Since vartock started as a new character he had been scoping around hoping to find other players to role play with but in the meantime going out and seeing the sites was the next best thing. Vartock took a walk to Dunnstads, a place not far from pormont. He wanted to see the rest of the peninsula so he could map out the whole area in his head. Vartock's second lesson as a warrior was, Know your territory, and know your enemy. Never really caring much for what awaited him, Vartock always loved to face the unknown path in front of him with no fear. If anybody got in his way he would surely do his best to befriend them and if they were hostile he would not stand down from a challenge. Vartock walking down the beaches of Dunnstads enjoying the ocean waves and breezes blowing and brushing up into his face. A warm feeling of comfort trickled and circulated withinside himself and for a moment he felt a bit of harmony.

Once he was completely alone he decided to do some meditating and some training to help strengthen his abilities so he could become a better warrior. so he found the biggest boulder on the beach and walked towards it, his feet bare sinking into the sands of the beach both wet and dry. He climbed his way to the top of the boulder where he stood there watching the waves of the beautiful ocean and the dark thunderstorm that rained over him. The winds began to pick up and thrust around him and for once Vartock felt at home with himself. It seemed fitting almost like it was the manifestation of the storm that was raging within his heart. Vartock sat down on the giant stone in a pretzel styled manor and began to meditate his mind his hand placed together at the center of his chest, folded, and his eyes remained shut as his third eye opened upon his head. Dark, purple energy began seeping out of his body, where everything within the area began to rot if not already dead or poisoned if it was a living being.

Vartock then tried to dig deeper within his mind to try and figure out what the tattoos that had formed on his body during his fight with Seto were. His survival to his last attack had something to do with something that was physically going on, as he dug deeper within his own memories to try and search for anything that might give him some explanation. After 3 hours of constant meditating Vartock decided to stop meditating his hand returned to his side and he stood up on the Rock. The storm still Raging and the fire in his heart still burning, he felt like his needed to exercise and train his martial arts and so without another second to spare, vartock jumped down from the Boulder and turned around to face the rock he was standing on.

Vartock With his third eye open, The dark purple energy still seeping out creating his white aura around his body and the dark energy surrounding his fists and feet. Vartock using his monstrous strength dead lifts the giant boulder up out of the ground and dead lifting it over his head. The ground shaking and crumbling as the debris of the beaches sand fall from it and onto vartock as he remained still with a blank expression on his face showing no struggle and nor restraint.

(Note Vartock is standing on the beach of dunnstads and he is dressed like in my profile picture)
(Vartock is dead lifting a boulder this huge it's just to give you the idea of what it looks like)


Vartock then Threw the Giant boulder in the air and Jumps up straight for it and Punches it releasing 30% of his energy just to break this monstrous sized boulder. Vartock hoping to catch the attention of anybody wishing to fight or spar with him. His energy releasing from his body and the dark energy punch created a giant wave which destroyed the whole entire boulder.
(note Vartock is not one punch man I am giving you merely an example of what it looked like when he destroyed the rock)


Vartock remained still after landing down back onto his feet, his energy drained by 30%, if he didn't meditate for 3 hours before pulling off this stunt he would not of been able to perform this attack right. He concentrated 30% of his energy into that one punch using up most of his energy just to do that which actually drained him down to 50% of his energy.

Vartock

"

100% HP

MAX HP

50% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - Drained.

" [/text]

Vartock then joined his hands together and continued to concentrate his energy once again, only this time his energy was pulsating his power growing. Vartock then ran full speed to the ground and started punching repetitively so he could train his hits of his body combat to be much stronger.



Vartock stayed on the beach repeatedly punching the ground until nightfall came, he stopped and stood up gazing up at the night sky and the cold moon air. Vartock his hair brushed over his face, his fists bloody, and his energy drained stared up at the night sky.

 

"All right, no going back." Bradwynne muttered to himself as he cut his hair short with his katana. Although the long hair would have helped in getting his head warm since the winter season was nearing, he was set to remove all vestiges of his past within Terrasphere. The raindrops that were going down on the roof of the villa he rented by the seaside reflected his sadness of having to slaughter a lot of people that were only serving under the orders of a maddened king. But as he was drinking all by himself within the taverns of Falderen, he was hearing out some of the old men that were saying that formerly the old king was a very compassionate and affectionate one, and at one time was even hailed as a warrior of light. They were even pointing out that the Yladians were evil and Astor was wrong in siding with them. Although Bradwynne knew that Astor might only have done that to protect the Yladians and their claim to equality, the accusations by the old men seemed to echo within Bradwynne's mind, and the recurring thought was, when did this king started to become an antithesis of what he had represented before? Was it because of their actions? Or was it happening before they became entrenched in this world? He then decided to dig out everything that might have been hidden within the turn of events that were happening in this world.

