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JEDIGUNSHIP Title: C&G Game Host Registered: May '08	Date Posted: 8/1 12:34pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	IC: Grush Terk Cloud City Carbon Freezing Chamber The chamber and the atmosphere around it did not seem right from the moment that Grush Terk walked into its confines. From the history archives he had been used to reading, he had learned that a certain Jedi and Sith Lord had duelled here once, and said Jedi had been the beginning of the new Jedi movement that he himself was a part of. That Sith Lord, Grush could not think of the name, had been too much for the promising Jedi, and had defeated the young adult almost with complete ease. It was ironic that as the Jedi had grown, he was able to vanquish the Sith and put him in the same position not too long after. It was almost as if this chamber was a turning point in the career of said Jedi Knight, and Grush knew that whatever other figure was in the chamber with him, that this confrontation would be something historical; a rematch of light versus dark, purity against power, wisdom against strength. This match would push both combatgants to their limits, and would force the best, or the worst, from both of them in the process. As he descended the staircase, the lights on the sides of each step lit up in a dim orange glow, providing only a little more light in the dim chamber. He could still not see his opponent, who was shrouded somewhere on the other side of the chamber. Even if he could not see the other individual, Grush could feel his presence through the Force; he could tell that the individual was very skilled, and would provide a ferocious opponent. An outburst of steam erupted from one of the vents on the ceiling, and the chamber was shrouded in even more of the vapor it provided, adding to the already moody and foreboding atmosphere. In the center, the carbon freezing unit sat there, unused for some time after being manipulated to freeze a human being in carbon, something that had contriuted to that historic match between the Jedi and Sith. Although unused, the unit still radiated evil, like there was a trace from the Sith Lord's actions still floating around it to mark what deeds had been done with it. Brief images flashed before Grush's eyes; one of white-clad soldiers leading dark figures around a catwalk towards the dreaded mechanical carbon freezing unit, and an image of the Sith Lord, his body almost invisible in the steam-filled chamber. After this image appeared, another one took its place; this one of a man no older than about 20 years of age fighting that same Sith Lord, the piercing blue of the man's blade colliding against the eerie red of the Sith's blade and causing a shower of sparks to fly around the chamber. Then, almost as quickly as it had appeared, the image vanished, causing Grush to snap back into reality. His opponent, who he still could not see, seemed to have put a damper on all physical actions except for simple thinking processes, which Grush thought was a curious maneuver for a Sith. Nothing he had ever learned about the polar opposites to the Jedi had ever told him that a Sith would ever pass up the opportunity to make the first srike in battle. The circumstances were very curious, and Grush knew that he would have to tread carefully if he was to come out victorious in the upcoming fight he knew would eventually erupt between the two of them. Yes. I am much like him, and soon enough billions will realize it. The Sith had spoken, his voice echoing around the chamber. However, who was he talking to? Grush did not sense anyone else in the chamber, so this question lingered in the back of his mind. However, the sounds of the Sith were closer than Grush had originally estimated when he had entered; the Sith had gotten closer as he himself had, and now they could not be too far from about 10 or so meters from each other. However, the steam made it difficult to see, and a chill ran down the spine of the Jedi; something seemed out of place in the chamber, but he wasn't sure what that was. Reaching down to pull out his lightsaber hilt, he grabbed it, ready to ignite the twin blades when necessary. However, he was not about to make the first move; still, if the Sith was not going to jump out of the steam and attack, he would have no choice but to try and surprise his opponent and buy time to come up with a plan. He felt sweat running down his neck, but he wasn't sure if it was nervousness or the amount of steam present in the chamber. He just knew that one of them had to make the first move. TAG: Despised -----signature----- Blue and yellow make a green lightsaber. How do you get red out of blue? Council Member in the New Jedi Trials/ Commander-in-Chief of the Rebel Alliance Addicted to Rock Band 2 and Proud of It! SWC Secret Rebel '09 Band Geek For Life!
