight'."
Riddle fight initiated!
| Turn 1 |
Unbeknownst to Grant, the guard had been training himself in the art of riddles for his entire life. He smirked as he pulled out his trump card.
"A boy fell off a hundred foot tall ladder, yet he did not get hurt!" He exclaimed with needless passion. "Why?"
The guard poses a rather lancing riddle!
E07e1wO71-100
(Chance to hit: 85) (Damage: 1)
Wincing, Grant fell backwards by one step before catching himself on his right foot. It was as if he had been stabbed by the man's very words. Of course, he was doing so to protect the man's dignity to an extent, but he had to relent none the less.
"The answer is. . ." The butler paused for a moment. It was almost too easy. "Because he was on the first step."
Grant answers him!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 94) (Damage: 7)
Grant gets -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The Guard gets [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
His head cocked to the side. A feeling of immediate embarrassment boiled within him. "I am truly sorry. This is mildly degrading."
Grant tells the harsh truth!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 96) (Damage: 8)
Grant still has -2 STR, -2 SKL!
The Guard still has [SPD/DEF/RES -4]!
"GRAH." He cried in agony before plummeting backwards onto a table- effectively breaking it in half under his own weight.
Grant's HP: 18/19
The Guard's 'HP': 2/17
| Turn 2 |
Grant is faster than the guard!
Grant's STR and SKL recover by 1!
Damaging people using his words was a new experience for Grant. He rushed over to the man's side. "Are you all right?" Grant's eyes opened wide in his concern for the man.
A quiet groan emerged from him. "Never before in my entire life. . ." On one knee, he got up to stare at the butler. "Have I faced an opponent of your calibre. . ." His fist clenched and raised to his chest. "I want you to do it. . . Tell your riddle. . . Give me my good end. . ."
This was too dramatic for his liking. A moment was needed for him to think before he decided to eventually recycle a question he heard of in the past.
"A princess is as old as the prince will be when the princess is twice the age that the princess was when the princess's age was half the total of their present ages." Grant stated without pause. "What are their ages?"
Grant tells his riddle!
1-100
(Chance to hit: 97) (Damage: 18)
The Guard's 'HP': 0/17
The Guard is 'defeated'!
A loud, overextended shout was made by the man. He was practically howling. After doing so, he collapsed forward onto his chest. "I am dead," he said.
At once, Grant began to leave the room to find the portal. This scenario was already far too ridiculous for him.
"Close the door on your way out," the guard added just before his opponent left.
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