Mortal Kombat! [IC]
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				Title: <strong>Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>09-10-2012, 23:46:48</strong>
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				<strong>The Courtyard</strong><br><br>The sun rose over the Lost Sea, washing over a lone island fortress with the warmth of its light. Somewhere between the realms, this island would be host to the latest of Mortal Kombat tournaments. Assembled in a courtyard overlooked by an elevated throne, the fighters of Earthrealm stood before an elevated throne overlooking the area. Between the arena and the throne there was gathered an audience of berobed student monks quietly kneeling in attendence. The sun was beating down on everyone as they waited, it seemed like it would be ages before <em>something</em> would break the tension.<br><br>From behind the stage that the throne was emplaced upon, an elderly man climbed up the stairs. He had long white hair, withered features and a thin mustashe and goatee. The robed old man was followed by two scantily clad women, raven-haired and beautiful, one fair and the other dark, wearing azure and emerald respectively. The old man went over infront of his throne and addressed the spectators and fighters "Kombatants. I am Shang Tsung! In the coming days each of you will fight. Some are here of their own volition, others were brought here by chance."<br><br>From behind the upraised stage, a few of Outworld's fighters took their place amongst the group of Earthrealmers. It was only a fraction of Shao Kahn's delegation, for he had little desire to reveal his entire hand at once. The whole crowd, Earthrealmers and Outworlders both, were flanked by men wielding spears and wearing strange black-and-white diamond-shaped masks. Throughout the entire place there was a pervading sense of hostility, like the urge to just slaughter the men and women of Earth was just barely restrained by the most tenuous of bonds.<br><br>As Shang Tsung continued to talk, the Onna-Bugeisha Ayumi turned to the Thunder God Raiden, "Kaminari-sama," She said, turning her chin towards him while keeping her eyes on the sorceror, "Their eyes... They look as if-"<br><br><strong>"They will not violate the rules of Mortal Kombat."</strong> Raiden interjected, his voice deep and thunderous with authority,<strong> "They cannot, lest Shao Kahn face the judgement of the Elder Gods. In order to merge Earthrealm with Outworld, he must win only by the rules of Mortal Kombat."</strong><br><br>Ayumi looked over her shoulder, her gaze locked first at Gao for a moment before settling on Sucuri and Ajei, "I cannot believe that such strange people live just beyond the sea..." <br><br><strong>"They are human, the warriors of Earthrealm."</strong> Raiden said, <strong>"If we are to succeed, you must treat them as your sisters. For you have more in common with them than any of Shao Kahn's outworlders, least of all <em>them.</em>"</strong> He added, looking up at the two women besides Shang Tsung's throne. Ayumi furrowed her brow and asked, "They are not human?"<br><br>Raiden shook his head as Shang Tsung continued his speech, "This is the third Mortal Kombat tournament after two Outworld victories to determine Earthream's fate. If you defeat all of your opponents, you will face one final challenge... <em><strong>me.</strong></em>"<br><br>Within the crowd of warriors, Ieremia was amongst Outworld's kombatants. In the days prior he met many strange and unusual beings... Overall, few of them were fond of one another, and in many ways that made Ieremia no different than the others. It was a fragile alliance, bound together by hatred, fear, or greed. He had yet to meet the Emperor, but to bring together all these fighters under a common goal- it was a testament to his power. They all seemed too focused on their own problems and rivalries, some of which had been thousands of years old, to give the newcomer much thought... at least until he proved himself. Yamagi was among the group as well, though she wasn't strictly a fighter on <em>either</em> side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 00:26:04</strong>
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				Ieremia could practically smell the blood about to be spilled here. In case he was to be selected, he had already been busy: a few conversations with some Outworld herbalists taught him about a plant here on the island that could be used to inflict temporary paralysis upon an enemy, and he had already distilled its most potent parts into a dose of liquid poison currently smeared on the interior of his dagger sheath. The simple act of drawing the weapon housed there would completely coat the blade in the poison.<br><br>He shivered with anticipation, checking a few more times to make sure that he had everything ready. The buckles on his studded black leather armor were secure, his cape could be removed at a moment's notice, his weapons were all there. It had been too long since he had faced down a proper foe in single combat, and he could scarcely concentrate on what Shang Tsung was saying about the tournament as he was reviewing his form in his head. The vampire could feel his teeth turn to fangs in his mouth, and his bloodlust continued to build. He had to fight soon, had to draw blood, had to make someone suffer. It had been too long...<br><br>He caught sight of a woman in armor speaking with a peculiar man of an Eastern bent, in a robe and straw hat, and decided what he wanted to do. <em>Her. I want to fight her,</em> Ieremia thought. His fingers curled and uncurled around his kilij's hilt, and he accidentally pricked his tongue on one of his fangs. The little stab of pain brought him back down, to his more cunning mindset. <em>You're the private here, Ieremia, not them,</em> he thought with a hint of bitterness. <em>They're going to display someone impressive for this first fight, like that giant four-armed furry freak, not you.