Free For All, Come At Me.

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Here's the character I'll be using.

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Here's the sword he always uses.

Atop the hill, waited the dark, foreboding figure. The full moon shining down triumphantly on the greenery beneath his feet. The clouds that lingered in the star-spattered skies loomed ominously over the cleared field. Along it's edges, trees spotted out the earth.

"Foreshadowing at it's best" thought the swordsman to himself, as his mouth began to whisper what seemed like an entire speech in but a few moments. His right hand reached up to the brim of the hat atop his head, lifting it up and outward a short ways..

The hat itself was but a foot or so tall.... the sword that fell out of it.. around four feet, easily. What witchery was this?

Before the swordsman, on the ground there lay an open book... the pages tilting in the light, warm breeze of the air about the field.

'Let no joyful voice be heard...' began the soft, whispered incantation of the man in the mask....
'Let no weary heart find rest....' his voice pattered against the midnight sky, whilst he placed his hat back atop his head...
'Let not a single sin go unpunished...' he gripped the hilt of the sword, lifting it, and laying the blade across his left hand, closing it tightly around the blade.
'For those who bear the crest...' He pulled back on the hilt, then, slicing open the palm of his hand as crimson beads of blood dripped down atop the book's pages.

'Abadon all hope, you who stand in my way...'

Is there no-one who could stop this threat? Is there no man who will stand against this mysterious stranger from a magical world? Only time... will tell.

[ Alright, so here's the deal. I've been outta practice with this particular character for a while. Haven't had a half decent round in a minute either. So, you may come, and you may attack. However many you would like. As a group, by yourself. it matters little. ]

pon such an introduction the world should shutter and quake. The fabric of reality should rip asunder as this entity landed upon the shores of this universal occurrence and breached the barrier in this act of existential rape. Such was not the case. He came into existence with naught but the sound of a soup bubble popping and no more visual effect other than that he was observed where previously he could not be.

A description of this newcomer would first be detailed by a lack thereof. For across the myriad of overlaying transitive planes, ethereal, astral, and others the space he occupied was encompassed in void the shape and size of a suit of armor that could fit him. Wrapped up within this event horizon little could be determined through the use of preternatural senses outside of the lack of observable and recordable data by those viewing the anomaly from without.

Physically this interloper was not even six foot tall. He possessed the shape and outline of a man, human by all visual standards, and alive by inspection. Like Matsumaru he wielded a sword but that is where the comparison ends. Matsumaru’s blade was larger and more malevolent in appearance. The hilt and guard could be described as less elaborate by some when referring to the larger blade. His blade was also sheathed, stationed upon his left hip and had the general size and shape of a bastard sword.

Buckles, straps, and clasps lay in a network across his chest, arms, and legs, belted taunt across the leather that wrapped most of his body. In the pale moonlight the leather shimmered silver as if sacred strands of spider silk had been woven into the light armor. Above and about this layer was a cloak, hood, and cowl of weathered a ripped ivory fabric with a pattern of script in the shape of chains that ran hither and tither, swaying and moving on its own accord or by the slight wind that ruffled the fabric upon which it lay.

His left hand rested easy upon the crystal cap of his blade and he spoke a single word. “Songr.” In answer or abeyance a song erupted from within him. Muscle in turn responded to the stimulus as did connective tissue and the other components of the muscular-skeletal system, increasing his strength by half again what it had been.

Eyes that had been blue now shone with a faint light, lit from within, a sure indication of his magical nature. Those two tiny stars watched, stared up at Matsumaru on the top of the hill from no more and no less than twenty meters away.

Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior >>>>

Meditative State -- Dyew is gaining one Ond level per combat round.
Whistling War Song -- All of Dyew's physical statistics are increased by a minor factor(.5).

It would appear.... the magician was no longer alone. His face turned gracefully, his mask kissed softly by the breeze as he pivoted to face the newcomer. His right eye seemed especially happy to see someone other than the magician himself, for it shined down a dark, crimson glow that spelled death for all it fell upon.

The man had hipped a bastard sword this morning. This was, a poor choice.

"Why have you come for me? This world was doomed from it's beginning..." he admitted to the newcomer, a lambent, purple aura slowly wrapping itself around his form. The shadows that wrapped the dismal field seemed to grow darker... colder at the very idea of what this embodiment of chaos planned to do with the world.