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DarthXan318 Title: RPF Moderatrix Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 8/8 10:57pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Time's up. After some deliberation and talking to both parties, we're going to advance JEDIGUNSHIP to the next round on the grounds that he was held up waiting for his opponent to post. That's the most fair outcome. Thank you both for participating! The next round will begin shortly. -----signature----- Amateurs are amateurs because they do not love the game enough. One of Hammer's Angels
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/8 11:28pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Mid-Tournament Update! Quarterfinals Game 1.) Kev-Mas_Colcha vs. Sith-I-5 on Hoth. Winner: Sith-I-5 Game 2.) Ktala vs. Kahn_Iceay on Geonosis. Winner: Kahn_Iceay Game 3.) The_Loyal_Imperial vs. Mitth_Fisto on Kamino. Winner: Mitth_Fisto Game 4.) DarkLordoftheFins vs. Trimaj on Tattooine. Winner: DarkLordoftheFins Game 5.) Master-Of-Evil vs. JEDI_TEEGIRLOO on Naboo. Winner: JEDI_TEEGIRLOO Game 6.) JEDIGUNSHIP vs. Despised1 on Bespin. Winner: JEDIGUNSHIP Semis Game 7.) Sith-I-5 vs. Kahn_Iceay. Winner: Sith-I-5 (Kahn_Iceay has withdrawn from the tournament) Game 8.) Mitth_Fisto vs. DarkLordoftheFins Game 9.) JEDI_TEEGIRLOO vs. JEDIGUNSHIP Finals Sith-I-5 vs. Winner of Game 8 vs. Winner of Game 9 -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/17 12:41am Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament - Date Edited: 8/17 12:50am (3 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	Mustafar "You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith, not join them. You were to bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness." Great Destiny. Sometimes the places of destiny are places of great darkness. It is unfortunate for us all that this is the case, but such is the way of the world. Shadow always seems to follow the light. For every place of redemption seems to be a place of damnation. And amongst the damned, Mustafar stands tall as a place of great suffering. For it was on this hellish world that the hero of the Clone Wars turned away from his last chance at redemption. On the surface, far away from most of the mining facilities, there is a rocky island of cooler ground, surrounded by two magma rivers. These cool islands always seemed to be coming and going on the disturbed planet, but this one in particular has been cool for quite some time. The reason for this was a large metallic spire jutting out from the ground. This structure, extending high into the Mustafarian sky and scored by a good deal of lightning strikes, shone in the force. It was on this now warped structure that Darth Vader and Obi Wan Kenobi dueled, many, many years ago. It was this structure that fell over a waterfall of molten rock, and slowly floated for many years on the magma stream. And it is this structure, energizing both light and dark, that calls the semifinalists towards its remote location. TAG: Fins then Fisto -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/17 12:45pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Lorn Mustafar A world burning itself. A melting sea of endless change. A hell. There had to be many. Lorn felt a single drop of sweat wander over his face. He did not allow himself to wipe it away. It tortured him with it´s teasing prickle. The spots it made him itchy, he did not allow to himself to scratch. It wondered from his forehead to his nose. He raised his head and made it pass his lips, his chin, until he was stretching his head so far back, he had to open his mouth. It made it´s way down his neck and arrived on his chest. The drop of sweat was unstoppable. Like he had once been. He wore no shirt. Only the black trousers, torn apart now after his battle on Tatooine. Like a tear not allowed the drop of sweat paused. Then continued it´s way down. And Lorn released a single, thundering roar into the burning seas of Mustafar celebrating the sensation of the feel. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" Ripping his lightsaber hilt from his belt he pushed the emitter to his chest. His finger dropped on the ignition-button and applies pressure. His heart began beating fast, as if it knew of the coming energy that would melt it. Like everything melted on Mustafar. "AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGH!" He screamed again, trying to get hold of his rage. His mindless anger. Trying to turn it against himself. A micro-millimeter. All it needed for himself to end it was a little more pressure. Move the button a little more. Press it a little harder. Little-by-little did a man die. Nanometers. A distance so tiny, it was hardly perceivable at all and yet it was a distance his will could not bridge. Planets, systems and galaxies were within´ his reach, but this final nanometer between life and death . . . was a nanometer too far. Exhausted he let go. His lightsaber dropping to the ground before him. He could not take it anymore. Was the galaxy laughing at him? Silly boy, thought you were smart, but you´re a dumb toy. Isn´t it hard, to see through the lie? Of the fake you have been, but now you can´t die? He was prisoner of his own hypocrisy. The Jedi. The Jedi on Tatooine had defeated him in ways, no man ever could with a blade. Lorn´s superior understanding. The void inside of him. His hunger. All a lie. It´s all a lie. A lie. LIE! LIE! The lightsaber jumped into his hand again and he pressed it against his chest so hard, the skin was pierced and blood followed that drop of sweat downwards his torso. Was all his precious void just a hollow shape of his damaged self? Was there nothing