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-10-2012, 05:17:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Native_american_women_photos_02.jpg)</div><div align="center">Ajei</div><br>&nbsp; The copper skinned girl stood with her hands clasped firmly behind her back.&nbsp; Occasionally she swallowed, but other than that didn't manage to show sign of nerves.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; She glanced across at Raiden.&nbsp; Was that really her father wearing another face?&nbsp; Or was it an elaborate trick of some sort?&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Her liquid black eyes moved about the crowd again, then back to the speaker.&nbsp; Her throat was tight as much with excitement as fear.&nbsp; What were all these creatures.&nbsp; Some fit legends, others were just wild.&nbsp; Still, her father had spoken the truth.&nbsp; Here she would find a chance to protect not just her people, but her whole world.&nbsp; To prove--to herself if no one else--her worth as a warrior.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; The copper skinned girl started relaxing now.&nbsp; She let her feet spread to shoulder length apart, rested her fists easily on her hips.&nbsp; She didn't wear much, high mocasins, a leather loincloth and matching bikini.&nbsp; She war a few straps, though, holding obsidian knives at her hips and chirt tomahawks crossed at her back.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>11-10-2012, 22:51:31</strong>
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				Shang Tsung sat on his throne looking very pleased with himself. "Our first Kombatant will be-"<br><br>Ayumi picked up her Naganita and strode out into the arena, shouting "Koketsu ni irazunba koji wo ezu!" Those who had come under Raiden's blessings to fight for Earthrealm heard the words in its native language, but the meaning was not lost to them. 'If you do not enter the tiger's cave, you will not catch its cub.' Shang Tsung had a similiar spell in effect for his own Kombatants not used to human tongues. "I do not fear you!!" She said, turning around and facing the other warriors.<br><br>Raiden stepped forward to stop her, but it was too late, "Very well!" Shang Tsung exclaimed, interrupting whatever words of wisdom the Thunder God could have provided, "Who will accept her challenge?"<br><br>Ayumi maintained a fierce look, holding her spear tightly as she narrowed her dark brown eyes on the sorceror. Her long near-black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, bangs framing her face over a forehead protector.<br><br>The woman was adorned in lacquered armor over her shoulders and thighs, pauldrons and bracers, complete with iron boots. Beneath her armor she wore a thick cloth sash with her katana-wakazishi pair sheathed. She was busty, her armor pushing her breasts together beneath the folds of her skimpy short kimono. The Samurai wife's thighs were exposed, revealing the suppleness of her skin, much paler than most of the fighters here. Just behind the folds of her kimono skirt, she wore a simple man's fundoshi; a cloth thong secured high around her waist.<br><br>The other warriors moved back, offering some space for the fight to come. Raiden took his place in the crowd amongst Gao Wu, Ajei, and Sucuri. <strong>"Listen to my words."</strong> &nbsp;The Thunder God said, turning his back on Ayumi and whoever may have strolled out to face her, <strong>"These men and women are unlike any foe you have faced before. Their appearances can be deceiving... Do <span class="bbc_u">not</span> underestimate them."</strong> 
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 03:54:41</strong>
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				<em>Now's my chance!</em> Ieremiah stepped forward from the crowd of Outworld fighters, trying to remain as calm as possible before the kombat began. "I will&nbsp; accept her challenge... and change her mind," he declared, fingering the hilts of both of his blades.<br><br>He was an intimidating sight, decked out in a suit of black leather armor, reinforced with chain and studs in a few places, mostly on the cuirass and pauldrons. His cloak swirled sinisterly behind him, and his raven-black hair was being tossed here and there by the breeze. His visible flesh was pale, paler even than Ayumi. Some might have even called it chalky in hue.<br><br>The vampire locked his eyes with his opponent's, crimson-gold staring somewhat menacingly into dark brown. His tongue flicked out, longer than the normal human tongue, and licked his lips. A few drops of blood still dotted it almost imperceptibly from where he had pricked it on his fangs earlier. "I am the monster in the dark," he said as he drew his kilij. "And this isn't a fairytale." He brought the blade up and ran his tongue along the flat of his sword. If he imagined hard enough, he could remember the taste of his previous victims still staining the sword.<br><br>In the back of his head, Ieremia kept his poisoned dagger in mind. <em>Maybe a quick throw at the beginning of the match would be a viable attack. Lodge it in her, get an unhealthy dose of the poison coursing through her veins... Yes, that could work.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 06:55:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Yamagi wasn't exactly what one would expect to be a fighter. She was standing out of the way, hands hidden in the sleeves of her dress, head down. Anyone not paying attention might even think she was asleep. In reality, Yamagi was doing what she was trained best at, observe. There was so much that people gave away when they weren't keeping themselves in check. <em>'A good deal of foreigners here. That woman... she's familiar.'</em><br><br>&nbsp;Her eyes flicked to the man next to her and a small smile came to her lips. <em>'Hello... uncle.'</em> She listened to the woman's challenge, raising an eyebrow. <em>'Ah... that's right... the samurai's widow.'</em> Yamagi moved, crossing the grounds to walk past Ayumi. As she did, she spoke quietly to her and Raiden. "Nō aru taka wa tsume wo kakusu."
