[Clash Of Blades Season 1] Week 5: Wulfrin vs (Tricolor)Mina

[Kindling 0]

A Mountaintop so far in the sky, that it's upper reaches and summit are permanently shrouded in thick, white clouds, obscuring the home of the gods from view. Olympia. Reminiscent of it's real life counterpart, Olympus, the grey rocks of granite, marble, and unquarried stone stand all as a stark reminder of the divinity of it's inhabitants. It was difficult to describe, something about the face of that natural structure screamed perfection. As though Cardinal itself injected the word into the mind of any who gazed upon it. Though, in effect, it was much like a museum artifact; you could look, but not touch. Guardians, in their shining bronze and brass armor stood vigilant, their long spears pointed up, their round shields held to cover most of their torso and neck. Impeccably on guard, and with godlike discipline, each of those sentinels stood perfectly still in their perimeter around the base of this most sacred mount. Any who stepped too close, would be met with their spears being lifted and slamming the ground all in unison, creating a thunder that cracked off the rocks and throughout the dusty highlands surrounding it's starting point. Just out of their range, there was a large, oblong rectangle of sorts. More of a stretched out oval, really. There, the various independent city-states of the floor would gather, once every four years and hold their games. Where they would bring their most talented athletes, those blessed by their very own gods to have the physicality, and the intellect to match strategy and dedication to their constant, relentless diligence and practice. 

It was there that the elder statesmen and the kings of the surrounding area had agreed to allow Kindling and Minako to host their own version of the games. With the sales pitch that, much like the denizens of Floor 17, there were talented individuals among the players. That they deserved a chance to shine, that they also craved the entertainment, and the adoration that came through victory and participation in a competition. That players needed a sport to be at least somewhat deadly to truly express their gifts, and find their thrill. Something to which those rulers and representatives were sympathetic to, understanding that players often charged head first into danger, constantly risking their lives. It made sense that their "fun" would need to match the stakes.

Though, there was no real chance of death. Kindling stood up from his lounging chair, bringing his hands together as he looked over to the collection men and women from Athenaia who had been hired to play their instruments of Lyres, Kithara, Aulos, Pan pipes and flutes, Tambourines, and Sistrums. With that call, they began warming up, and then one by one, playing. Filling the air first with the horn to heed the attention of all those in attendance. Ths week boasted a decent turn out, at least of NPCs. Those who could afford the time to travel from their far reaching cities throughout the floor, and make the journey to watch a day full of fights among those who their tales spoke of players. Many believing that some were akin to the heroes and tragic figures in their tales and epics. Kindling was dressed for the occasion, in his mix of robes and toga, accented with dark red silk, paired with those shin-sandals often depicted for people of this time period.

The host stepped out, bringing his voice over the rows separated by lists and columns for the crowd. His arms raised high above his head, and slowly lowering flatly in front of him. 

"Spectators and Combatants! Countrymen and Comrades!"

He began simply with that boom of introduction throughout the clearing.

"Today, we gather here to begin another week of our glorious competition! Today, we welcome the admiration, and the focus of the very Gods in Olympia themselves. Tired are the stories of old, they say. Exhausted of hearing of Kings on boats, or the forgotten bastards of heroes who rise. Of Labyrinths and Minotaur, of a ship that none can identify the origin. No - Today we shall give both the Gods, and Prometheus's humble creation of wisdom - all of those in attendance - new stories to tell. New legends to breathe life and light into their existence!"

He put his hands out to the side, a signal for the first two combatants to step into their respective sides of the long line of the clearing. "To my left, the first of those would-be Heroes, A man who has adjusted to a shifting meta of builds, one who brought a bomb to a swordfight in his first week, a Tracker who was understandably concerned with the implications of fighting beneath an eldritch monster possibly to the death - ITS WULFRIN!" Letting the homemade confetti of some of the spectators fly out and land in the opening of the arena, as well as any of the cheering and clapping that accompanied it. 