After he took a bath to free himself from any hair that should have been stuck to his body after he cut his hair, he donned on what would be his attire from this time onward. Gone are the days of Bradwynne Lambert the Demonic Ninja of Astorea, as he then set himself on a new track that he would be taking from here on out. The rain was still roaring as he walked towards the balcony at the second floor of the villa, to view the ocean. Although he set his mind on deciding this would be for his own good, his mind was still as unstable as the ocean he was viewing, its roaring waves reminiscent of the trauma that his mind was going through. It was when he saw a lone figure sitting on a large rock in a position befitting a Far Eastern monk, looking as if he was meditating amidst the storm and the roaring ocean. He then wondered to himself what kind of predicament that this person was going through. As he watched the person, he then saw a dark mist seeping out of his body, permeating the rock and the sand around him. Wherever the mist would reach anything, death and decay would set in. But although the person had this kind of energy surrounding him, Bradwynne's gut feel was telling him that this person was not that much of an evil one. Maybe he was cursed with such kind of energy, or maybe he was also a player like himself. He then decided to go to the person to see for himself, equipping the katana which was already mounted with white fittings, just in case the person was actually hostile, and a huge watermelon with a diameter as long as his own torso, to be his snack just in case he would become hungry watching the person. He had quite estimated the reach of the miasma, and he decided to cast his miasma protection spell at the time when he would approach the miasma.

The rain had quite weakened when he reached the beach, his short hood covering his head due to the rain. As he walked towards the direction of the man that he was going to view in a personal manner, he then saw the boulder that was supposed to be the boulder that the man was sitting on. He then saw the miasma overflowing from the underside of the boulder, which prompted Bradwynne to chant a spell in the Hebraic language: the sign that he would cast an Illumancy spell. It would be a shame if the watermelon that he carried on his back would fall victim to this overflowing miasma. Meanwhile, a glowing white magical circle formed at his feet, and then, when Bradwynne finished chanting, the magical circle converged on his feet, and became a faint spherical halo that encompassed his whole body including the watermelon that he carried on his back. Although he only expended a small portion of his mana to create the halo, it should be enough to counter the miasma around the area. As he then approached nearer to the area, he was shocked at what he saw: the person who was supposed to be seating on the boulder, now had the boulder seating under him. In short, the person was doing a deadlift on the huge boulder. He then tossed the boulder upward, and then, with the miasma converging on his hand, he punched the boulder, effectually reducing it to mere powder. Fortunately most of the powder just dropped at the vicinity of the person who punched the boulder. But this person, not content with the display earlier, started to punch the ground from where he deadlifted the boulder. Thinking that it might continue while the person wanted it, and thinking about the person's undying quest to get stronger with his fists, Bradwynne then just sat quite near the person just to get some view, and then started to cut the watermelon into sixteen pieces with his katana. Fortunately it was only sand that the person was punching at, although compacted sand was always tough to punch at, Bradwynne thought as the person continued on punching and Bradwynne continued on eating. This went on until nightfall, when the person stopped punching the ground. The rain was already far from stopped, and the clouds had already subsided, leaving the night sky in all of its glory, the moon and the stars shining bright. If the person would look all around him, he would still see Bradwynne trying to finish the watermelon, around twelve pieces remaining, and the halo on his body still faintly glowing. If he would stare at Bradwynne, Bradwynne would respond with these words, "With the way you are punching the ground, sometimes I wanted to shout for you to have mercy on the ground." He would then smile.

 

Vartock remain laid on the ground regenerating his energy, resting for the next 12 hours, when his energy recharged to maximum, the sun rose in the distance. Vartock then stood up as tall as he possibly could, the ground crumbling beneath his feet before sensing another living being in the same vicinity. Vartock at first remained silent as if not trying to startle the kid not far from himself. He then spoke to Brad with a blank tone that he only uses on strangers he just randomly meets.

Vartock

" You know it's rude to sneak up on someone while they train, at least if you're not willing to join them for a sparring session
Vartock turns around and faces brad with a blank expression on his face
My name is Vartock, may I ask your name?"

Vartock staring directly into this little guy's eyes with such dark blankness and deep voice as he spoke. Vartock isn't used to strangers approaching him or admiring sticking around long enough while he was training. Of course, I am new to this world so curiosity will always kill the cat even for me this was a new found even for him. Vartock Gestured out his hand in good faith for a handshake. Curious that this kid unknowing of what he is walking into he is either foolish or arrogant neither which Vartock really cared. Vartock was a go with the flow, nothing really ever phased him but nonetheless someone has crossed his path. Only one way to find out what he is really capable of.

 

Twelve hours had passed and they were still there: the person still lying on the ground, and Bradwynne already shifted his focus at the horizon beyond the person: the ocean. The waves had long died down after the storm had passed, much like Bradwynne's mind after twelve hours had already passed. Sometimes some good old meditation could work wonders in steadying the mind for one purpose, Bradwynne thought. He then remembered how this person lifted the boulder after a period of meditation. He wondered what kind of training this person was taking. Or he was just another martial artist hungry for the quest for strength?

The train of his thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a tremor near him. He then stared again at the man, who had already gone up, the tremor apparently caused by him just standing up. Now he would not want to be on the bad side of his person...his train of thoughts was interrupted again by the voice of the person, saying that it was bad manners to sneak up to someone to watch them train, unless if he would want to spar. Now he was on the bad side of the person... or so he thought. Bradwynne just responded with a smile, but deep down inside he was freaking out. Now what would he do to defuse the situation. Maybe he should do what the person wanted him to do.. except fight. Surely with that kind of power he would not stand a chance. And didn't he kept a promise to himself that he would not fight except when he needed to?