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				Post by: <strong>AKunoichi</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 10:16:38</strong>
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				<em>So this is where the Tao has taken me.</em> Swan thought to herself as she wandered through the crowd watching the fight. <em>Barbarians, demons, and gods, all fighting to the death with the balance of the universe at stake.</em> How exciting!<br><br>Swan was a young Chinese woman in a short black silk dress with matching stockings and elbow gloves. The Dress was cut very short, and the thin fabric hugged her curves nicely. Although she didn't look very dangerous compared to some of the other spectators. She carried a Jian sword in a decorated scabbard, and had a long rope with a sharp metal dart on the end of it wrapped around her waist. Along with an assortment of throwing needles hidden in her dress, and her considerable experience in various styles of Kung Fu, she was well prepared for any kind of trouble she might encounter as she sought her destiny.
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				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 12:46:40</strong>
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				The crowd scattered to the periphery of the area as Ieremia strode out to meet the first Earthrealm kombatant. Ayumi eyed Yamagi as he licked his blade, her gaze fierce and unrelenting in a show to the demigod kunoichi of her strength and determination. When the warriors had a sufficient amount of space, Shang Tsung took his seat at the throne overlooking the arena. The Samurai's wife took her naginata in hand and turned to Raiden, bowing before him in reverence for her patron in this tournament.<br><br><strong>"Round One!"</strong><br><br>She turned to Shang Tsung, bowing before the sorcerer in respect. This was not the battlefield, where a Daimyo would send a horde of peasants with guns at her to be butchered... This was a tournament, and to the honor-bound Samurai, a noble one where single combat would spare the blood of their peoples otherwise shed in war.<br><br><em><strong>"Fight!"</strong></em><br><br>The Onna Bugeisha turned to her opponent lastly as that single word echoed through the air. Despite his menacing words, she bowed a final time, lowering her gaze so as not to give the impression that she did not trust him. ...Yet what Ayumi failed to grasp was that this was no tournament between Samurai with their code and compunctions against dishonor.<br><br>As soon as she lifted her eyes, a dagger was hurtling towards the woman. She hurriedly brought her spear to bare, swinging the naginata in an effort to deflect the dagger. The effort saved her from a direct hit, but the blade still slashed a deep cut through her thigh on its way to the earth. Her blood spilled to the earth in a 'J'-shaped arc, punctuated by the dagger embedded into the wooden floor.<br><br>Ayumi's eyes widened and then she furrowed her brow, advancing forward to punish the Outworld fighter for his dirty trick. The samurai's wife flourished her weapon at him threateningly as she advanced step by step... And yet... her leg started to cramp up. She grit her teeth, the woman's muscles feeling like they were trying to pull free from her bone. The pain subsided, replaced only by a deep numbness... It travelled down her leg, tingling her nerves as it moved up her abdomen as well. It dawned upon her that she had been poisoned! And it was a potent toxin indeed.<br><br>Had the dagger been buried in her flesh, it might have reduced the woman to being unable to move at all, much less fight. Ayumi found that she could no longer advance, at least not while dragging her leg behind her. She would have to cede the offensive to him, and so the Onna Bugeisha assumed a low stance and cautiously readied her naginata.
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				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 00:27:36</strong>
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				Ieremia had no such inclination towards an honor code as Ayumi, and as soon as Shang Tsung's command to fight was issued, he complied. His dagger was out in his left hand inless than a second, and was flying towards its target while she bowed. While the vampire was somewhat disappointed that the dagger didn't find its mark as cleanly as he had hoped, he was still gratified to see it inflict a wound after it was deflected.<br><br>He let loose a low chuckle when he saw her charge slow, and eventually stop in her tracks. <em>Good,</em> he thought. <em>The poison is doing its job, even with that small wound.</em> Ieremia's tongue ran a quick circle around his lips, wetting them just a little bit at the sight of her blood.<br><br>The vampire knew from experience that fighting a soldier on the defensive with a polearm was a risky prospect, as their reach trumped his sword's raw power unless he could break the haft of the weapon, not something he could always count on. So, he resolved to play to her weaknesses, and try to goad her into attacking him. "What's the matter?" he asked in mock pity. "Your leg looks a little stiff. Are you sure you didn't put that armor of yours on too tight, woman?" He finished up his mocking remark with a toothy grin, showing off the row of fangs in his mouth.<br><br>He himself adopted a defensive stance, ready for her to advance so he could put paid to her with his blade. He was confident that even in her armor, his kilij would have no trouble inflicting damage; probably not as much as he would against an unarmored target, but it would still be a dangerous strike&nbsp; if it landed.