"To my right, the second of potential myths, A woman who put an end to the impressive winning streak of one orange-haired frontliner, a strategist who takes their time, one who is climbing her way back up through the records of wins and losses - ITS TRICOLORMINA!" Another similar moment to allow the appropriate fanfare, as well as any taunting that the fans of each side gave toward the other. After all, it wouldn't be a sport if those spectating didn't act rowdy, loud, and got in each other's face. 

Then, Kindling raised a flat palm directly in front of him. "The Gods seek their own entertainment. They wish to see those who fight here today to ascend, to break the mold of mundanity. They bestow their divine boon upon those in contest!" No sooner had Kindling gotten the sentence out, then there was a stir in the clouds above. A yellow lightning bolt flashed down in an instant, striking the empty brazier of bronze that stood in the direct center of the two combatants. In the UI of both those fighting, they'd find a second health bar appear and fill up directly underneath their first. Doubling their HP maximum. 

"It is best to not keep them waiting. Speak to your fellow legend now, and prepare your blades. On my mark..." Giving the crowd a moment of bated breath before the host would lower his hand, and the horn would sound to begin their fight.

~~~Σ~~~Ω~~~θ~~~

Welcome to the Fifth week of Clash of Blades - Heroes of Olympia! This week's thematic is fairly simple; The Event Shop has some Greek-Myth inspired armaments and items, and whatever your HP is after calculations - Double it.
 There has been several changes from last week, so please be sure to have the Informational at the ready!
Another soft reminder to NOT use outside items. Please use only the items purchased in the Event Shop.

 

Spoiler

• Please remember to LINK your Spreadsheet, and triple check that all your stats are correct. Failure to do so before the actual combat begins will result in a loss by default. Going forward, we will be taking a much more hardline stance on this rule. The reason for that is out of respect for the time and energy of the hosts, and your fellow participants. 
• TECH-A is disabled this week, and cannot be used. Get your stuns and CC somewhere else!
• @Wulfrin @tricolor_mina

 

 

 

[Wulfrin 0]

"Olympus," Wullfrin muttered as he stepped towards the arena. "I wondered when Clash of Blades would grace your floor." Fresh off a loss of his own choosing, opting to not risk his competitor's life on a floor full of uncertainties. This time though, without the threat of looming death at the hands of some freak glitch or error in the code or nightmare horror monster, Wulfrin would pull no punches. He began to invoke the gods of the very palace they were about to do battle in.

"O Ares, son of Zeus and Hera, God of War and Battle, you who take joy in the clash of steel and the roar of conflict, I call upon you." Wulfrin would kneel in the center of the arena baring his blade of celestial steel for the gods to bless and interact with of their own devices. "Grant me your strength, O Ares, to stand firm against my foes. Let me face them with courage and determination, undeterred by fear or doubt. Let my spirit be unwavering, my resolve firm, and my actions decisive. I pray for victory, not just in this battle, but in the face of all adversity. May my actions be guided by wisdom and skill, and may I emerge victorious, not through brute force alone, but through strategic planning and unwavering resolve. I understand your nature, O Ares, and I honor your power. I seek not to manipulate or control you, but to align myself with your fierce and untamed spirit. May your favor be upon me, and may I bring honor to your name. I praise and honor you, O Ares, god of war." 