Bradwynne then replied, "I am really sorry! Haven't heard something like that. I am just amazed by your focus and so I sneaked up to you. Never thought to fight you or anything, I swear!" He then stood up, and grasped firmly the hand offered by the person. "The name is Bradwynne Lambert, pleasure to meet you sir Vartock." He then shook his hand, although he did it in quite an ecstatic manner, he was just trying to shake his fear away.

 

Vartock could tell the kid was frightened of his power and his serious demeanor but such fear in someone's heart really aggravated him. Nonetheless he didn't want to shun him away for his differences due to the fact he wasn't one to just do so. He was astonished that the kind got right up and shook his hand, usually that kind of blunt behavior scared people off. Maybe there was more to this kid than he thought. Vartock took both hands his left balled in a fist and the right folded over his left and cracked his knuckles. Then the same with the other hand, he then tilted his neck back and forth left to right cracking both sides. Vartock chuckled and started to smile with a dark creepy grin. Vartock pulls his hand back to his side as he continues pondering what to do.

Vartock

" so you're curious as to how I was able to lift a giant sized boulder up off the ground eh?
I will tell you what you agree to a short sparring match with me and I will show you during the fight and as a demonstration afterwards, this fight will not be to the death it will just be until the other is defeated."

Vartock's words with such fire and will as he loved to fight people, like his masters that have taught him, fighting is the best way to get to know somebody. Vartock always loved challenging himself, and even if his opponent was much stronger it still made him even more fearless than before. Vartock is a non emotional tyrant and can be labeled as asshole have the time. He does not believe people walk into their lives upon coincidence and he believes everything happens for a reason. The gods speak to him and they tell him at his every whim what needs to be done. Vartock is like a Viking at heart loves and thirsts for battle at any point he can get and if his opponent accepts the challenge then he knows they are worth his time and energy. Vartock began walking away from bradwynne before he could reply and spoke as he left.

Vartock

"If you wanna spar and you make your decision meet me over this hill and I promise, you have my word I will not strike a killing blow on you, I am an honor warrior, I believe in fairness, and if you take my hand now there is much I can teach you and much we can learn from each other."

Vartock continued to walk off in the distance hoping bradwynne would follow and accept his challenge, he loves bringing courage out of people. Vartock knew this kid was carrying a lot of weight and sometimes the best way to Lift the weight off of you is fight an opponent who shares your pain. Vartock is not the coward type through thick or thin if you win this guy over he is your friend to the end. Vartock's loyalty is stronger than himself and it's because of this loyalty that might someday get him killed. Vartock reached the other side of the hill where the plain flattened itself out more. Sooner or later he had hoped Bradwynne would join his for a quick sparring match and if he should him promise then vartock could befriend him. Of course he was not trying to force himself on brad, he just very straightforward and wise. He is going to do what he has to do to gain trust one way or another. If brad was too afraid to face vartock for something simple he would assume brad is a coward and does not have the right to call himself a man no matter how you young you think you are. Vartock is self disciplined and can intimidate you just by staring into your soul. However, vartock can be kind and generous as he has already showing towards this kid by challenging him. If vartock didn't see something worth keeping around, he would have shunned him immediately. Yet nonetheless he sees something in people that others overlook and question his motives about and that is potential. Potential to become stronger than you can ever imagine yourself to be and Vartocks way of life is the weak die and the strong survive not by choice but by circumstance. Vartock stood in the middle of the plain awaiting Bradwynne's approach and acceptance.

 

Reluctantly, Bradwynne accepted the challenge, saying, "Well if it would be needed, I would do a sparring session with you. I need to really know what was driving you to have a great resolve in doing things." He would want to discover Vartock's resolve in his quest for personal power, and maybe a good sparring session would do. He had hoped though that Vartock would honor his promise that it would not descend into a battle to the death, since he resolved himself not to kill anyone in this world except when needed, and another affliction for him would be problematic. But certainly, he would give his all into this session, so that he could pry what was in the mind of this person and what could he do to gain his resolve in doing things.

They then reached the hill where they would square off. Bradwynne, who had already picked his spot, stopped and started to chant some words in Hebrew. Every time he had finished chanting spells, his body started to glow blindingly white, and the manifestations of his casting spells started to surface on or near his body.

Mal'akh Art: Uriel

Mal'akh Art: Michael

Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon

Mal'akh Art: Khamael

Mal'akh Art: Raphael

As he finished casting his first spell, a magic circle formed at his feet, emitting a blinding white aura around his person. Not wasting time, he started to chant the second spell. This time, two broad wings befitting of an angel started to form at his back. His mouth was not stopping to chant Hebrew phrases until he had completed his transformations, and as he continued, a huge figure of blinding white formed from where he was standing, and as he grasped his katana, it also glowed white with magical power, and as a spherical halo was formed on his body, he then stopped chanting, and the transformation was complete. He then drew the katana from its sheath, and said, "I would hope that I could become a challenge to you sir Vartock. I would really try to push you to your limit. Well then, here goes nothing!" With a quick Hebrew chant, as he kicked on the ground hard, he then materialized a violet representation of his self charging towards Vartock. But it would be just an illusion, although the violet magic clone could do some magic damage to Vartock. As the violet clone went dashing towards Vartock, Bradwynne's figure would vanish, and then every vestige of his luminous power. He would then resurface on Vartock's left side, his body first before all his luminous representations, and then would try to do a lateral slash towards his left.