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				Post by: <strong>Interested</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 03:45:25</strong>
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				<strong>Gao Wu, Spectating</strong><br>The Chinese demi-god of war whispered in Raiden's ear. "Should I give Ieremia a little boost?" He asked. "I could attempt to strengthen her through my sovereignty over war. Perhaps no-one would notice." Gao Wu was inexperienced with the rules of Mortal Kombat. He had barely learned his divine heritage, let alone the rules of Mortal Kombat. He did know, however, that his suggested strengthening of Ayumi was probably against the rules of Mortal Kombat. That didn't mean he wouldn't risk at least speaking about it with Earth's Defender, Raiden."
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				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 04:58:58</strong>
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				Mora listened intently as Shang Tsung gave what seemed to be an introductory speech, before the old man announced that mortal kombat had begun. He was prepared to take to the ring, get his first fight over with, but before he had the chance, someone else from earthrealm stepped forward, a girl who'd been speaking with the one called Raiden. Mora watched as another man joined her in the ring... He looked like a vampire... But... Did those really even exist?!! Mora smiled as the fight started, but his eyes widened as the man attacked the girl while she was bowing to Shang Tsung. "What the hell?!! Is that allowed?!" He shouted and instinctively grabbed for his sword, but then stopped himself... If he interfered, he might lose the fight for the girl, and then possibly get disqualified, himself. Reluctantly, he released the hilt of his sword and watched the girl from Earthrealm, eyes filled with remorse.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;(http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee294/freeindeed07/Anime/Boy5.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>Thorn14</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 06:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/kNGWC.jpg)</div></div><br>A dark skinned beauty walked through the crowds as well. The world of the supernatural was not unknown to the assassin, but she couldn't help but feel like she was partly out of her league here.<br><br>"A fighting tournament? And I've been invited? Hmm..." It could certainly get her an edge to advance her position even more so...but she also was concerned about the consequences of losing.<br><br>She noticed Raiden, he seemed to be on the side of earthrealm it seemed. Still, she wasn't completely interested yet, she wanted to investigate. "And...what happens if we lose this tournament? A fight to the death? Because if this is for naught..."
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				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 06:37:00</strong>
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				(http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee294/freeindeed07/Anime/Boy5.jpg)<br><br>Mora looked up as the dark-skinned girl emerged. He was getting tired of watching the fight... He hated fighting, but even moreso, he hated watching another lose. He approached the beautiful girl and smiled at her shyly. "H-hello there... My name's Mora... I wish you luck in this tournament..." He greeted, giving a polite bow. "And, anyway... I was wondering... If you would like to have a quick spar... You know... Before our times to fight come up?" He flashed an even bigger smile, praying she would not reject him.<br>"We can go somewhere even quieteer, should you so wish..." He whispered. "And you know, I'll go easy on you..." He teased before turning away slightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 12:26:13</strong>
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				Ayumi narrowed her eyes at her opponent as he taunted her. She gritted her teeth in a rage, clenching her fists around the wood of her spear and forcing her legs to move. The Onna Bugeisha thrust her blade out and started to push the offensive. Ieremia was ducking and weaving around the larger weapon as her legs were not as limber and agile as they might be normally...<br><br>Raiden narrowed his eyes under the brim of his hat as he crossed his arms, <strong>"No."</strong> &nbsp;He said, answering Gao Wu with a slow shake of his head. As the two warriors fought before them, the white-clad God went on to say, <strong>"Once Outworld and Earthrealm's champions have been chosen, the fight is between them alone. You will only invite trouble by interfering."</strong><br><br>Ayumi's naginata was broken by a well placed stomp of Ieremia's foot just above the steel. Abandoning the bladeless pole, she threw it aside and drew her katana, raising it high above her head. She remained focused on him, rage and frustration for his tricks welling up in her breast... she breathed hard, her chest heaving with the effort. With her arms over her head, the japanese woman's breasts were displayed quite prominently, framed by her pauldrons. Beads of sweat started to form on her skin.<br><br><strong>"Round Two! ...<em>Fight!</em>"</strong><br><br>Raiden did not balk, fixing his sight on the duel as he explained to Fatin, <strong>"If you lose... then the Emperor Shao Kahn comes one step closer to physically absorbing our world into his. The Elder Gods created the Mortal Kombat tournament to give Earthrealm a chance to defend itself. If the Emperor wins ten consecutive tournaments, then he will conquer all."