inside, instead of nothing at all? His disgust of all living was failing him. The thought tortured him. Could it be? His master, his former master and his serene smile. The last words of his master had been a simple no. No. Lorn had not thought about in years. Now the memories did not let him go, anymore. The torturers in the prison his hypocrisy had become. Opening his eyes he stared into the melted lava, as if he hoped being blinded would make him not see the truth. There was no hiding in lava. It was light, too. What could he expect from the light? He had not killed his Master fast. No, no he had taken his time. Cut into his muscles. Subdued him and then made him watch as Lorn killed the other Padawans. Then finally he had stepped to his crippled Master and seen the fear in the weaklings eyes. And as he had laid his hands around his throat and pressed his fingers down so the old Zabrak slowly suffocated Lorn had understood . . . had finally understood . . . There was nothing worth living for. The galaxy itself was chain of deaths. An endless line of ending lives. There was nothing to worship in that. There was no sense. No deeper meaning. The only true purpose one could have was to serve the universe and bring death . . . or die yourself. He had shaped his life to reflect this wisdom. Had ignored all others. And brought them enlightenment through his burning blade. Rage. Anger. Death. He had spread it among the stars. And oh, had he been generous. And when his time had come, he had failed. Betrayed himself. He had wanted to be alive! Alive. And even now that his life turned into a lie and he could safe all he had become by simply pushing this button . . . he could not. Tears of despair made their way down his salty body. He sat there, on the island amidst the burning seas of Mustafar. The scorched structure nearby. It had been the reason why had com here in the first place. He stared at it. He had no idea for how long. Die. All he wanted was to die. To proof it. The truth. There. Was. No. Sense. In anything. Wisdom brings no profit to the wise, you say so, and in your demise, you would have found truth but isn´t it hard? Sad like lost youth, you cry like a retard. A presence ripped him from his catatonic state. A presence. Someone had come. It had been only a matter of time, of course. A force user. A hunter? Maybe. Revenge? Sweet, sweet revenge? Slowly Lorn raised. His hilts seemed to eagerly await his hands. Death could finally have found him. Death could proof to be the way, at last. He opened his mouth to shout. I am here! But nothing left his throat, except a cough. He smirked at himself. It had been long since he had done this. The heat had covered his body with sweat and smears of his own blood, dried by now. He wore no shirt, only his boots and the racks that remained of his trousers. His head was bald now. Shining from the sweaty film on it. And closing his eyes he send a pulse into the force. A signal. Making it easier for the other to find him if he did not find the structure first. He wanted him to find him. He needed him. Death. Death had finally come to Mustafar. Lorn grinned. And as he watched around he laughed out. The way the planet looked, death had probably been born here. Tag: Mitth-Fisto Force Powers used: None -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/17 7:28pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament - Date Edited: 8/17 7:34pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Mitth_Fisto
	Mika’sai’Jeisel Kamino/Junk Hauler/Mustafar She stood there on the platform, wind swept and perpetually drenched in the falling rains, staring at the small cargo ship that waited on the landing pad…her passage to a safe world where she, and Q9-X8, could find passage back to Susevfi or Dathomir from. Either way it would be a long trip with a lengthy explanation, but at least X8 agreed to do the paper work after severe threats upon his mainframe. Rotating her shoulder, experimenting with the range of motion of strength, she was pleased to find that there was no pain or loss from her previous injury by that long disappeared ‘Jedi’. Her armor was also repaired, to its newly fallen status between ‘resistant’ and ‘better than being slathered in cooking oil’. Plus if she ever found this council of force insane asylums escapee’s she would make sure they never returned to anywhere ever again. One had to admit that even for a rundown group of cloner’s they did excellent work, although dipping that deep into her discretionary funds wasn’t planned on, but what can do when your bleeding on a landing pad during a negotiation? She smirked slight as she gave a slight bow to her caretaker before turning to make her way unto the ship, with any luck she would have the droid back and be able to call in and claim this as some forced vacation time. _________________________________________________________________ As if life was ever that easy. True the ship had left that watery far behind hours ago, and the trip in it’s plainness was a nice continuation of the pace that the medical wards had set. But, like the proverb of a prisoner whose drink is always in view yet just beyond their reach, so to she felt would be their destination. She had ignored the pullings of the force that seemed to draw her in the opposite direction, and it was getting stronger that pull even as she raced in the opposite direction. It was almost anticlimactic when the captains voice cried out, with a few choice words that she surprisingly hadn’t heard before, that she merely walked to the front to look out the view port believing her calm trip having finally been interrupted. Nothing greeted her except Bandomeer glistening like a jewel in the distance. Only a short