Mal'akh Art: Lilith

Bradwynne Lambert

100 HP

MAX HP

70 EN

MAX EN

Mal'akh Art: Uriel - Increases damage and effects of Illumancy spells.
Mal'akh Art: Michael - Increases physical attack and magic damage/effects. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel.
Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon - Increases physical attack and defense. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael.
Mal'akh Art: Khamael - Adds magic damage to physical attacks. Strong against Malefimancy magic users. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael.
Mal'akh Art: Raphael - A barrier that decreases the effects of Malefimancy magic at the expense of the user's mana. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael.

 

Theme

Vartock whom was surprised with a dark smile on his face was intrigued to the kids challenge against him. Vartock was starting to like this kid for accepting his challenge without pride or ignorance but with iron glee and courage. Vartock was very pleased to see there was more people like him in this world not afraid to do the right thing for the right cause even at the cost of innocent lives. Vartock wasting little time as he bent his knees his back straight as a board both arms and fists lay out in front of him balled up with his biceps flexing.

Then Vartocks Forehead opened up into a third eye with dark purple energy seeping out of his forehead as a white glow of energy radiated off his body.

Melafimancy trained
The forehead of the caster opens a third eye producing dark purple energy that seeps out of this body and allows the user to use his melifamancy in any way he pleases-no energy cost

The dark energy was pulsating as the veins of his body began pulsating out and a dark creepy grin landed on his face as he watched the kid chant his spells. His face immediately turned serious and blank with no fear in his eyes as he began studying the kid using his (Dark intuition)

The caster can only use this technique in advance to his third eye, allowing the user to predict movements and thoughts on fighting and teleportation destination. This technique cost 20% energy can only last as long as the user doesn't lose focus if focus is not interrupted energy regenerates after the technique is performed.

Vartock studying the kids movements, body language, and facial expression's predicting what he may or may not do. Vartock focusing clearly as he doesn't want to make a mistake.

Vartock

"

100% HP

MAX HP

80% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - Stable.

" [/text]

Then without hesitation and Fear the kid launches himself forwards to attack the kid, however Vartock's intuition caught wind at the last second at his teleportation technique. If vartock hadn't sparred already with a master who used the same technique on him to evade his combo's then this kid would have thrown his guard off. But vartock could not comprehend what the kid was throwing at him, it looked just liked him, Vartock ruled it as a mirage, but an illusion capable of causing damage to him if he wasn't careful. So Vartock concentrated his energy and moved his body into a stance standing straight up and down with his right arm extended. A release of his dark energy release from his body performing an energy shield which on contact would rot and curse the attack making it useless as far as damaging him.​

Dark Shield​

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The user focuses his dark magic in one fighting stance and produces a large dark purple energy shield capable of absorbing all attacks into the shield using his rot and curses within 2 turns the shield explodes like a smoke grenade throughout the area, releasing toxic rot the user must remain still in a stance between beginner and master before he's able to move freely while concentrating it. However also dangerous the technique reduces HP by 5% and 10% EN per use of the defensive spell. if the user's stance is interrupted his HP drops down 10% plus the attack being done to him Energy regenerates after the attack finishes.

Vartock

"Energy regeneration after dark intuition finishes"

100% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - stable.

Dark shield technique-Hp drops by 5% and Energy drops 10%

95% HP

MAX HP

90%% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - stable.[/text]" [/text]

Vartock however wasn't finished, he anticipated the kid made and illusion and teleported to sneak attack so if he was going to be hit with damage then he was going to cause him some damage ass well. Vartock starts emitting and pulsating dark misty like energy from his body surrounding his entire vicinity before the kids real attack came at him.

The dark shield finished transforming his attack into hex and poison as it dissipated and his stance was allowed to be broken. He stances into his original fighting stance with his right arm pulled back, his left arm extended in front of him as he lifts his left leg up in mid air as he emits dark purple energy from his body.

Vartock

" Energy regeneration after dark shield dissipates"

95% HP

MAX HP

100% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - stable.

" [/text]

The Black Plague​

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The caster using 5% HP and 10% energy casts a dark purple mist that spreads through a short vicinity between him and his opponent causing poison and rot for the next 2 turns, if his opponent contacts a hit on his body his weapon and body becomes cursed with his poison which will last 2 turns.

Vartock

"HP and EM drop from Black Plague

90% HP

MAX HP

90% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - stable.

" [/text]

Vartock

"SAp damage from poison and rot

Thrown dice:

18

14

yea you got spirit kid I will give you that but I have only begun."

Vartock chuckled at he waited for bradwynne to make his next move.