</strong><br><br>Ayumi had yet to land a blow on her enemy, growing more and more frustrated with every failing of her legs to carry her through the battle. She was panting hard, while Ieremia seemed to remain well-rested. Her movements were stiff and unyielding as the poison seeped through the rest of her body. She swung a wide horizontal slash, one powerful enough to bisect a tree or behead any man... and yet it caught nothing but air. Ieremia slipped past and ended up moving faster than she could turn around. She looked over her shoulder as he whirled his blade around....<br><br><strong>"AAAaaauugghh!"</strong><br><br>A wide-eyed Skarlet forced herself to the front of the crowd of spectators by the time Ieremia's kilij found the back of her knees. She was hamstrung, his blade whetting itself on her blood as the woman's severed tendons suddenly went loose, rolling up into her thigh and calf. Ayumi dropped her katana in pain and reached behind her as she crumpled forward. Effectively crippled, it was obvious she was in no condition to fight any further. Rolling over to her side, the woman reached behind her knees, not knowing what to do to stem the pain or the flow of blood. <strong>"Nngghhuuhh."</strong> Instinctively, the woman crawled away from her opponent on her hands and elbows, her legs now useless as they dragged behind her.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>"Finish her!</em>"</strong></span><br><br>Ayumi's eyes widened when she had heard those words... She had lost. This was no battlefield where she might be able to rely on another to preserve her as she crawled to safety. She could not treat her wounds and live to fight another day... This was a fight to the death, and she had lost. For her honor, for her clan and for her husband's memory, she had to adhere to Bushidō- to die with honor and dignity.<br><br>She turned around and propped herself on an elbow as she drew her short sword, the wakizashi. Falling back to lay down, she lifted the blade up, edge downwards... ready to plunge it into her own belly. She began to breathe hard, biting her lip as she cringed every muscle in her body anticipating the impalement. Ayumi closed her eyes and grit her teeth. 'Just do it! She thought, 'Die with honor! Kill yourself!'<br><br>Raiden looked on with disappointment evident in his face, but he did not look away. So suddenly, the harsh reality of this tournament would undoubtedly set in with most of the fighters here. This was no game, and whatever warmth and lightheartedness had existed in the air before was gone... replaced only by silence as a broken woman struggled to end herself before Outworld's first warrior.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 13:06:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Yamagi quietly sat next to Raiden. Here eyes half closed, she was sipping a cup of tea as the fight proceeded. "Interesting Raiden-ojisan. The samurai's wife has no experience with poisons, this is an enemy she cannot win against." She said as the fight progressed. The young woman took a sip as Ayumi screamed in pain, to hide the small smile on her face. "A pity, such a beautiful young lady, yet she fights like a trapped boar."<br><br>&nbsp;The kunoichi sighed as Ayumi crawled away from Ieremia. "And now the samurai's wife will end herself as a samurai should. Impaling themselves so their enemy does not need to waste the effort. Such an 'honorable' death, to take your own life rather than fight to the last. Truly only a samurai deserves such an end." She spoke just loud enough that Ayumi would be able to hear her, but did not seem to address anyone in particular. Yamagi looked towards Raiden and smiled slightly. "Raiden-ojisan, would you perhaps like some tea?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 15:53:44</strong>
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				The fight was mostly over as Kallei arrived. She pushed her way through the crowds, not particularly pleased to be roped into a tournament that was structured around ancient rules. Kallei wasn't one to play fair, as the host of bodies she had left in her wake would attest. She approached the outer edge of the arena and her eyes fell upon the hapless woman that lay on the ground. Kallei eye's widened slightly, finally realizing what kind of 'Tournament' this really was. <br><br>Kallei smirked, knowing full well that death was on the line for all who failed. This was a fate that followed her every waking moment of her life. Her eyes fixated on the stage, trying to figure out who the strongest opponents she would have to face were. Cheating was a way of life for her, she just needed to plan her next move. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 20:03:50</strong>
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				Ieremia ducked and weaved around the naginta blade, grinning every step of the way. When she stabbed low, he knew he had his chance to try to break the spear's haft. He stepped back, waited for the blade to stop, and then brought his right foot down just a few inches above where the blade was joined to the wood. With a loud 'snap,' the wood splintered and broke.<br><br>The grin turned to a self-satisfied smirk when she tossed the pole aside. <em>If she only knew how much damage that could do to me in the right place,</em> he thought. Still, he contented himself to fight her on even more his terms now that she would be using a sword. During the break between rounds, he admired her figure as she prepared herself. And of course, as soon as the fight was begun, he struck.<br><br>He clashed and whirled, seamlessly blending the more traditional European techniques with some he had picked up while fighting Ottomans as the two fought. Strike left, parry right, cut and slash... he was just waiting for his opening. Sure enough, he found it not long after. The girl brought her blade in a wide horizontal slash, but he had seen it coming.<br><br>A swift dodge under the blade and to her side, and he had his opening. With a quick slash to the backs of her knees, he knew the battle would be over. The vampire licked the blade again, tasting real blood this time. He followed her as she tried to crawl away, and sheathed his kilij after wiping it off on his cape, the red blood not even staining the red interior of the clothing. He wouldn't need it for his next little trick.