"O Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategic battle, Daughter of Zeus and Metis, whose craft and wit excelled among the mighty Titans. You are the embodiment of cunning and tactical brilliance, and I seek your guidance in this time of conflict.  Wise in all things, goddess; your cunning and guile are well known. Your understanding of strategy and the human condition is unmatched, and I implore you to illuminate my path.  In time of war, you have no equal in tactics or in strategy; many armies have you guided to victory. I call upon your power to guide my actions, to help me make the right decisions, and to lead me to victory. Grant me a sound mind and steady temper, bless me with good judgment, show me the long view. May I remain calm under pressure, make wise decisions, and see beyond the immediate chaos to the larger strategic picture. May my actions be guided by your favor, and may I emerge victorious, not through brute force, but through skillful strategy and unwavering resolve. I seek not only to win, but to win with honor and with the wisdom that you, Athena, embody.  May I be a worthy vessel for your wisdom, and may my actions reflect your favor and guidance: I strive to be a worthy follower of your path, and to use the gifts you bestow on me with wisdom and purpose. Athena, hear my plea and grant me your favor in this time of need. "

"Golden Nike, blessed goddess, I call to you, the winged messenger of triumph, the embodiment of victory in all endeavors. I humbly beseech you to grant me your favor, to heighten my skill where it may be lacking, and to augment my might where it may be wanting. Grant me strength of will and swiftness of step, to steady my hand, and to lead me to triumph in this Clash of Blades. May your wings carry me to victory, may I be blessed with the laurel wreath, the symbol of your grace, and may my name be etched in the annals of success. I thank you, Nike, for your unwavering presence and for the hope of victory you inspire in my heart."

"This battle i dedicate to you," Wulfrin announced as she rose to his feet, his blade pointed towards the sky and the gods above. "Great Gods and Goddesses of Olympus I ask your blessing to duel within your honored presence and that your strength and power flow through me as a vessel today." Finally Wulfrin's blade and gaze fell upon his opponent, Mina. "May our battle be one worthy of our honored guests."

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Initiative:
ID 243066 | LD 5

* * *

Wulfrin | HP: 440/440 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT:52 | ACC:3 | AA  | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH:6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD:3 | Flame Aura 8 | SUSHI                                                                                                                            

Spoiler

"Name: Wulfrin
True Tier: 6
Level: 10
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 200/200
EN: 43/43

Stats:
Damage: 10
Mitigation: 36
Accuracy: 3
Battle Healing: 6
Loot Die: 3
Stealth Rating: -3
AA PHASEPARA-IM REC: 2
HLY: 4
Equipped Gear:
Weapon/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Blade of Zariel | AA | Holy 2 | Phase
Armor/Trinket: 
  - Helldusk Armor | T4 Demonic Armor | MIT 2 | REC 2
Shield/Armor/Trinket: 
  - Echos | ACC III | PARA-IM

Combat Mastery:
  - Combat Mastery: Damage R3

Combat Shift:
  - 

Familiar Skill:
  - 

Custom Skill:
  - 

Skills:
  - Battle Healing R3
  - Charge
  - Energist
  - Heavy Armor R3
  - Searching R3
  - Straight Sword R3

Extra Skills:
  - Forgotten King's Authority
  - Frozen Hide
  - Meditation

Inactive Extra Skills:
  - Disguise
  - Survival
  - Brawler
  - Assault Mode

Addons:
  - Focus
  - Iron Skin
  - Precision
  - Stamina

Mods:
  - Impetus
  - Night Vision

Inactive Mods:

Battle Ready Inventory:

Housing Buffs:
  - Basic Kitchen: Increase the effectiveness of a single food item consumed in a thread by +1 T1 slot. This can exceed normal Cook enhancement caps. Ex: A perfect T2 MIT food gives 35 MIT instead of 30.
  - Storage Closet: +1 Battle Ready Inventory Slot
  - Living Room: Increases out of combatHP regen by (5 * Tier HP) and decreases full energy regen to 2 Out of Combat Posts.
  - Attic (Storage): +5% bonus col from monster kills and treasure chests
  - Basement: Gain +1 to LD, Stealth Rating, Stealth Detection, or Prosperity to one post in a thread. Can be applied after a roll
  - Master Bedroom: -1 energy cost for the first three expenditures of each combat