 

As Bradwynne was in a mid-teleportation state, he saw Vartock trying to block the magical illusion that he had produced. It had looked like Bradwynne had already misdirected him into thinking that he would attack in that direction. But his expectations crashed when he saw Vartock doing another stance, his left foot outstretched towards his left side. Did he just anticipate where he would go next?

"That's impossible," Bradwynne thought. He did not even gave an inkling on where he would teleport for his next attack. Most of the people he had faced who was also fighting with short-distance teleportation would teleport towards the back of the person where he would not be seen, and would always do a sneak attack. Even he would anticipate it happening. And so he would just teleport to Vartock's side, so that his attack would not be anticipated. But Vartock just showed that he would anticipate even this attack as he held aloft his foot so that if he would appear there, and he should, the leg would connect to his face. Was it because of his skills that he could anticipate his teleportation? Or was it...

Maybe that was it. That kind of focus that he saw on Vartock while he was meditating on a stormy day while the ocean raged around him. Maybe that was the reason why he could anticipate any sneak attack thrown on him. Maybe now would not be the time to throw such kind of illusions anymore. He should grind it all through out.

He reappeared at the side of Vartock as would be expected, and Vartock's foot would connect on his face as would be expected. He would try to reduce the impact of the foot as much as possible, and although his slash would be off his intended lateral path from right to left, as he bent his body bending slightly leftwards and backwards to reduce the impact of Vartock's foot, the arm that he was using to slash Vartock's body was elevated slightly, and so the slash would become a diagonal slash from upper right to lower left, connecting maybe at Vartock's left shoulder downwards to his outstretched left foot, and then using his momentum from the turn, with a stomp of his right foot, would move slightly forward ducking Vartock's foot, to deliver a lateral spinning slash towards Vartock's left body, his katana still gleaming white. Although he was quite bothered when Vartock released a black mist that surrounded them both, he still persevered to deliver the slashes, since any rattling on his part could make his stance off-balanced, and so, even when the poison was affecting his body, and the rot was starting to erode his muscles, he did not stop. Although, if Vartock would notice it, although the rot was forming on Bradwynne's body, the fringes of the rot was being occupied by patches of blinding white light, and was immediately dissipated, although the rot was replaced with wounds, and blood and sweat immediately formed on Bradwynne's face and every part of his body.

Bradwynne Lambert

Vartock's kick and Bradwynne's first slash​

Thrown dice:

20

2

(The second slash could be RPed by Vartock)
(Vartock's damage reduced by armor((6%)*2 = 12%) and Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon (16.6%). Total decrease: 23.43%.)
(Bradwynne's damage enhanced by weapon (10%), Mal'akh Art: Michael(6%), Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon (16.6%) and Mal'akh Art: Khamael(27.2%). Total increase: 72.94%)

Bradwynne receives 3 poison damage and 1 rot damage, totaling 68 damage. Mal'akh Art: Raphael reduces it to 1/(2*1.2*1.06) = 39.03% damage, bringing it down to 27 damage, rounded up.
Duration of the rot damage was also reduced to 39.03% of the duration, bringing it down to 1 turn rounded up.
Mal'akh Art: Raphael deals 15%*(39.03%) = 6 energy damage to Bradwynne.

Bradwynne Lambert

58 HP

MAX HP

60 EN

MAX EN

Mal'akh Art: Uriel - Increases damage and effects of Illumancy spells. 2 turns remain.
Mal'akh Art: Michael - Increases physical attack and magic damage/effects. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel. 2 turns remain.
Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon - Increases physical attack and defense. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael. 2 turns remain.
Mal'akh Art: Khamael - Adds magic damage to physical attacks. Strong against Malefimancy magic users. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael. 2 turns remain.
Mal'akh Art: Raphael - A barrier that decreases the effects of Malefimancy magic at the expense of the user's mana. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael.

 

Vartock's anticipation skills works well with his dark energy and third eye ability but he was unable to predict him coming in from the left. He only stood in stance to be ready in all directions to try and evade the move as that is the point of dark intuition. his master's taught him to be ready to anticipate your opponent but it only goes so far.

Vartock

"

17% HP

MAX HP

90% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - injured but not immobilized.

" [/text]

Vartock's Focused immediately as bradwynne made his move to the left slash catching his guard down a little. Although he was not expecting him to come from the left he was just ready to throw his kick no matter the direction he came in. Vartock released his foot, kicking him square to the face. Vartock was not expecting 2 slashes from his sword slicing his arm and body open causing him to forcefully bleed for few seconds. As vartock saw the poison and rot cure itself with his white light. Vartocks eyes flickered but he made a dark smile across his face as bradwynne finished his attack and then landed. vartock however on impact of his slashes was able to grab Brad around his neck. Vartock grabbed underneath his neck with his right arm, taking the left arm, he connected his upper left arm with his right hand, and taking his left hand gripped tight around the back of his neck. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu or as it's well known for mixed martial arts it's called a rear naked choke and then wrapped his legs around bradwynne's arms binding them to both sides of his body. With Vartock's 6 foot height and 275 pound weight he had no trouble immobilizing brads small body in place. Vartock had already anticipated this strike and was more than willing to take a strong blow. With what vartock had planned next was gonna take brad by surprise. Right after the Rear naked choke connected cutting off the air to his brain his left hand had connected to his brain.