<br><br>"Trying to take the coward's way out?" he asked. Ieremia kicked the blade out of her hand, out of her reach. "That we simply can't have." He grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up to his level. "Don't worry. This will only hurt for a second." And then, he lunged forward and sank his fangs into her throat.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interested</strong> on <strong>17-10-2012, 20:19:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gao looked towards Raiden. "So, she's dead now. As I understand it, this makes Shao Kahn closer to conquering the world." He frowned. "It doesn't look good. But I"m curious, what would happen, specifically, if there was some kind of a draw and both rivals die? Such a thing could easily happen with so many master warriors in one place." he watched with sadness as the samurai woman died to deny the enemy the honor of slaying her. "You know, ever since I learned Gaun Yu was my father, things have been going insanely weird. I'm frankly surprised that I'm not being spoken to by inanimate objects and animals by now. Wouldn't it be a good idea to just assassinate this Shao Kahn guy rather than just waste our time fighting in this Tournament?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 09:00:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Raiden was silent as Yamagi spoke tauntingly of the first champion for Earthrealm. He was stern, his face betraying little emotion. When he was offered tea, the Thunder God shook his head and kept his attention on Ieremia and Ayumi. Arrogant though she might have been, Yamagi could undoubtedly be of use to the forces of good. So too could she be an enemy, born from the loins of an evil god as she was... Raiden did not yet know what to make of the powerful but unreliable demigod.<br><br>Ayumi moaned, her eyes half-closed as she was lifted haplessly off the ground and bitten. She inhaled sharply for a moment before her body began to relax. When he had sated himself on her blood, Ayumi fell to her knees. Wounded as she was, she couldn't support herself and ended up on her hands anyways. Weakened, she slumped forward, her forehead brushing against the man's thigh as she struggled to sit upright.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"No... Not dead."</strong> Raiden said, narrowing his glowing white eyes as he began to speak distractedly, his words quiet and halfhearted, <strong> "Mortal Kombat has never ended in a draw before."</strong><br><br>Still very much alive, the japanese woman looked up at the imposing black figure looming over her. At eye-level with his crotch and now defenseless, the outcome was clear at least to the grinning Shang Tsung. What Ieremia's poison started, blood loss finished. The woman couldn't have offered him any resistance even if she tried.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Shao Kahn is an Emperor unlike any from our world."</strong> Raiden replied, referring to the current dynasty of ineffectual Ming emperors,&nbsp; <strong>"He is no Son of Heaven. His rule is not governed by any divine mandate but power and bruality. He is the Emperor of Outworld because none can stand to resist his might."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Thorn14</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 06:38:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fatin crossed her arms as she watched the fight. And just like that, it seems like her side had already lost the fight...<br><br>As the man offered to spar, she shook her head, not uncrossing her arms still. "Thank you but I'm fine. I need to do some investigation first...I don't like the idea of being in a fight to the death without knowing what in the world is going on..." <br><br>She looked to the thunder god "And so mighty that he can even survive a shot through the head without knowing I assume..." it of course would never be that easy...but maybe she could take out targets to give earthrealm an edge...<br><br>"What are the rules on...confrontations outside of the tournament?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mora</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 07:12:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mora frowned as she declined his offer. At least she was nice about it though. "Investigation...? Perhaps you can tell me more...?" He watched as Fatin looked over at Raiden. "Um... That's a dark thought..." This girl didn't seem to hold anything back. But her last question caught him off guard. "If you fight someone outside of the tournaments...? I'm sure it's allowed... I KNOW I heard that somewhere..." He paused. "You aren't talking about Raiden, I hope...? I don't even know if Gods are defeatable... Definitely not by regular Earthrealmers like us..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 11:54:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4f/Native_american_women_photos_02.jpg)</div><div align="center">Ajei</div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This language Raiden’s spell taught her had a complicated system of honorifics.&nbsp; Ajei was having trouble sorting through them all.&nbsp; She hoped the right ones would come out when she opened her mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The copper skinned girl tried to get closer as the duel began.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no other word for it.&nbsp; This was no playful bout.&nbsp; Her people’s wars were usually less brutal—with so many opponents willing to back down if shamed by a superior fighter touching them with a stick or playful grope.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This was total war in the form of a duel, with no quarter asked or given.