  - Master Bathroom: The first time you would suffer DoT damage in a thread, reduce damage taken from DoT each turn by 25% (rounded down)
  - Extended Workshop: +2 Crafting EXP per crafting attempt and +1 crafting attempt per day
  - Ornate Fishing Pond: +2 Fishing EXP per Attempt and additional +1 LD & CD to fishing attempts.
  - Dining Hall: Turn 3 identical food items (same quality, tier, & enhancements) into a Feast. A Feast contains 6 portions of the food items sacrificed. Feasts created this way cannot be used outside of the thread they are created. Limit 1 item created per thread.
  - Mega Slime Farm: +10% EXP to a thread. Limit one use per month. Must be used on a player's first post in a thread. Cooldown begins counting down when used in a post.

Guild Hall Buffs:
  - Trading Hall: Reduce LD needed for Salvage by 5 (10+ for Alchemist crystals, 6+ for everything else). +2 EXP per craft. Rank 9 crafters and Rank 4 merchants/performers receive +1 crafting/identification attempt per day. Rank 10 crafters and Rank 5 merchants/performers receive +2 crafting/identification attempts per day.
  - Treasury: +5% bonus col from last-hit monster kills and +10% bonus col from treasure chests.

Scents of the Wild Totem:

Wedding Ring:

Crafting Profession:
 - Blacksmith[2250exp] R8
Gathering Profession:
 - Fishing[509exp] R5"                                                                                                                            

Spreadsheet

Edited March 15 by Wulfrin

[Boreas 0]

Boreas and the rest of the crowd awed by Wulfrin's speech clapped and awaited the arrival of Tricolor_Mina... however she had yet to come. Murmur's of the crowd began to become louder and everyone began to ponder where the fighter had gone off to or if something had happened to them. Boreas looked toward Wulfrin with a slight frown, he figured that it would be rather disappointing that if he we're to just walk away with a win without putting on a show for the audience and even worse: the gods he dedicated his victory to. Boreas wasn't simply going to let things as they were and took matters into his own hands. Getting up from his seat, he walked down the steps and towards the bottom of the stands and jumped onto the protective wall to keep people from falling. The crowd looking at Boreas in bewilderment cheered as Boreas jumped down into the battlefield. Landing onto the ground about 30 feet away from Wulfrin on his knee and a hand on the ground, Boreas stood placing his hand on his chest with a bow towards him saying "I apologize sir that I am not Mina, however the show must go on. And I'd hate to see your speech go to waste."

Boreas then turned to the crowds for the Clash of Blades and began a speech of his own "My dear people and god's above! Do you wish to walk away unsatisfied with all your battle's night?! To the god's above do you wish this man's dedication and prayers to you go unheard as a opponent didn't show?! I beseech you all! Allow me, Boreas the Golden Wolf to fight in Mina's stead! From now until she returns to the Clash! And if she isn't to return, then I shall fight for her and claim victory in her name!" the crowd then cheered out excited to see the battle continue, and after a moment a menu had appeared before Boreas, it was everything that Mina had purchased for the week for this very fight. Boreas smirked, it seemed that the gods blessed him to fight in her stead. With a determined glance he turned back around to Wulfrin.

[Some battle music for you]

Pushing up his aviator sunglasses up to his eyes with two fingers, he let out a chuckle and stepped towards now his opponent. He placed his hand on his regal gold and silver rapier and slowly pulled it out from his side and spoke to him personally "Well well, it seems the gods above approve of my interference, however I must tell you my good man, while you show dedication towards them don't expect to get their blessing just because you asked with a unfettered determination, they demand a show and proof of your dedication, because if you wish to be like a phoenix to rise up from the ashes-" he activated his Charge skill and dashed immediately to Wulfrin "-YOU HAVE TO GET BURNED FIRST." then unleashing the Sword Art he prepared he pierced onto Wulfrin's armor then slashed his chest three times before kicking him back with his foot. "Come at me! En garde!"

