That description does sound somewhat horrifying. The endresult looks... surprisingly normal. Something that probably wouldn't happen with a come to life Daisy Chain.




More fights, where I would have liked to see more of both opponents (although I also would have liked more information about Stormageddon).

Very good fights so far. Excited for what else is to come.

Maybe she might want to read Feist's book Magician so that enemies can lose around here while she reads about magic.

Yes! What what?!

Gnnihihi, opportunist zombies, that's so hilarious! XD

Fight 14

The zombies cheer (as much as they can) as the knight turned undead horror, (91) Balflap enters the arena.
The sky goes dark as a particularly large, black cloud hovers above. With crashing thunder and lightning, (11) Mountain Stream launches himself to splash-land on the ships deck, showering the crowd with fresh water in the process.
A Fire Elemental shakes an angry fist in protest.

* DICE ROLL 1 *

Balflap rolls - 3
Mountain Stream rolls - 7

Blaflap advances, raising his mighty sword - Mr Cutty - as he goes only to tread on one of many trout that have mysteriously appeared and fall flat on his back.
Some of the zombies from the crowd clamber into the arena angrily, looking to protect their chosen hero. These fools are obliterated by a Trout Swarm sent their way by the watery foe.
Angry curses can be heard from below as a Giant Penguin loses some of his valuable crew.

Blaflap tries to stand only for Mountain Stream to cast Slippery Escape, turning the surrounding water into ice. The Fallen Knight is sent sliding down the hatch to the bar below where a Penguin and his band enquires "Arrr, some Death Metal for you, maybe?".
Mountain Stream launches himself into the nearest cloud as he awaits his next bout.

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Fight 15

Blocking out the sun as it hogs most of the arena for itself is (34) Crossty, a very tall robot that seems to be more feet than anything else.
Bounding in to face him, spinning his magical pole, is (32) The Pole Dance Master. He addresses the crowd "It's hard to be humble, when you're as great as I am".

* DICE ROLL 1 *

Crossty rolls - 8
The Pole Dance Master rolls - 7

As the The Pole Dance Master attempts to Pirouette around his foe, jabbing as he goes, he takes a good kicking simply by virtue of Crossty moving at all invloves 200 feet kicking out in all directions.

* DICE ROLL 2 *

Crossty rolls - 8
The Pole Dance Master rolls - 5

The Pole Dance Master climbs onto his pole to avoid the robot but in the process, his magical pole comes into contact with his hairy armpit and throws the man to the ships deck in a hissy fit.
Crossty sees something glittering off to the side in the water and murmurs "Oooh, shiny!" before trundling towards it to get a better look, not even hearing the pitiful pleas of the man that is crushed beneath his multitude of feet as he goes.

Crossty has left the arena while The Pole Dance Master is at the bar having a drink.

Congratulations to Mountain Stream for his spectacular display of environmental advocacy...

The necromancer looked at Balflap angrily and signaled him that it was time to leave.
Probably to go desecrate some other church as a punishment.
The undead knight hoped that the elemental entity could have neutralized his evil captor, but alas, it only concentrated his attacks on him.
Balflap could have resisted more against some human-sized foe, but who can defeat a magical puddle? Certainly not a skeleton minion.
No freedom for him for now. Maybe another time..

Ready to enter the arena, Supreme Commissioner Taxira whispers,
"Dusty, you may be difficult to completely eliminate or ignore... just like me."
Then she turns to BJGamer's band and says, "Could ye please play Keep Your Head Up by Andy Grammer? Arrr!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILtDs0MmRHE

I would like to thanks Doc0075 for his hilarious fight descrioptions. My character did not win the fight, but at least, he is having a (free?) drink at the bar ;-)

Cool attitude!
The drinks are definitely free. And on the rocks...

When it was all over and the defeated (un)dead knight slipped out, the Mountain Stream calmly returned to its beloved alpine meadows. There, it rested beneath the open sky, its waters slowing to a gentle murmur as the strains of Vltava drifted softly through the air — whether played by the wind, the stones, or some old mountain magic. And here it will remain, until the Arena calls it once more to battle.

The Four Maidens of the Apocalypse joined the outside of the arena. The sun was beginning to set, but the air was still warm.
- "Nice shot!". Morticia congratulated her companion, and the two girls exchanged a high-five.
- "I never would have thought that we could be so challenged by a cat-girl," admitted Malaria.
- "A gourl-kat!"
- "What?"
- "A gourl-kat, not a kat-gourl!". Famelia coughed, still trying to remove the cat hair stuck on her tongue.
- "Argh! That damn creature bit and scratched my nose", grumbled Lisbeth. "I nearly got disfigured."

