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Arthuria
Carmelita
4 secondaries

Quote:I'll let the three of you relax a little and figure out what you want to do before I toss something at you (okay?)

So Rounds 1 and 2 were obviously a bit kerfuffled due to school.

Moving forward, it's my intention to have the rounds last 4 days, but I wanted to leave that open to discussion.  Maybe you'd all prefer 5 days?  Or maybe 3?  It doesn't bother me, as long as people don't feel rushed (or feel like they're dragging their heels).

If you want to project the length of the saga, we have 19 eligible contenders left.  Pending disasters or some of you becoming serial killers, that would mean ~18 more rounds, which equates to about two months.

Give me your thoughts.  As always, I'm out to please the masses.

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Guilmon
Deadpool
Abner
Arthuria Pendragon
Makota Yuki
Granite
Colonel
Amber Veritz

Quote:Updates
Your group will defeat the zombie horde (congratulations), but you’ll quickly be faced with a rather intense storm that will flood the beach and force you to either A) Learn to swim and dodge lightning or B) Head into the Forest.
 
As of now, I still have you all in a loose group.  If this changes, let me know and I’ll spin people off into other threads.
 
Everyone has taken two points of damage, except:  Granite (4 points) and Amber (3 points).  Once the adrenaline subsides, Amber will develop cold chills followed by a fever and lots of sweating.
 
I’ll let y’all take your time resolving the zombie fight for those of you who like conflict and punching things.  Don’t take too long.  I’ll provide additional stuff once people are done with this scene

Cement filled his muscles, dragging him to the ground. Scored flesh stung and bled. Beneath a pale green sky, dozens of lesser creatures glared at him, gazes pregnant with judgement and hatred, something with which he was far too familiar. Worst of all, that insufferable harlot frowned beneath her black hood, chakra clasped in two tight hands. The steel glinted, slick with his own blood. The heat seeped from him, and in moments he would be a cold corpse. 

"It is finished," Maiev says, passionless, her lips barely registering the movement required to make the sentence. "You are beaten."

Even the fury that sustained Illidan for so many years was leaving him, oozing from his wounds and pooling about him. Still, if he had to die here, he would drive into that bitch one final thorn in her side. "You have won, Maiev." His mouth moved like it was filled with cotton, and just as dry. "But the huntress ... is nothing without the hunt. You ... are nothing ... without me."

Illidan would've chuckled if his breath held in his lungs as he watched the stern, sharp expression on Maiev's face soften as the realisation hit home. "He's right. I feel nothing. I am nothing."

She spoke more, but Illidan's ears closed shut. His vision blurred, eyelids slinking downwards. His time was now. The struggle was done.

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"No!"

Illidan's will would not be so easily quenched. A renewed vigour flared inside him, awakening his body from its death slumber. Twin blades in hand, Illidan lunged to his feet with a guttural roar, eyes afire, tattoos shimmering like rivers of green through his violet skin. 

But there was nothing, and no one. No gaggle of misfit 'adventurers,' no vindictive and irritatingly persistent Maiev Shadowsong, no Black Temple, no lime-green sky ... just an empty expanse of white, rolling forever to the horizon. 

Was this death? Much less physical agony than he expected. Weren't cursed beings supposed to be torn apart by the Light, banished to some eternal suffering forever more? Illidan spat. "Pah."

The tinkling of water caught his attention, and Illidan instantly became aware of the rawness of his throat. He dropped his weapons, the steel clanging on the ground, and rushed to the edge of a black marbled fountain. Cupping his hands, he plunged them into the water and brought them to his chapped lips, slurping. Again and again he drank, feverishly, until his lips and chin dripped freely.

Illidan took in a deep breath and fired it out. His shaking hands slowed until they stilled. Every trickle of water no longer set his teeth on edge, instead becoming the only background noise in the desolate void. In that moment, he took stock of his body. He ran fingers over his naked torso, but found no slashes or dried blood. He pressed his stomach, chest, sides, but he was completely healthy. As his questing hands massaged down his legs, he noticed something quite out of the ordinary; his original feet.

He hauled a foot onto the rim of the fountain and examined it. Each toe wriggled and curled at his command. Where was his cloven hoof? 

Illidan gazed into the shifting sheet of water and at his reflection. A hand slapped his forehead and rubbed the skin above his eyes. His horns were gone! He tried flapping his wings, but nothing happened; they were absent as well. Even the bright light that blazed from the runic tattoos inked into his torso and arms had faded. His knuckles bumped an object cinched to his belt. He plucked it free. The Skull of Gul'dan. 

Had his death reverted him to the form before he consumed the Skull of Gul'dan? Was he no longer part demon? What the hell was going on here?