way from Dathomir. “What is it? Sith? Jedi? Kriff what is the matter?” the…well the race of the thing that filled more of a bowl than a seat moved an eyestalk, just one of it’s twenty some pseudopodia, as well as one that it spoke with toward her. “A sto-orm has forrrmed, and willll ovverrr take us! Maneuever no help-p-p. I willlll Llllivvve.” It shuddered slightly before…getting flushed seemed the most apt description as the seat it was on opened a small tube that it went down. Moments later a shudder signaled an escape pods departure. “Sith-spit! THAT…That Ugor!” finally she recalled the race. Running back she found Q9-X8 buffing his chasse, “We gotta leave now, to the escape pods!” “Yes Ma-Mis-Master.” Came the stuttering reply as it replaced its tool before lifting into the air turning just as the junk hauler they had caught a ride on shuddered, the smell of ozone filled the air gave only rise to her building sense of dread as she felt a stronger tug in the force. “Master, the way to the escape pods is blocked!” No sooner had the machine cried thus than she spied what appeared to be a small blue vortex advancing down the corridor, arcs of electricity seeming to both arc off it to burn the matter around it as well as arcing back propel it on to their doom. Stopping the droid with her hand she sighed, “This time we go peacefully. Maybe it won’t damage my armor further if I go before it builds more steam.” “That is faulty thinking Master, I suggest—“ “Your plating wasn't degraded last time and you went through sooner than I did. Just get the info back to Dathomir, your almost there.” She knew it wanted her, the force cared only for the living and if sacrificing herself to what was likely yet another duel would ensure that the information got back to her people… "I hate your logic Defender." “So be it.” She muttered through clenched teeth, feeling oddly that those words had been said before, and yet never fit the situation. She ran before leaping into the vortex, hoping that even if she died the plan would work. __________________________________________________________ What was it that was said of plans? All are but folly and wishful thinking…yah, that fit the results perfectly. Although unlike the last time she stayed awake, able to see as though through the force flashes and images of places as they passed by, most unrecognized from the brief glimpses, some more easily from the distinct life forms. Then a molten world filled her vision and instead of flashing it held steady, a world suspended between two others. Mustafar. Famous lore the known galaxy over for the duel that took place there between light and dark ideologies there, drenched in death and self-enshrouding darkness and heat much like a forgers kiln, but yet it had been the home to life within it’s rare dormant caves that slowly had taken root. A world of controversy and solitude, of the fight to live, and of shrewdness to survive. As her view came down a mountain side and headed down a river of lava she felt a pulse, a calling card fill the force, tainted as it was she knew this duel…this duel she might truly…enjoy. A structure, a spire rose in the distance and as the distance closed a lone figure became visible to her, slowly the vortex came to the edge of the spire. It’s force lightning sending arcs to race up it, as other splashed harmlessly onto the ground and into the smoke filled skies. Falling out she rolled and stood take in this unrobed figure in earnest, unblurred or obscured by arcing light. Blood dripped from his chest, from what looked like a circular wound, but the darkness that clung to this…thing gave tell to her that her delay was not in vain for a sith she might kill this day as surely as the lava that surrounded them was hot. Standing there she turned her side to him a moment, revealing the crimson patch that ran from her spine to nearly parallel her ribs to her side, the rest was as always, blood black armor with blood red detail around the teeth, twenty nails, and both eyes, with a subtle gold rimming around these. Of her armor it bore the resemblance unto that guardian and executioner beast of her world, the quarra. The vortex rose, flashing like a phantom into the air before it faded completely, then reappeared a moment later spitting out an object, one she recognized as Q9. “Sithspawn.” She grunted as she reached out a hand using a force pull to tug it up to keep it from splattering in the lava. Hovering for a moment it turned around a few times in place, taking in the new surroundings. “I’ll get help!” the droid shouted as it’s photoreceptor scanned over what she was sure was a sith, turning it sped off with more speed then she thought it could muster to the shore and then raced up it. “Sith!” She spat with a snarl to her opponent. “I might enjoy this.” With a feral hidden smile she raised her blades igniting them. Though only having been on this world a few seconds she knew the time was…to battle! TAG: Fin Force Powers Used: Force Pullx1 Previously Used: -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/20 3:15pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Lorn Island, Mustafar Lorn ignored the woman, as she arrived. Staring into the glowing red of the lava sea, feeling the pain of himself bleeding. The wounds aching from the salty sweat that seemed to burn into him like acid. It was something to hold on to. Something . . . familiar. Something that had survived the revelation of the liar known as Lorn. Pain. Still a loyal servant. Pain did not let you down. It served. Those in pain. So here she is, and ever was, whatever she says, whatever her cause, she shall find death but no remorse. He laughed out and his head snapped to the arrival. He