&nbsp; Even when the human fighter was defeated, the out world emperor called for her destruction!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If Ajei had been one row closer to the front, then, her instinctive leap to the foreign girl’s aid might have been some terrible breach of formalities.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Like the man-monster who spawned the world’s mosquitos when slain, the Outworld warrior drank from his conquest’s blood rather than beheading her.&nbsp; Ajei clenched her fists and looked on in macabre fascination.&nbsp; Her muscles bulged, her hands shook at her sides.&nbsp; Sweat broke out on her brow and cleavage.&nbsp; “That thing should be destroyed,” she whispered.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It seemed, perhaps, he offered the human girl some small mercy.&nbsp; As her body crumpled on the ground, Ajei found herself next to Raiden.&nbsp; Perhaps her father had been the one to restrain her?&nbsp; She couldn’t remember.&nbsp; “Can we help her now, Father?” she asked, placing a hand on the storm-god’s shoulder.&nbsp; “I have some corn husks to absorb the poison, sacred water to wash the wounds, hide and needles to sew them.&nbsp; She doesn’t have to die.&nbsp; She may even fight again one day.”&nbsp; She was dubious about the last.&nbsp; Her grandmother had worked such miracles before, but she had paid most of her attention to her grandfather’s skills.&nbsp; If left to her poor skill, the girl might survive, but would probably need a crutch.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 10:32:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Yamagi tutted behind her tea cup, the pleasant little smile never leaving her face. "She is a samurai's wife. Honor is what is most important to her." She said, taking another sip. Sighing, Yamagi looked to Fatin. "And why would you wish to fight outside the tournament? To show a potential enemy what you can do? Do you wish for some tea?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 06:07:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ieremia knelt down, until he was at eye level with the samurai's wife. "You lose," he told Ayumi, with his damnable smirk on his face.<br><br>He was familiar with the rules of the tournament, having learned those along with his little crash course in the island's poisonous plants. Combatants fought until one couldn't continue to fight, and this usually resulted in a death. However, he also knew that the man running the tournament, the shapeshifter, had mentioned casually to some of the Outworld fighters that they could claim the fighters they defeated in combat. The vampire planned to do precisely that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>30-10-2012, 22:45:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Ieremia wins!"</strong><br><br>Raiden sighed, shaking his head as Ayumi lay helpless before the vampiric warrior. Shang Tsung sat smirking and confident in his throne...<br><br>The Thunder God turned to Ajei, saying, <strong>"You're right... but he has won the right to determine her fate. We can only help her after he has consummated his victory."</strong> As Ayumi faded in and out of unconsciousness, Raiden teleport in a blast of thunder besides the dueling pair. Ayumi's eyes betrayed only the faintest awareness of where she was. The pain was gone, mostly... either from the shock or some result of Ieremia's fangs.<br><br><strong>"You are victorious."</strong> Raiden said to Ieremia, his tone explanatory and devoid of emotion, <strong>"But this one belongs to Earthrealm- she will <span class="bbc_u">not</span> become Shao Kahn's slave. Finish her or let her live. But you will not have this opportunity again."</strong><br><br>In Raiden's words there was the hint of a threat. After this, Ayumi would no longer be participant in the tournament. To Raiden, this meant that she was exempt from any further punishment... Shang Tsung interpreted it much differently.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheRaven</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 18:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ieremia reveled in the declaration of his victory, staring hungrily down at the samurai's wife below him. He was about to haul her up and drag her away when the thunder god teleported to his side.<br><br>The vampire sneered at Raiden when he offered the information to him. "That was not the impression I was given when the rules were explained to me. Still, if you insist, I suppose I'll just have to make do here." He retrieved his dagger, and began to carefully cut Ayumi's armor at the straps until the lamellar fell away and left her in the clothing she wore beneath the armor. He didn't want her completely immobile, and took care not to open another wound with the envenomed blade; he liked a girl with a little kick to her, even if this one wouldn't be moving much.<br><br>After returning his weapons to their appropriate sheathes, the vampire pounced, almost cat-like, onto the woman. He reached one gauntleted hand into her top to deliver a sharp tweak to her left nipple, hoping that the sudden feeling would snap her out of the apparent numbness that had gripped her. "Come to your senses," he ordered her. "I'm not done with you just yet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interested</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 02:21:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Guan Dao</strong><br>"This is sickening, god of Thunder." Gaun Dao said passively to Raiden. "I will not return until it is my time to fight. I have plans." Gaun Dao left the arena, and began to search the island. He was suspicious of Shang Tsung, and he had heard of possible clues on the island to investigate. If there was anyone who could defend himself, even on such a dangerous island, it was Guan Dao. He left the area of all the Kombatants and began his search. It was first that he began his investigation inside of a mysterious cave. He was told that somewhere in the caverns of this island, there were prisoners of this Shang Tsung. He would not, as god of war, let them be prisoners of this evil sorcerer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Inerrant Lust</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:08:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Raiden merely offered as much as a scowl as the normally stoic deity could get. Suddenly, as if from nowhere they were joined by Shang Tsung. "Please." He said, appealing to the vampiric warrior, "In due time, Ieremia." The Thunder God narrowed his eyes and turned away, walking from the scene. "If it pleases you." Shang Tsung said quietly before levitating back towards his throne, "This tournament will resume at dusk tomorrow!"