ID: 243358 - LD: 16
ID: 243359 - BD: 5+4-1=8 (Hit!)

Sword Art Used: ST-1 (x11) w/ Charge | DMG: 9+3=12*8=96-52-8=36 (Taking 4 burn damage for Flame Aura)
Boreas | HP: 442/450 | EN: 33/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | BH: 6 | LD: 1 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Flame Aura: 8
Wulfrin | HP: 404/440 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 3 | AA | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH: 6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD: 3 | Flame Aura: 8 | SUSHI
(Editiors Note: in the roller I put ST-II because I was a tired bean and didnt read my stuff correctly, sorry ;w;)

Spoiler

Boreas, the Second of Seven
True Tier: 4
Level: 10
Paragon Level: 0
HP: 205
EN: 43

Stats:
DMG: 9
ACC: 4
EVA: 4
LD: 1
Battle Healing: 6 per turn
Bleed: 8-10 (12 damage per turn)
Paralyze: 9-10

Equipped:
Internum Sanguin [Tier 1 Perfect Rapier - Bleed II/Paralyze I]
Insignia Bangle [Tier 1 Perfect Jewelry - Accuracy III]
Eternal Reminder [Tier 1 Perfect Trinket - Evasion III]

Skills:
Rank 3 | Rapier
Rank 3 | Battle Healing
Rank 3 | Combat Mastery: Damage
Charge
Energist
Unhindered

Extra Skills:
Rank 3 | Leadership

Edited March 17 by Boreas

[Wulfrin 0]

"Fair enough," Wulfrin shrugged as the unexpected challenger made their entrance into the ring. "May our duel be worthy of the gods' attention."

The elegant rapier came from out of nowhere, the accompanying charge skill immediately put Wulfrin on the defensive. As the battle began, the effects of his pre fight meals took effect causing a raging fire to erupt from beneath the plates of his armor. The flames lashed outward in retaliation of Boreas's swift strikes as Wulfrin struggled to keep up with the incoming attacks. When his opponent was made vulnerable at the end of their sword art, Wulfrin attempted a retaliatory strike of his own. He had come prepared to meet Mina in the ring, and this proved to be his undoing slightly. Wulfrin's strike arced harmlessly through the air as his agile opponent slipped out of reach in a flash. Wulfrin quickly changed tactics and channeled the frigid aura of the blade that remained stored in his inventory. For the next few moments, he would become a walking contradiction of icy armor wreathed in raging fire.

"You'll have to come at me with a bit more than that," Wulfrin scoffed as he took a more defensive stance, an unmoving object with a combination of cold calculation and burning determination to win. "This is going to be fun."

* * *

Recovery: None
Wulfrin regains 12 HP (BH doubled due to double HP not auto calculated by sheet for blocks)
Cooldowns: Frozen Hide (1/4)

Post Action: [x8] ST-I vs Boreas (8 En) Missed attack -2 EN
Free Action: Frozen Hide (-5 En, T1 Frost Aura and Frost Thorns Applied to Wulfrin

ID 243361 | BD 4+4-4=4 | Miss

Boreas | HP: 442/450 | EN: 33/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | BH: 6 | LD: 1 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Flame Aura: 8
Wulfrin | HP: 416/440 | EN: 36/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 52 56 | ACC: 3 | AA | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH: 6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD: 3 | Flame Aura: 8 | SUSHI | Frost Thorns [h:2,c:4]/2 | Frost Aura 2
(Editior's Note: Flame Aura deals 8 damage per attack. Trial by Fire is worded oddly in shop. HP totals adjusted accordingly.)

Edited March 17 by Wulfrin

[Boreas 0]

"Oh my friend, it shall." he replied to Wulfrin.

After Boreas' initial assault, he took a leap back after Wulfrin had attempted a strike of his own easily dodging the attempt he tried on Boreas. Boreas looked up to Wulfrin with a bit of a cockier grin as this was his first attempts in PvP and found himself... having a lot more fun than he expected immediately. "Let us keep the fun going then my good sir, after all, I have plenty of fight left in me. You will soon see." afterward he pulled out from his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small red capsule, then with a pinch of his fingers it began to emit a strong bright fire as he tossed it onto Wulfrin causing burns onto him. As he did, Boreas quickly moved forward and once again pierced onto his chest and with a few slashes onto his chest he then slashed into the shoulder opening slicing it slightly causing him to bleed from its wound. After he noticed the capsule didn't fully do as it was intended, a bit confused however he shook it off, wrote it off as a effect from the shop that stops this sort of thing. "Come on, let me see what you're capable of." he taunted back.