did not probe her. Did not investigate her. Only superficially he realized she was armored. And had two blades. he did not really care. He did not really listen as she answered. Only hearing his blood in his head, rushing. The pulse of anger. Dadam. Dadam. Dadam. Dadam. Yes, it was powerful. This surge of aggression suddenly rising inside of him. This hatred that choose him. The incarnated in him. Masters, Sith, Jedi, Adepts and whatever he had found he had sacrificed to this anger, as if it was his dark god. And only now, that he found out how hollow this cause was, he could finally give himself fully to it. Because . . . He finally had found something worse hating for. Himself. Igniting both his blades he made his first step and suddenly could not stop. Could not stay silent. Could not allow this . . . whatever it was . . . to be alive. Rage. He felt rage. And it wasn´t even his rage. No, he had become rage´s Lorn. "Aaaaaaargh!" Summoning all his anger he raised both blades and made them crush into his enemy. Death. Confess. You made a joke, now I am mess. You did provoke you did harass. Now I am torn. I am less Lorn. Less. And less. The world slowed down. And it was torture to his soul. Having to wait so long, until his blades reached their target. When they finally did, his scream died down, as their wepaons began their deadly dance. Tag: Mitth Used Powers Rage 1 Speed 1 -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/20 9:37pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Mika’sai’Jeisel Island, Mustafar As the form finally turned, to look at her, or rather through her she knew he would make the first move. But it would not be her last act to die without making more of a battle than igniting her dual-bladed lightsaber. It was somewhat ironic actually, she would slay this Sith, for that was what he was she had no doubt, with a form of lightsaber best associated them. As the Jedi had long abandoned and discoraged the staff hilt design, while Sith remained more open, more willing to be versitile not only in the types of weapons they used but also in the forms. In this the Jensaarai were little different. So with piercing eyes she bore her sight with the aid of the force into those deep shadows, into that shifting hidden truth of what was yet to come. She watched the motions, heard the yell, saw the blows of fury come faster than humanly possible...before he had taken the breath to yell after his forboding laugh. Her own motions raced with the fluidity of the force as she stepped back upon their isle of isolation, their lava locked gladitorial arena. With both hands holding the hilt she twisted up her yellow blades, so similar to the searing yellow within the lava that so often is hidden, catching his two blades on her left to bat them to the right side. Then performing a crossover step to the left she quickly flipped the hilt to bring the opposite blade down past her right leg on its way up to bite into the mans chest before shifting her shoulders and arms to bring the left about. Her response was sure, a drilled technique that was down so pat it didn't require but a thought to begin to bring the end. This no battle would decide, for if the past was any indication it was not a pawn to be easily dispatched that she faced this day. No, upon this field of stone, encircled by a mote of firey rock, inset by a metal spire...no this was the field of those that did what they did not because they were good. No, this is where they fought because it was all they could do. Though joy and gladness filled her soul from the prospect, singing the rytes of scores passed by, for today she would prove her way...for she fought sith today! There yet was the sadness of a pawn that knew she was one if not simple, but wouldn't give a sith's spit about it till she faced another apponent. Not until she faced one she wouldn't mind expunging from the galaxy. TAG: Fin Force Powers Used: Battle Precognition x1 & Speed x1 Previously Used: Force Pullx1 -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/22 12:37pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Lorn Mustafar His blades were redirected and he hissed out his breath, finding the room to push himself into the air. The force reacted to his demands, his instincts guiding it through the anger, the rage that stormed inside of him. Pushing himself into the air and somersaulting over his enemy, the woman's blade would not find him, once it came up. His landing was less than perfect. His concentration clouded by his all consuming desire to find death failed him. He stumbled back. To far to attack with his blade. Death. His. Another's. Hers. Anybody's. To feel it again. He would give all to . . . feel it again. That rush. The power. The vanishing of life into the force, when he commanded it to be ended. He wanted it so bad . . . make it true again. Even if it was a lie. Then a lie was what he had left. He would make it true. kill so many, it would be true. Death would be a master. Again. Yes. Yes. Stumbling one step back, two fingers from his left hand were pointed at the . . . whatever she was . . . and blue lightning unloaded from them. His lightsaber held be the other three hurt in his hand, as it spasmed. Only a tiny part of his anger was given physical form. Blueish energy hurled at his faceless opponent. A scream accompanied the crackling of energy. One to make the galaxy itself know he was here. He was alive. He was coming for it. For all of it! As the lightning and the scream made their way to his enemy, he raised the second blade and charged forward again, slashing out for the head, as long as the enemy was still distracted. Hoping she did defend herself. He did not want this to be over soon. He