Black vapour plumed from the empty eye sockets, and Illidan breathed it in. The fetid stench of fel magic sank into his lungs and perforated his soul. He stared at the skull, the powerful energies of Gul'dan still brimming within. He had consumed its power to stop Felwood from being corrupted by the Burning Legion, but it had caused so much grief for him since. The final chance he had to redeem himself to his brother and Tyrande shattered when they learned that he had absorbed its essence rather than have destroyed it.


Illidan snarled at the fleshless head in his clawed hand. What right did they have to judge him? He stopped the infestation of fel magic in the forest, thereby ending the threat! Why couldn't he strengthen himself at the same time? Blasted puritans, incapable of seeing the true strength that lied behind the foggy waters of the Twisting Nether.

He stared at that orc skull for a long time, the black smoke wafting. The power could be his again. He wanted it, craved it. And yet, a voice, so small and meek that he hardly heard it at all, suggested to leave it be. Why? He couldn't find a tangible argument. But a strong gut feeling came with it. He turned the chipped bone in his hand. The longer he bore his eyes into it, the more he wavered on the decision. Was this some sort of conscience freeing itself from Gul'dan's corruption, warning him of another bleak future?

Illidan grunted. He tied the skull to his belt once more. The decision would have to wait.

So what now? More questions than answers, as always. For all he knew, Maiev Shadowsong or that damnable Kil'jaeden could be breathing right down his neck and he wouldn't know it. Illidan was never a fan of staying in one place for too long, unless it was for the purposes of building his power. Staring wistfully at his reflection in a fountain didn't count as that. The night elf scooped up his warglaives and walked away from the fountain. There was nothing on the horizon that he could see, but if there was a fountain, maybe there was something else somewhere else.

At the least, if he wasn't dead, it would give him time to think. Maybe he'd find another Portal like the one that flung him into Outland, maybe one that takes him directly to the Warden herself ...

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Name: Illidan Stormrage
Spent OM: 35500
Consumed OM: 1000
Proficiencies (4800); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Remote Control Proficiency (600), Ranged Materialise Proficiency (600), Area Attack Proficiency (600), Debuff Proficiency (1000)
Powers (10700/12000); Flight (1800), Basic Enhanced Senses (1400), Master Acrobat (400), Advanced Telekinesis (1000), Insight (1600), Burst Movement (800), Telepathy (1500), Advanced Regeneration (2200)
Moves (2700); Twin Blades of Azzinoth (300), Felfire Bolt (600), Push (300), Confine (300), Fel Shock (300), Shadow Binds (300), Fel Sphere (300), Illusion (300)
Super Moves (2800); Eye Beam - Tier 1 Super Attack (600), Mind Block - Tier 1 Super Defence (600) Felfire Storm - Tier 2 Super Attack (800), Evasion - Tier 2 Super Defence (800)
Transformations (3500); Demon Form Illidan (1000), Felguard Form Illidan (1000), Dreadlord Form Illidan (1500)
Assists (1000); Flames of Azzinoth (Tier 1 Assist) (1000)
Items; Base - Poenari Castle, Pale Moors (1000)
Bases:
Unlocks (9000); Stat Increase I (1000), Stat Increase II (2000), Stat Increase III (4000), Tier 1 Power Cap (2000)
Base stats (Tier 1 Stats) | (Tier 2 Stats):
ATK: 4 (6) (7) | (8)
DEF: 1 (2) (9) | (3)
SPD: 4 (6) (1) | (8)
TEC: 4 (4) (1) | (4)

Character name: Yuuka Kazami

Character source: Touhou Project

Character history: Considering the Touhou timeline sure is nothing if not inconsistent/confusing and Yuuka is the most confusing part of it, she's being taken from around the time of her most recent game appearance (Hopeless Masquerade). This is assuming all of Touhou follows a linear timeline INCLUDING the PC-98 games. I'll go ahead and write her a history novella when it becomes relevant.

Physical Description: Youkai Moe. She looks like a woman in her thirties with bright green hair and red eyes. Her parasol is a common companion, acting as both a weapon and accessory. She's a little out of shape cardio-wise, like she hasn't gotten much exercise in a long while. After all, she's much older than she looks. Pic Related.

Stats:
ATK: 5
DEF: 1
SPD: 0
TEC: 4

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged (1000), Area Attack (600)

Total: 1600 OM

Starting Powers: Flight (1800)

Total: 3300 OM

Starting Moves:

600 OM: Flower Shooting (Requires Ranged, Area Attack) - With a flick of her parasol, Yuuka summons a barrage of flower-shaped bullets in a line about a meter long horizontally in front of her. After about a second, these rapidly fire out at about the speed of a fairly fast baseball in a conical shape for about 5 seconds, reaching a maximum distance of 30 meters and width of 10 meters before their magic fades an they dispel. The downside is that further away, the bullets are farther apart and deal far less damage than they would at close range.