<br><br>The sorcerer took his leave, along with many of the other contestants. Raiden remained to watch over Ayumi, though he no doubt would not enjoy what was to come... Guan Dao shared his distaste, and Raiden nodded when the demigod took his leave. The vampire started to remove Ayumi's armor, the woman's senses slowly returning to her. Her wound in the opening volley of their duel was largely superficial, and the slash across the back of her knees left her mostly unmarred. Her short kimono revealed a lot of leg, supple skin that contrasted with the vampire's own chalky complexion. Her robes were starting to undo themselves, the sash loosening, the edges of the fabric exposing more and more of her cleavage as the pile of armor laid upon the ground.<br><br>She began to stir, moving against him as the metal of his glove, as cold as his skin, brushed against her flesh. "No..." She whispered, her arms weakly raising up in defense against the indignities he afflicted her with. "Please." She was so exhausted, so weak... Ayumi could barely move a muscle, much less her lips to speak. Yet still she tried, her luscious lips half-parted as she pleaded.<br><br>'I am a Samurai's Wife.' Ayumi thought, 'No... I'm weak. I failed.'<br><br>As he groped her, the woman's nipples started to harden from the touch. All the pain was gone, but still her body reacted to his touch. Her kimono went taut around her other nipple as it pressed against the fabric. Her shame intensified as the sensations throughout her body did the same...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:22:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;"Hmmmm... I suppose all is done here." Yamagi said, standing. She turned, the tea set sinking into the shadows, and moved with a purpose towards the castle. Yamagi had a reason to come to this island, and it wasn't to partake in some silly martial arts competition. The kunoichi followed behind Guan Dao, her hands folded into her sleeves.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interested</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 06:51:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Not realizing Yamagi was following somewhat close behind, Gaun Dao swung his. . . well, Guan Dao behind him, and shouted in the caverns. . ."<strong>Who's there? Where are you?</strong>" He demanded, not wanting to be ambushed and taken out from behind. He looked from every direction, including up. He knew that there were ninja and others here, they were known for being quite unconventional in their fighting and even ambushing conduct. He hoped he would have a chance to avenge Ayumi's eventual death and most probable torment to follow. Ninja, Lin Kuei? Something else? Guan Dao wondered what sort of warrior he would have to face now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ShadowFox89</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 10:33:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;There was naught but rocks and trees behind Guan Dao, as he turned around. Yamagi had hidden herself in the branches of a tree, manipulating the darkness to better conceal her form. <strong>'That fool may be more trouble than he is worth...'</strong> She thought, studying him. She could take the blade out of his hands with her kousen, but he was likely as skilled unarmed as he was with a blade... Drawing a kunai from within her sleeve, Yamagi threw it into the cavern, striking a rock somewhere within.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Interested</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 18:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly, as Yumagi struck a rock somewhere in the caverns with her kunai, Gaun Dao was confused. Then he decided on an alternative. It wouldn't be a good idea to head deeper into the caverns and pursue strange noises in the hopes of catching some invisible enemy. That was an obvious trick for ambush. Frustrated he couldn't see the ninja, simply headed outside the caverns. He went to the sides of the cavern opening, waiting for the intruder to come out. <em>If he or she think they can outsmart the new god of war, they have a nasty surprise. </em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mortal Kombat! [IC]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mystic Mika</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 22:28:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kallei left the arena, knowing full well that her time to fight would be coming soon enough. The tropical climate of the island reminded her of her ship. Sailing and pillaging across the caribbean. The weather just brought her to life, compared to the droll, rainy climate of Ireland. <br><br>As Kallei walked down the cobbled path that led from the arena back to the living quarters, she took a swig from the flask that she kept hid on her thigh. Death, warm weather, vampires and the fate of the universe. What the hell had she gotten herself into this time.
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