wanted to see her suffer. And himself. He needed pain. Now. He just needed it. If death was denied to him, pain . . . pain would do. A little pain. Only a little suffering. Sweet, sweet suffering. And then death. Yes. Yes. Yes Yes Yes you have come here a enslaved by his vision - seer to find some little death. To breathe your final breath. So just see clear, leave it all behind, confront your fear, you´re out of your mind. Of your mind. Your mind. Mind. His scream would still echo when it died down with his dropping blade. An eruption of lava exploded in the deadly sea behind them as if it wanted to compliment his uncontrolled yell and the unnerving sound of energy-blades meeting would make this just such a perfect symphony. Tag: Mitth Used Powers this round Speed 1 Storm/Lightning 1 Already used powers Rage 1 Speed 1 -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/22 10:23pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Mika’sai’Jeisel Island, Mustafar She met no resistance in her swing for there was nothing to give it, the katta went by with but a glance as her opponent jumped beyond her blades. As she turned backing up slightly with the motion, like a predator missing with it's first attempt will circle the prey looking for where the next blow should be dilivered. Perfection given form, a way given embodiment. That was what they were, both of them from certain points of illumination and shadow, she could see that now as she felt the electricity arcing into her body that he began to release. It stopped her in her tracks looking at him, as he looked at her...or through her with that negligent gesture that carried such hatred given electical form from those few outstretched fingers. Smelling within her own helmet the searing of her own flesh as she dropped to a knee, feeling as it knawed not only on nerve endings and clusters, but on the very fabric of her soul...that aspect of herself that was transcendant from this crude matter was as wracked with the lightning as her physical form. Neither, neither one could give in to the darkness nor light that waited for them, the chaos or infinity of the hereafter. Not when this monster that screamed and spat this energy at her yet lived, not this the embodiment of what had stolen and killed children...her children. "You...made...me." She growled out in that interum through the pain and arcing lightning. A simple statement before she took her action as the lightning stopped, she reached out with the force, as she knelt with her lightsaber-staff secured in one hand. There was an old axium that applied here best: Oppertunities? They are all around us...there is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it. An old Ring Defender had made that statement to her back before she had armor, back when she was merely one of his children. She wondered if Orison Marden had ment it as she was about to use it. He was coming and nearly upon her, no time to think but to do, to use the oppertunity, the power... The lava rose bubbled and popped, but instead of falling back down into that melting river of rock and stone it flew. It flew to her, racing, covering, enshrouding her in the light of its glow and the shadow of it's awning. She felt as her seared form was stretched from the telekinetic feat but it was merely a step to injure her opponent, level the field more to her advantage. As the last gap sealed she plunged into the forced like a boulder into that river of lava. The lava about her shrank in closer, it's oppressive heat making each breath an effort to override her bodies desire to collapse as if it had been left in a desert for a month at a 100 degrees. Stars do not end that way and neither did this act as the lava reversed it's direction forcefully out bursting in all directions in its orange splendor! The reign of the quarra's fire was come, but she echoed these words as it flew forth. "Do you want to know the secret? Of life to death?" TAG: Fin Used Powers this round Telekenisis x1 Wave x1(if cumulative then last use) Already used powers Battle Precognition x1 Speed x1 Force Pullx1 -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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DarkLordoftheFins Title: RPG & Minis Forum D6 Game Master Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 8/27 8:22am Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Lorn Mustafar Island His anger failed him. And with it, did his muscles. He felt his own body collapse. And the armored woman claimed he had made her. No, he had not. He had created nothing. Ever. He was not a creator. He did not leave anything, never enough life to spawn any emotion, any movement in the oceans of destiny. He laughed out, a barking laughter, as his raging strength left him and he felt his body tremble with exhaustion. He wanted to say something. He wanted to make this fool understand. Again, no word left his lips. No thought was given form. All the air you need is in your lung, the word are there, you know, you know But all the songs you left unsung all the words you cannot let go, you there is a reason, though for you never made a silent vow You lost your tongue long time ago Hissing he raised to his feet, his muscles fueled by anger alone, while exhaustion and the remorseless heat made him ache. The enemy made his move. As expected it was most unexpected and aggressive. And as the fluid fire covered her body, the enemy expelled it and made it a weapon. What a sight to behold. Yes, this could finally be the one who killed him. With fire and blade . . . But not yet. "Do you want to know the secret? Of life to death?" The enemy asked. And Lorn threw himself into the sea of burning death that had been hurled at him. Splitting