Yuuka can also charge this attack for about 3 seconds to fire a more shotgun-like volley of bullets. These are more powerful and have a wider radius near her, around 5 meters, but do not go as far- only about 15 meters- before dissipating.

Technically, Yuuka could move, change shot direction, or turn while firing this if she wanted to, but it would require taking her attention off of what she's firing at. Not to mention, she sure isn't going anywhere fast. She's usually too focused on fighting to move more than a few inches to either side. This is her form of a "basic attack", and hence getting hit by one or two of the bullets would be roughly equivalent to being punched with equivalent strength and windup time. While this attack itself doesn't require all of her concentration beyond the first casting, it would drain her attention enough to distract her from casting anything else, hence it's not able to be used with anything else. It takes about as much out of her as anything else for an out of shape, middle aged lady.

600 OM: [Tier 1 Super Move] Master Spark (Requires Ranged, Area Attack) - By standing in place and charging for around 5 seconds, Yuuka concentrates her energy into her parasol in the form of a powerful beam of magical energy. The beam's direction is marked out by a thin beam of harmless light for about 3 seconds before it is fired. When it is fired, the beam is about 10 meters in diameter and 40 meters in range before it peters out. It advances at about the speed of a gently thrown object. It is most powerful towards the center, so while the damage near the center of the beam would be heavy, grazing the outside will not deal as much damage. The beam continues firing for about 5 seconds, after which it "closes" back into the original harmless beam of light then dissipates. Yuuka can't move or perform other actions while using or charging this attack, and she feels fairly winded after its use.

Total: 4500 OM

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As of 'almost the end of Round 2.'  Remember that, tomorrow morning I'll be eliminating two individuals from 'final prize' contention, as well as awarding two others with a story prize.

Top 3 (in ambiguous order)

Okor, Hiro, Christa

4.  Carmelita - Doing great.
5.  Fiara - I'm sure you miss your friend.  Go find her.  Screw those bros.
6.  Red XIII - More non-humanoid people.  You're ballin' on four legs.  Cool concept.  Probably will let you stand out more than Vincent would have.  Nice call.
7.   Arthuria - Feelin' like you're in straight up bulldoze mode.  Don't lay off the gas.
8.  (The) Vision - Man, I feel like this is the saga of off-kilter/unorthodox characters, but I'll be damned if I'm not enjoying it.
9.  Abner - Digging it.
10.  Amber - Great start, despite arriving late to the party.
11.  Remilia - Poor Gin.
12.  Marcus - Solid.
13.  Guilmon - Solid.  I like the idea that Guilmon is just a very large sort of puppy thing.
14.  Gin - BAW GAWD
15.  Judy - Little bit quiet.  Should recover fine, since you have a pretty amusing traveling party.
16.  Granite - Looking forward to more.  Always thought this was a cool character concept.
17.  Colonel - Started late.

Bottom 4 (in no particular order)

Makato, Cyborg, Deadpool, Chara

Character name: Illidan Stormrage (account name to be Illidan)

Character source: Warcraft

Character history: After his many trials, after 10,000 years of imprisonment, after being spurned by everyone he ever cared about, Illidan found his home in the Black Temple with his blood elf and naga armies. However, even running as far as Outland was not enough to escape the stubborn Maiev Shadowsong, who found him and brought a team of adventurers from all over Azeroth to defeat him in one final battle. Despite all of Illidan's strength, he was brought to one knee, and Maiev landed the fatal blow. As he collapsed, life streaming out of his wound, the world went black ... and then white, as he stood before Omni ...

Stats:
ATK: 4 (6)
DEF: 1 (2)
SPD: 4 (6)
TEC: 2 (2)

Usable OM: 11200 - 5000 = 6200 / 2 = 3100 + 5000 = 8100 OM

Starting Proficiencies: (2000); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged (1000)

Starting Powers: (3600); Flight (1800), Basic Enhanced Senses (1400), Master Acrobat (400) (5600) 

Starting Moves: (300); Twin Blades of Azzinoth (300) - Illidan's primary hand-to-hand choice. These blades are common amongst demon hunters for their vicious offensive capabilites while still be used for limited defense. They are basically two half-cresent shaped blades, with small bucklers over the handle where the swords are connected. (5900)

Transformations: (1000); Demon Form Illidan (Tier 1 Power Up - 1000) (6900)

ATK: +2
DEF: +1
SPD: +2
TEC: 0



By absorbing the demonic powers of the Skull of Gul'dan, Illidan transforms into his Demon Form. He grows curled horns, leathery bat wings, his feet become hooves and his eyes constantly glow green. He grows several extra feet and puts on a great deal of muscle mass, improving both his strength and speed.

Extras: Stat Increase 1 (1000) (7900)

200 OM spare

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Mei's going to arrive to the Omniverse pretty soon. If any new Primes want to travel with her, gimme a jingle here.