- "Scars build character, and perhaps it would have taught you a lesson," intoned a deep and resonant voice. The riders turned around and recognized their respective fathers. Except for Famine, who had a mischievous little smile, the others wore a grave and solemn expression, although this was more an interpretation than a statement. Indeed, Death always had an impassive face, and only her pale abyssal blue eyes could betray his mood, if one had enough courage or madness to dare look him in the eye without faltering. As for War and Pestilence, their faces hidden by their helmets did nothing to ease the tension.

War continued.
- "You almost made a fool of yourself in front of that anthropomorphic thing."
- "A girl-cat", Famelia clarified, but they gave her such a look that she preferred not to say more.
- "How do you expect to be taken seriously if you spend your time bickering instead of staying focused and forming a united group?", added Pestilence.
- "What are you doing here?", Morticia asked her father.
- "WE ARE HERE TO ENCOURAGE YOU. YOU WANT TO PROVE TO THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE OUR HEIRS? VERY WELL. BUT LEARN TO GET ALONG AND FIGHT AS A SINGLE WARRIOR, NOT AS BOUNTY HUNTERS. CAN YOU IMAGINE IF WE OURSELVES HAD TO ARGUE ABOUT WHO WOULD BE THE BEST AT BRINGING MISERY AND SUFFERING TO THIS WORLD? WHAT WOULD THAT LEAD TO?"
- "To a better world, without death or destruction?!", Malaria said in a half-whisper.
"- Exactly!", replied Famine.
- "TO CONQUER TOGETHER OR FAIL TOGETHER. THE CHOICE IS YOURS."

There was an awkward silence, where each girl looked at the other, wondering who would have the courage to ask the question. It was Famelia who took the risk.
- "So, what do you expect from us?"
- "That you make a choice. A crucial choice. For yourselves and for the entire world: will you follow in our footsteps or take a path, let's say, less deadly?", replied Famine. "We had no choice, but you, my little ones, can decide your future and avoid making the same mistakes we did. By winning this tournament, you will gain, in our eyes and in the eyes of the universe, the legitimacy necessary to ride in our stead and no longer be harbingers of an unalterable misfortune."
The four entities of the Apocalypse gave the girls time to reflect on Famine’s words. It was a lot of revelations to digest after such a battle.

But they still had time ahead of them to question themselves.
Once is not customary, War decided to lighten the atmosphere and change the subject.

- "A victory is a victory. And to celebrate that, we brought you some little gifts." He began to whistle. Four horses appeared in the distance, neighing.
- "Our mounts? I thought we couldn’t take them," said Morticia.
- "You looked like peasants going to the market when you entered the arena", boomed War. "Do you want to be nicknamed The Four Wanderers of the Apocalypse?"
- "We spoke with The Shadowy Figure", Pestilence clarified. "He allows you to ride your horses in the next battle, if you want."
- "How do you know him?", asked Lisbeth.
- "HE IS A VERY OLD FRIEND. WE MADE GOOD BUSINESS TOGETHER IN THE PAST BECAUSE WE WORKED IN THE SAME INDUSTRY. THEN HE SWITCHED FIELDS AND MADE A FORTUNE IN TRADING AND DIGITAL MARKETING, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IMPLIES... BUT BE CAREFUL, THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU WILL GET ANY SPECIAL TREATMENT!"

- "And another little gift." Famine handed them colorful envelopes.
- "Invitations to a private party?", exclaimed Famelia.
- "It's an open secret, but The Shadowy Figure likes to organize themed parties alongside his tournament. Tonight's is a hard rock and heavy metal concert featuring big names like Bon Scott from AC/DC, Lemmy Kilmister from Motörhead, Ozzy Osbourne from Black Sabbath and a surprise guest, Ace Frehley from Kiss.”

The girls screamed with joy and jumped into their fathers' arms.

- "Let's get ready for the party! Whooop, Whooop!" shouted Malaria.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse watched their daughters walk away, ready to forget their worries for the evening.
- "Ah, teenagers! I don't even remember being their age", said Famine.
- "Probably because you were never a teenager", War teased. The horsemen burst out laughing, even if to foreign ears, it sounded more like the wails of the damned.