it, so he could make his way through it, like a saint. Unleashing his anger into the force. His anger met her attack. And the attack could not last against the force of his fear. He leaped through the wave he had send before him and charged. Unharmed. No. Not really. Unhamred except the small drops of heated death that touched his skin, burning it form his body. Suffering, pain, a suffering reign As he raised his blades once more he screamed out loud. Out of agony. His existence seemed to be the heart of all agony. He would forever be scared. But pain gave him focus, again. Clearity. Anger. He realized his body would not make an attack as powerful as he wanted it to. Felt him organs fail, his soul bend and scream out in fear . . . as it would soon break. And all this fear he unleashed in a second wave of power. To rip the woman of her feet and send her into the melted magma she seemed to like so much. Yes. He knew the secret of death. The secret was . . . more or less . . . soon the woman would be gone . . . and see . . . there was none, see there was none. And whoever believed there could be a meaning in all of this . . . whoever dared to even offer teaching him, would not be allowed kill him. This woman was unworthy to be his final judge. She would die. Then she could see what her secrets were good for . . . Tag: Mitth Used this round Push 1 (against the hurled magma) Push 3 (against Mika’sai’Jeisel) Already used powers Storm 1 Rage 1 Speed 2 -----signature----- Member of the "Triumvirate" - GM of 133 ABY I have seen younger man called old - LordT Some men just wanna watch the world burn . . .
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Mitth_Fisto Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 8/27 1:39pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Mika’sai’Jeisel Island, Mustafar She was tired, she was burning up, and if she ever made it out of this she was going to improve the cooling units in her armor. Not to mention increase the stability so that it could survive these sith accursed hyperspace force rifts! The laughter though, he was laughing the sith was laughing! That was fuel for her hate, something she did not shun for the strength it lended her in this her time of need. The sith had made her, every single one had made her who she is from the dawn of time to the last sith that ever lived...they all made her as surredly they were made by others or even themselves. From the Jedi Larad Noon did the Jensaarai find their base, from his fall, his exile, and his created grace he formed the base of Saarai in his exile from Sith and Jedi alike. He set the path and from him and those that helped shape him the truth was planted as a seed in his journal that was forgotten until Nikkos Tyris, another Jedi who lost his way but was twisted by a Sith and thus twisted the truth in his dilussion but could not break it. Eventually the hidden truth was known and others learned and lies dispelled from clinging to them, it was a code of conduct and protecting others that truly mattered and through it she learned to protect...but not to loose. Never had the loss of so many been so real since she had known the Sith, under Krayt to return. The children...her children had fallen undersway and under heel, so she had fallen undersway but as armor at the forge. She would stand between the children and the sith, but she was not complete too many slipped through the cracks of her plating. Too many. Tears welled in her eyes to run down her cheeks, evaporating almost as soon as they left her eyes. The beast was at the door, the children were crying, there was no strength in the sword, and all she needed to do was stand...stand STAND! The thought reverberated through her head forcing her to her feet as the beast yelled, she saw as her attack was wiped away. Pulling she drew the force as her armor, to help with the coming assault. It was not enough as he batted at her, in ernest or in play she dared not say lest she underestimated him. She slid back near the edge, near that boiling furnace that was their personal hell and battle ring. Much as a training ring, defeat the opponent within the ring or whoever goes outside that ring is out, but in this the only out was death. Preparing herself she growled with the answer, "Life is to love or be loved without deserving." Stepping forward she brought her body erect, obeying the throbing command to stand. "Death..." she hissed as she stepped forward raising her bare hand. "Happens." With that she sprang to action, her bladed staff rose to meet his two, one hand behind it as the clawed fingers of her reached for his throat, clenching briefly before passing his left arm. Her hate given an out, a form andn function. Within that moment a crunch resounded, the shattering and grinding of bone, a humorous had been shattered beyond recognition. A smile played upon her lips, whether or not she killed this foe he would not leave unmarred from her passing. And the children, the children could sleep tonight for she was the armor that barred the door. The bones were grinding, but they were safe tonite from the beast. A smile played across her features, dieing as it grew, as a simple question flittered through her mind. Does he know to arch his neck? To die to the Quarra with dignity, to die without an emotional display, to die with whatever honor a sith could muster from such a life? If only for those past... Will I? TAG: Fin/GM's of MODville Used Powers this round Shield x1 Crush x1 Already used powers Telekenisis x1 Wave x1(if cumulative then last use) Battle Precognition x1 Speed x1 Force Pullx1 -----signature----- Pride before the fall Humility before honor Friendship is unnecessary like philosophy like art It has ho survival value; rather it's one of those things that gives value to survival http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25366431/p1/?79