(before you think this next attack is illuminancy, it's not because it's not an illusion or a mirage-illusions and mirages do not exist his memories do all he did was connect his mind with yours upon physical contact which he can send you his memories that is forced to dream every night and hexed you temporarily with the vision and cursed you with his nightmare so you will be cursed with his nightmares until you're awake from your next sleep)

(Brain tremor)

Melafimancy+Body combat combined for on contact, The caster sends a fast tremor through the brain, a temporary hex that forces the victim to see a vision of the casters memories forcing you to temporarily live his nightmares for 1 turn causing internal damage to the brain and heart causing whatever comes up on the dice roll to HP and EN. also the victim that falls prey to this attack receives a splitting migraine disabling focus by 60% with trained melafimancy.
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Vartock

" HP and EN decrease are equally based off of the roll of the die

Thrown dice:

1

18

11

Energy drop from mind tremor

17% HP

MAX HP

60% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - Injured but stable.

" [/text]

Vartock without a second to spare let go of brad while he remained immobilized in his position. Vartock Then flashed a white aura around his body which turned silver upon completion of his energy charge.
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Vartock

" Well you wanted a demonstration of my ability to lift blunt objects off the ground but unfortunately you're not going to be coherent enough to see the attack be fulfilled and your visions are now clouded by the darkness but I can see you perfectly"

(INHUMAN STRENGTH)

The User uses a technique from the martial art Kaio-Jitsu-It allows the user to temporarily become strong enough to deadlift blunt heavy objects from inside the ground to objects just lying on the ground and temporarily allows the user to concentrate energy into physical attacks that temporarily make him levitate 4 to 6 feet off the ground for a strike. no significant increase in strength or defense, however speed can increase between 5% as a beginner to 50% as a master. Energy percentage used for this ability as a beginner costs 50% energy but for trained which vartock is now it costs 40% energy to cast if a master does not cost any energy to produce.
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Vartock

"

17% HP

MAX HP

20% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - injured but stable.

" [/text]
Vartock was ready to try and finish the fight as he concentrated his energy for one last blow if he failed with this attack somehow the fight for him was over.

(Levitating Kick)

Using his inhuman strength ability to temporarily levitate into a strike, The user temporarily elevates and moves in for a kick strike to the face. The user's Strength and speed increase however his defense decreases depending on the level of mastery he is at so Trained body combat +15% strength and speed / -5% defense- no energy cost. 15% more damage happens upon the dice roll.

Vartock

"

Thrown dice:

1

18

11

"

(Vartock moves in 15 times faster than the speed of sound and hits a kick strike to the front of his face knocking him completely unconscious but if the damage runs past 10% then keep your HP at 10% because that is how far I agreed to take it with you no death blows) unless he somehow found a way to get out of this predicament the fight is now over.

Vartock

"EN regeneration from using Mind tremor

17% HP

MAX HP

50% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - injured but stable.

" [/text]

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As Bradwynne delivered the final slash, he saw that he had greatly wounded Vartock. His maneuver being successful, he broke out a smile. At least he had already proven that he was never a pushover, and Vartock should consider taking him as an apprentice for his meditation skills. But the next thing that would happen surprised him. Even when he had wounded this person greatly, he was still standing and was still fighting, maybe this was the testament of his clear mind and indomitable resolve. He greatly admired the skill of this person, and it would not be a shame if he would get defeated by this person. He then set himself up preparing for the worst as he was suddenly grappled by the person and tied him up very hard so that he could not use his weapon. He was then choked hard as they plummeted on the ground as he flailed to get free of the grip of the person. But it was not the end of it all. With the power of his Malefimancy, Vartock used his left hand that was used to lock Bradwynne's head securely to conjure nightmareish images on Bradwynne's mind. Although Bradwynne could withstand the physical pain, as he was used to it while he was still defending the walls, the images of the hellish encounters of this person named Vartock became overlapped with Bradwynne's own dark thoughts and it conjured a nightmare so gripping that Bradwynne uttered a scream as his booted feet kicked on the ground helplessly. Although Vartock had already released his grip on Bradwynne's body and took some distance for him to grab a huge boulder like he did the day before, Bradwynne continued in that helpless state, until by the power of his light magic, the shadows that correspond to the power of Vartock disappear and Bradwynne was left with his own thoughts. He then stopped flailing around, shook his head and stood up to face Vartock, only to see a flying boulder flying towards him. He picked up his sword and slashed the boulder multiple times for him to take minimal damage from the boulder, but then, he saw Vartock who might had jumped to a height where his foot would connect to his face, and connect it did, sending him flying backwards and then towards the ground. It took a couple of seconds before Bradwynne opened his eyes, and then when he felt that he had too much injuries, he then started to chant a Hebrew phrase while he was still lying down.