Without another word, the swordsman stuck the tip of his blade softly into the ground, running a hand along the rim of the hat that sat so delicately upon his head before the two hands joined one another atop the hilt of his sword. In wait, if you would.

t was indeed as it appeared. Matsumaru had been joined by another who stood twenty meters to his front after he had turned to face the newcomer. If the shadowmancer had known what he now faced his right eye would have been considerably less happy to gaze upon the subject of its current excitement. If it were true that his eye's crimson glow spelled death for all they fell upon he may as well be casting his gaze into a mirror this night. His reflection would do him a great kindness to warn him if he could see it. Matsumaru did not flee when Dyew arrived. This was a very poor choice.

His eyes did not remain stationary and observed the effect of his opponent’s aura across multiple planes in the same moment. In reply to his opponent's question and following statement Dyew did not speak. No reply was issued but Matsumaru's words were considered as they were spoken. 'Doomed by your action or inaction and this is why I have come for you.', Dyew thought as his right hand crossed his body to turn the ruby colored clasp upon his left breast. The reaction was not slow, and the change of the cloak's color was swift like the spread of a wild fire on a dry grassy plain. Dark script melted as the fabric writhed and became pitch, void as the space between stars. The ragged fabric grew in size and undulated as if it were dark fire born from the deepest bowls of the seven or the nine. Like a demon bound and then poked with it’s own fork, the cloak keened and wailed a high pitch screech that would send chills up the spine of any mortal hero.

Those that shared similar perception would witness transcendent chains of existential steel numbering in the hundreds shoot across the field, tangling the place in a web of interlacing links that ranged in size from the width of a finger to as thick as a forearm. The air and earth did not part in their passing. No thing living, undead, or otherwise would feel or fall in their flight or at their touch. Even if Matsumaru failed to dodge the three chains that would pass between his eyes and his groin they would cause him no ill and he would not feel them. This web of chains was thickest in the center where the cloak keened and writhed and it was in this epicenter that Matsumaru could perhaps observe any effect at all.

In close proximity to Dyew, within the reach of his sword, should he draw the blade and extended it forward, the shadows became less dark, less foreboding, and less frigid. The menacing cloak had hedged Matsumaru’s grip upon his coveted weapon, the shadows away from its master. Like coiling snakes those chains writhed about Dyew as he started to press forward, not at a run, and not at a walk, but with a determined advance that would bring him within melee range in slightly less than fifteen seconds. The chains moved with him. Dyew did not yet draw his sword and the closer Dyew came the more the chains that linked the field would fade out of view if Matsumaru could see them at all.

It was during his first step that a sharp keening emanated from Dyew’s left hip, where his left hand rested upon the blue crystal cap of his blade. The sound issued could be described as background noise, a high pitched static mixed with a shrill whistle that was barely on their audible level. It would claw at his opponent’s mind, and eventually erode Matsumaru’s concentration to such a degree that he would not be able to manifest enough control to perform any significant action that required focus. First it would annoy him. Then it would aggravate him. Finally it would enrage him until all that was left was the thought of silencing the simple shrill little whistle.

Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior >>>>

Meditative State -- Dyew is gaining one Ond level per combat round.
Whistling War Song -- All of Dyew's physical statistics are increased by a minor factor(.5).
Shrill Whistle -- Opponents within earshot are distracted and will progressively lose their ability to concentrate. (Post Count: 1)

Dimensional, Planar, and Existential Anchor - Dimensional, planar, and existential phasing, shifting, and bending is hedged out, prevented, or causes extreme damage to the environment and all those present in extreme instances. The transitive planes are spaced from the prime in the local vicinity of the epicenter. Manipulation of energy or matter held forcibly or naturally on other planes outside of the prime is prevented within the local vicinity. Perception into other planes while residing on the prime is prevented in the vicinity of the epicenter. Dyew and other patterns within the linked web can not be removed from existence without extreme damage to existence and other patterns within the linked web.

Already, the specter seemed less than pleased with his prey. Dyew's magics where not unfamiliar to him. Over the eons, the swordsman had taken many a lesson from his foes. But, his observation skills proved to be the most beneficial factor in the demise of his foes. For it was within the void, that the shadowy specter was most at home.