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/27 10:11pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	Ding ding ding Time is up kids. Judges are now welcome to submit their opinions. Mine will be up probably tomorrow sometime. Nice duel you guys! -I_H -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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Imperial_Hammer Title: Manager: • SWRPF • NSWRPF • RPR Registered: Sep '04	Date Posted: 8/30 5:44pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament - Date Edited: 8/30 6:08pm (5 edits total) Edited By: Imperial_Hammer
	OOC: I really should stop promising things. Match goes to Fins. There were a few instances where I found some discontinuities between what Fins wrote and what happened in Mitth's post. Huzzah, I finally get to judge a match on dueling mechanics and not on capricious lame stuff. The first big problem I have comes up at Mitth's 8/22 post, at 10:23pm. In Fin's preceding post, he says he firsts shoots the lightning at Mika, then runs right after it, saber in hand. We know this was done in a short succession, as he says he starts running as the lightning made their way to the enemy. In light of this, I find Mitth's next post guilty of doing some time stretching. Now, remember that Fins somersaults over Mitth, out of blade reach. But, especially as Force Jump was not used, this does not mean he was super far away. So, for Mitth's character to kneel, say something, and then to say that Lorn is "almost upon her" seems to have some serious time compression in my opinion. Then, how does the lava get to Mika without going through Lorn? From the other side of the island? If so, this was not clearly elaborated upon. Not to mention that this calling also takes time, and adds to the initial compression problem. There just seems to be a ton of fuzziness in this post. The second problem is Mitth's post on 8/27 at 1:39pm. Fins unloads his pushes on Mitth in the prior post, using three of them to try to get Mitth into the lava. This is a serious attack that needs to be given a lot of attention. And unfortunately, I do not see that in Mitth's post following Fins. I see Mika thinking that that she needs to get on her feet (though I don't see where she fell), and Mitth writes that Mika finds herself at the edge of the island. Now, I am aware it was never clearly put out as to where this duel started off. I will assume they're in the middle of the island. And, also, there is no mention about how big the island is. So perhaps a triple strength push would get you from the center to the edge of the island. But I don't see any mention of Mitth's character flying, I don't see any landing sequence, and I would have liked much better to see something creative put out where Mika flies into the lava and catch a floating something, or uses the force to give the herself a temporary platform to hop back, or something. I just think a big move like a triple force push should have been given much more attention. In any event, character play and creativity and all of that are only secondary afterthoughts for my judgment. And, as expected, you all do just great at it. Lorn is still the near perfect Sith personification I enjoy, and Mika is a very thoughtful character with a nice deal of back-story. Maybe even too much, as I have a suspicion the backstory distracted Mitth from the buisness end of this duel. Your moves were also very creative. The lava cocoon was very well executed, as was the attempt by Fins to use the lava to end the match. And everyone takes damage so that is nice. All in all, well done writing by everyone. So there you go. These two game-play elements decide the round for this judge. TAG: Sinre and/or Xan -----signature----- In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires beyond he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy ever yet had passed, and all fled before his face.
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Sinrebirth Title: Sith Emperor of the SWC Registered: Nov '04	Date Posted: 8/31 12:06pm Subject: The EUC-RPF Masters Tournament
	IC: Darth Insipid Wobbling The Sith Lord opened an eye, peering down at his opponents. It was somewhat clear to him, who had won. He had not been called upon to comment for some time, now, and it was a mild surprise that he was required at all. Lazy Moderators. Always need a Darth to do their work. Stretching his fingers and working out a kink from his shoulder, Darth Insipid spoke, slowly. "Two opponents, quite evenly matched, in reality. Just as good at dueling as the next." Insipid paused, as he tended to. "However, one had a sense of continuity from what had happened last. A building upon what was happening, and a fair reaction. The other was aggressive, but not necessarily clearly so, with some reminiscing to add flavour to events. Beyond that, a very well dueled engagement." "But I have to go with Lorn. His first post captivated me - and I genuinely felt that the character would indeed stab himself and end it all there. He was so angry, but with himself, not reality. Wonderfully done, and there were a few disjoints in the other prose which threw me too much..." The Sith shrugged. "Congratulations to you both." TAG: Next Round -----signature----- Darth Insipid Proud Fan of the Tragedy of Jacen Solo Missing Chapters of Invincible; Teaser of Chapter 9.5 is up! Wes vs Tarfang, Gavin and the Coup, Luke and Jacen, and much more! http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28933751/p3/?70
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