Mal'akh Art: Haniel

Light then surrounded Bradwynne's deepest wounds and injuries, and as he stood up, thinking that Vartock still wanted to fight, Bradwynne would wave off his hands saying: "No need to fight anymore, I lost. It would not be fair if I could regenerate my wounds and you could not, right?"

Bradwynne Lambert

Vartock's Boulder Throw

Thrown die:

8

(Vartock's physical damage reduced by armor((6%)*2 = 12%) and Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon (16.6%). Total decrease: 23.43%.)

Bradwynne's Mal'akh Art: Haniel (+10)​

Thrown die:

8

(Bradwynne's heal is increased by Mal'akh Art: Uriel (20%) and Mal'akh Art: Michael (6%). Total increase: 27.2%.)

Bradwynne receives 15 Malefimancy damage. Mal'akh Art: Raphael reduces it to 1/(2*1.2*1.06) = 39.03% damage, bringing it down to 6 damage, rounded up.
Bradwynne receives 30 Malefimancy energy damage. Mal'akh Art: Raphael reduces it to 1/(2*1.2*1.06) = 39.03% damage, bringing it down to 12 energy damage, rounded up.
Bradwynne receives 49.5 physical damage. It is reduced by armor((6%)*2 = 12%) and Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon (16.6%). Total decrease: 23.43%. Bradwynne receives 38 physical damage, rounded up.
Mal'akh Art: Raphael deals 30%*(39.03%) = 12 energy damage to Bradwynne.

Bradwynne Lambert

26 HP

MAX orange HP

31 EN

MAX EN

Mal'akh Art: Uriel - Increases damage and effects of Illumancy spells. 1 turn remain.
Mal'akh Art: Michael - Increases physical attack and magic damage/effects. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel. 1 turn remain.
Mal'akh Art: Sandalphon - Increases physical attack and defense. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael. 1 turn remain.
Mal'akh Art: Khamael - Adds magic damage to physical attacks. Strong against Malefimancy magic users. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael. 1 turn remain.
Mal'akh Art: Raphael - A barrier that decreases the effects of Malefimancy magic at the expense of the user's mana. Enhanced by Mal'akh Art: Uriel and Mal'akh Art: Michael.

 

Vartock

"

Vartock

17% HP

MAX HP

50% EN

MAX EN

Conditions - injured.

"

Vartock Was bleeding from his abdomen and left arm but was still capable of fighting. He underestimated this kids power to withstand his final blow. Vartock with a blank dark expression on his face astonished inside his mind. Vartock had another couple trump cards up his sleeve but wanted to make this kid believe that he had nothing left. Vartock was not a sneak attack or tricker he was straight and to the point. Although vartock had not been defeated he knew that he had made a mistake in ignoring his instincts to not underestimate anybody no matter how small or huge they are.

Vartock learned a valuable lesson and grew a genuine smile across his face, if I call off this spar then I have gained an apprentice. If I continue this fight I will surely kill this kid by accident. Vartock was speaking inside his head, debating whether or not to continue, but vartock is an honorable warrior. Though this kid proved everything that vartock looked for in a warrior, for a friend, and apprentice, and more. this kid had more than proved he was ready to side with him in whatever adventure's laid before them. Vartock's third eye shut, the dark energy dissipated from his forehead and then he walked up to bradwynne face to face.

Vartock

" Alright you win, this sparring match is over, I can see your more than capable enough to follow me along and further more as my equal, I can teach you things you have never knew before and furthermore make you a great warrior. Naturally I would have just killed you, but you opened my eyes both spiritually and honorably, and I would not take that for granted not many people gain my respect and my oath. I swear on my life alone you are my friend, you are my equal, and you are now my teacher as well as I am yours. You have potential to be a great warrior, even one greater than myself someday, if trained correctly. However I have seen your dreams and your nightmares when I connected with your mind. I know you're fears. My first lesson to you is no more fear, not of war, not of people, not of anything, Fear is the enemy, fear is a path to your own self destruction, if your too afraid to face what's unknown and non understandable then you have already killed yourself long before the battle began. "

Vartock stood thinking for a moment before turning around and a white silverish aura forming around his body.

Vartock

"do you take and swear an oath to me now that all your future ambitions and your life now belongs to me, that is the price you must pay for becoming my apprentice, you must serve me and only me, your loyalty bounds to no other man more than myself, You belong to me you provide for me whatever I need you to do, If I say slit someone's throat, you will without mercy or hesitation, If I ask you to abandon me and leave me to die, you will do so without hesitation, If I say grow a garden for me you will do so without question, swear this oath and I will teach you everything I know and more and the spoils out of this venture will be worth it when we are both masters of our very own fleets"

Vartock Remained silent for a moment and then brushed his hair back behind his head and gritted his teeth.

Vartock

"upon when we are strong enough you and I will form our very own malicia and take down anybody who gets in our way and is not loyal to us. For now I also serve a master and a duke at that, you will trust me and follow me above even him, but for the moment you will never ever make any rash decisions against him unless I give the word you serve me by serving him as well as you serve me so to speak. His name is Seto Kurrama and he is a very powerful warrior, he was my first fight when I spawned in Brisshal, that is how I knew to anticipate your teleportation technique, after seeing a master perform the technique It was clear to me, Dark intuition is a very powerful technique and its very handy, however only those cursed with malefimancy can learn such a technique."