"When a man meets a force... he cannot destroy" began the swordsman as an abundance of chains began on their path toward him. The swordsman only turned, swinging his right arm as though dragging it across his foe's body. And from his enemy's own cloak, bleak, tethering shadows billowed into existence, wrapping around anything they were close enough to get hold of, they would soon find themselves wrapping around most of his foe's body in less time than the chains could take to reach the magician... in a logical sense. A shadow is, by definition, the absence of light. That being said, considering that light moves at a rate that most eyes cannot track... would it not be reasonable to assume that a shadow would be cast at the same rate?

The magician's foe made a terrible miscalculation in opening a portal to what was literally a pitch black, endless well of shadows. And by creating such a show, he'd made it clear where the shadows could best be derived from.

In his same turning motion, the swordsman's head ducked beneath the leftmost of the chains, the right not being anywhere near his head at this point, whilst his right leg weaved beneath the chain that would have struck him in the groin. The specter wasn't sure what would happen in the event the his foe found a way to defeat the shadows that, in the time it took him to perform this simplistic dodge, would have been completely enshrouding his foe's body as well as the next ten or so meters around him. In all honesty, even that was a tad slow, the swordsman felt that it would be unsporting if anything to allow the shadows to move at their fullest speed, so, fast as they were, they still weren't as fast as light.

"How foolish." the swordsman would point out, had the shadowy tendrils he'd summoned from within his foe's own shadowy cloak been successful. He cupped his already outstretched right hand in a clawed manner, as his right eye made it clear of it's purpose. This was the eye of the beholder... an eye that could draw in every detail of a set situation. Needless to say, this improves the swordsman's level of focus on quite a high level, as well as his defensive skills. How else would he have known that the void within the cloak was a portal, and seen beyond it to know that it was nothing more than a purgatory of shadows, waiting to be released.

Dyew gave short pause when Matsumaru spoke again. "When a man meets a force... he cannot destroy.", his opponent said. The pause was short lived as the man raked his right hand as if trying to claw at him and nothing happened. Matsumaru had made a grave mistake. There was no portal and indeed there would be no portal. Dyew continued forward unstopped and unmolested. 'There is no force that can be exerted that can not also be stopped.', Dyew thought as he continued forward.

Shadows are indeed the absence of light. A normal shadow is composed of nothing, not matter, not force. A shadowmancer such as Matsumaru does not deal with normal shadow but the magic that such a sorcerer uses cannot be accomplished without normal shadows. A shadowmancer has a close connection and must draw upon matter and force from an extra-planar source in a transitive plane. The particular plane that Matsumaru was attempting now to draw from was known as the plane of shadow. Without this the shadow that Matsumaru was working with had no force and was composed of nothing so it could not harm Dyew. It did not help Matsumaru that he was trying to manipulate something that was not composed of shadow at all. The cloak was composed of an actual material and manipulated by a magic more foreign to him than he apparently realized. The area the cloak cast in shadow was within the area protected by it and thus could not be subverted.

If this was not the case and Matsumaru was giving force or matter to a shadow on the prime then it was no longer a shadow but composed of whatever force or matter that was put into it, which would cause it to move, behave, and be observed as such.

As Dyew grew closer the area in which Matsumaru could not manipulate said shadow grew closer. This area that surrounded Dyew was much smaller and easier to maintain than the area that Matsumaru expressed control over. One thing that Matsumaru may have been ignorant of and one thing that could have been his saving grace was that he could manipulate the environment with his abilities as long as said manipulation did not take place within the area protected by Dyew’s cloak. This meant that he could do such things as sling boulders and trees at Dyew using his abilities as long as the shadows used to lift and heft such objects where not within Dyew’s melee range with his sword drawn.

Also shadows manipulated by Matsumaru would move only as fast as he could think. Shadow would have the potential to move as fast as the speed of light but because an entity was doing the moving they could move only as fast as Matsumaru could force them to move. This meant that Matsumaru's reaction time, concentration, focus, and ability to process input or consciously think played a huge role in the speed at which the shadows moved.