ID: 243362 - BD: 10 (Major Crit!)

Sword Art Used: ST-II (x11) | DMG: 9+2=11*11=121-56-8=57 (Proc Bleed, Burn. Wulfrin in DM's decided to remove the Burn with Sushi.)
Swift Action: Used Phoenix Flare
Boreas | HP: 436/450 | EN: 23/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | BH: 6 | LD: 1 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Flame Aura: 8
Wulfrin | HP: 359/440 | EN: 36/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 52 56 | ACC: 3 | AA | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH: 6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD: 3 | Flame Aura: 8 | Frost Thorns [h:2,c:4]/2 | Frost Aura 2 | Bleed (12): 2/2

Edited March 17 by Boreas

[Wulfrin 0]

Thank the gods for sushi plates, Wulfrin thought to himself as Boreas continued an unrelenting assault. A small red gem shattered in his opponent's fingers as the rapier rapidly approached Wulfrin's form. In his distracted state, Wulfrin was unable to avoid the carefully aimed attack. The burst of fire dispersed across Wulfrin's armor harmlessly as both his Sushi feast and Frozen Hide faded from him. Wulfrin stumbled back briefly clutching his right side, just below his ribs. As Wulfrin examined his left hand, he found it covered in the familiar red pixels signifying a bleed effect, his battle healing only just able to stave off the increased residual damage.

"I'll give you everything I've got!" Wulfrin roared as he readied his blade, refocusing on his target.

Boreas was swift and agile, much in the same vein as Morningstar. The difference between this battle and the one with Morningstar was that the tournament had banned the use of his main way of handling such threats. Sure Freeze was still an option but it had a random chance of activating during a fight and with how short the fights were, the chances of it activating were slim at best. That left big damage fast, a feat he could accomplish only with this new blade of his. Wulfrin charged forward attempting to strike Boreas, to no success. Boreas seemingly predicting Wulfrin's attack, sidestepped him effortlessly.

"Seems like my best isn't going to be enough," Wulfrin smiled as he took another defensive stance. "Guess I'll just have to push myself beyond my limits."

* * *

Recovery: ID 243392 | CD 4 | +0 EN
Wulfrin regains 1 EN and 12 HP (BH doubled due to double HP not auto calculated by sheet for blocks) Takes 12 Damage from bleed. Frozen Hide ends
Cooldowns: Frozen Hide (2/4)

Post Action: [x8] ST-I vs Boreas (8 EN) Miss (-2 en)
Free Action:

ID 243391 | BD 1+4-4=1 | Miss

Boreas | HP: 434/450 | EN: 23/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | BH: 6 | LD: 1 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Flame Aura: 8
Wulfrin | HP: 359/440 | EN: 35/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 3 | AA | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH: 6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD: 3 | Flame Aura: 8 | Bleed (12): 1/2

Edited Saturday at 07:51 PM by Wulfrin

[Boreas 0]

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ID: 243393 - BD: 2+4=6 (Hit!)

Sword Art Used: ST-I, Damage: 9*8=72-52=20
Swift Action: Basilisk Fang [Inflicting T2 Envenom, 16 damage, for 4 turns]
Additonally: Boreas will concede this match following his attack. Victory is not possible for Boreas.

Boreas | HP: 432/450 | EN: 16/43 | DMG: 9 | ACC: 4 | EVA: 4 | BH: 6 | LD: 1 | BLD: 12 | PARA | Flame Aura: 8
Wulfrin | HP: 339/440 | EN: 35/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 52 | ACC: 3 | AA | PHASE | PARA-IM | BH: 6 | REC: 2 | HLY: 4 | LD: 3 | Flame Aura: 8 | Bleed (12): 1/2 | Envenom (16): 4/4

Edited March 17 by Boreas