 

Fortunately for Bradwynne, Vartock did not continue to attack him. If he did, maybe they would have killed each other on the spot with their ferocious attacks, and that was not Bradwynne wanted. As he had already died once, he would never want to have some irrational fears that would assault his mind ever again, or would He then took note on Vartock had said about his conditions on taking him up as an apprentice. Although he was prepared to do a lot of menial work or do very strenuous training just to gain his indomitable resolve, there would be two things that he could not stomach himself to do.

One was to kill those who he wanted him to kill. Bradwynne was bothered on this idea. Notwithstanding that this person might not have experienced the rigors of war, the people in this world could be considered like the people back in the outside world. There are really some kinds of people he could kill and call it a fair game, but there are the circumstances that some people might be only coerced to do something that he did not really want. And war, in his opinion, was not something that should be done everyday. As he had just experienced here, in a war, everyone was a loser. It was not fear of the war that was the reason for him to shun it; it was his resolve that most of the time, diplomacy would be all that is needed. Someone only need to go to war as the last resort or when that was being imposed on him, and even then a quick and complete rout would be needed to finish it. As he had learned, the people constantly in peace and the people constantly in war had different opinions about going to war.

The other was to leave him to die when he ordered him to. When did he leave a comrade that was dying. Ever. He had everything on his arsenal to patch up wounds. Either they go away successful here, or they would run away in one piece.

He then chanted a Hebrew phrase, the same as he had chanted earlier, and Vartock would see his wounds close and not spurt blood anymore. He then would hold his hands up in an Eastern warrior's salutation towards Vartock, bowed his head, and then said, "I deeply thank you for the sparring session, sir Vartock. I have learned a lot from our fight, and you'll be sure that I would carry it deep in my heart." He then turned his back. "Although I have to turn down the offer of apprenticeship that you offered to me." Bradwynne omitted his reason of not wanting to take away lives as much as possible, leaving his second. "I do not leave friends and comrades dying when I am not. And you know what, I consider you as a friend after this fight." He turned his face towards Vartock, and then delivered a sweet smile. "Well you have said the name of Seto Kurama, maybe we might brush our shoulders frequently in the near future. See you soon!" With that, he then quickly chanted a Hebrew phrase, and it would seem the light wings he had generated shudder lightly, as if it was flapping. He then jumped high, and it would seem as if he was flying towards heaven, but in reality he had already teleported to a quite distant location.

/thread exit

 

Theme ending

@https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cMQb_ZyZRsQ

Vartock Shook his hand and was in a bit of shock as he stood there blank in the face and couldn't understand why the kid was so shocked of war. The kid left him without any more explanation so vartock figured maybe it was a conversation for another time. "A time and place for everything" Vartocks words as he chuckled to himself. However before vartock could thank the kid for his sparring session and his healing, the kids had brushed white angel wings and disappeared. Vartock was in a way disappointed on his decision but then again most people think one war is bad, Vartock has experienced a lot worse back in his world.


war is simple in vartocks eyes you're given orders to do a certain job and you go and execute the job no questions asked. If there was anything else needed or done it was your own personal choice and decision. bradwynne has experienced war so from one veteran to another it was an understanding vartock could never describe with mere words. Vartock just closed his eyes and walked the other direction to meet up with seto Kurama so they could head back to astorea. It was not fear that pushed vartock to get where his was, his will, his fire, his passion for what he had to do all came at a price.


Vartock being cursed with dark magic involuntarily made it so vartock was incapable of emotions most of the time. Vartock's will to keep fighting no matter what was only possible because of the environment he grew up in. he never had a choice to choose for himself and that is why vartock can never enjoy the fruits of life. Vartock always figured no matter how good you are. Your enemies will never share it with you and that is why you have to be cold and calculated in this world.

This was a peace time and he figured the scars of war will bring him around someday for now Vartock needed to find an open bathroom to take a shit. Then he needed to find some food because damn after two fights vartock was starving all too much. Vartock kept walking before picking up the pace and walking back to catch up with seto on their journey back to astorea. Vartock had to meet him in stokbon, and then back on the road, anything else was just another distraction. Vartock was not fully disappointed I mean after all the kid showed great promise if his stomach was not so weak but vartock would eventually change that in him.

Vartock laughed to himself, maybe the fact that vartock is emotionless is something that could be changed about him. Vartock shook his head, sweat rolling down his face the faster he ran, Vartock was thinking he needed to find the closest shower. Vartock thought maybe I will find one in stokbon, as vartock increase his running speed to 50 miles an hour and bolted like a flash of lightening out of site. Vartock was mainly a lone wolf, and unless he found a woman that could stand his shit he was sure out of luck on that matter. Vartock felt it's not everyday you meet someone with such emotion for this world, very rare but something you wanna hold close. People with big hearts make great friends, and if they are girls, they make great wives. Vartock bolted as fast as he could moving through the woods at speeds 150 times faster than sound. Vartock surprised by how much stronger he had become.

@https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrQsGeKN6qk /Thread Exit