Ten seconds and fifteen meters separated Dyew and Matsumaru. The distance and the time would continue to shrink unless Matsumaru moved away. The seconds ticked on as the terrible whistle continued. If Matsumaru ignored such a thing it would be his eventual downfall. Bardic magic can move mountains or be a contributing factor in the death of a ancient sword-master such as Matsumaru if ignored and given time. The battle song, spurred on by the manifest form of a song resounded within Dyew's mind and resolute spirit. Bone and muscle responded to the stimulus.

Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior >>>>

Meditative State -- Dyew is gaining one Ond level per combat round.
Whistling War Song II -- All of Dyew's physical statistics are increased by a lesser factor(1.0).
Shrill Whistle -- Opponents within earshot are distracted and will progressively lose their ability to concentrate. (Post Count: 2)

Dimensional, Planar, and Existential Anchor - Dimensional, planar, and existential phasing, shifting, and bending is hedged out, prevented, or causes extreme damage to the environment and all those present in extreme instances. The transitive planes are spaced from the prime in the local vicinity of the epicenter. Manipulation of energy or matter held forcibly or naturally on other planes outside of the prime is prevented within the local vicinity. Perception into other planes while residing on the prime is prevented in the vicinity of the epicenter. Dyew and other patterns within the linked web can not be removed from existence without extreme damage to existence and other patterns within the linked web.

"Hmph" chuckled the 'shadowmancer' as his oncoming foe would have liked to call him. His swift chuckle was one that brought about just what he'd predicted. As the vengeful thought ran through his mind, punishing his foe's obvious lack of rounding. "You always make this mistake" He said, as Dyew's movement rapidly slowed before his eyes. A crackling, similar to that of flash freezing could be clearly heard as Dyew's form stopped in it's tracks.

"Ah, the anchor" stated the magician as he lept to his side, spinning his legs and upper body clear of any chains that might have a residual presence. He landed softly on his feet, facing his new found, and now lost, enemy. His sword's tip had found it's way into the ground once again, and all was made clear. He hoped with all his blackened soul that Dyew could still hear him, even frozen solid. "Your first mistake was being a turtle, you medal clad misfit" stated the magician bluntly. "You wrapped yourself up in a shell that essentially keeps out anything that is made unnaturally." He tilted his head slightly as the shadows that wrapped the area about the field grew to their darkest black. "Correct me if I'm wrong, friend" he began again, holding his right hand up by his side, palm facing skyward. "But light, or rather, the heat created from light is primarily the cause of what building block, Hm?" He savored the moment. His foe couldn't move anyway... he was most likely already dead as a doornail as it stood, and if he had been still alive... frozen solid, the magician couldn't imagine a worse kind of hell.

"Ding Ding Ding" he continued, "Photons. The photon is the main source of all heat on this planet that we steal away from our dear, radioactive friend, the sun. Now, let me ask you, what happens when you take away all the photons in a given area? An extreme decrease in temperature, you say? Correct again, my clever friend. Now, riddle me this. How do you get a turtle out of his shell when the shell itself stops anything that isn't naturally occurring in the turtle's body? Or in this case, the turtle somehow stops everything un-natural from entering his shell at all? You make the un-natural, natural!" said the magician, as he darted his hand toward the skies.

Flying upward from the ground beneath Dyew, the image of a frozen dragon rocketed toward the sky, leaving behind Dyew himself, in the middle of a vastly thick iceberg. "By cranking up the air conditioning outside of your little shell, I made the cooling down within it a naturally occurring detail.. and thus.. the shell ignored it's presence all together."

It was quite simple, really. Dyew, from the beginning, thought it would be a good idea to encase himself in a radius of magic that would not allow Dimensional, planar, and existential phasing, shifting and bending within it's diameter. In other words, the un-natural was not allowed to enter. The magician had always been aware of this. He flipped his hand to face his palm downward, now, pushing it toward the ground as the frozen beast above turned and rocketed back toward the rock of ice. It slammed itself into the top of the berg, very clearly not a natural occurance. However, the extreme displacement of oxygen, easily strong enough to send a tributary of cracks down the ice and through his opponent.. that was.

As the beast vanished and the icy shards began to collapse in on his frozen, torn and now crushed foe... the magician shook his head, turning his back and continuing his incantation.

[ Logistics breakdown, in case I've been unclear. ;

In my time roleplaying, I've learned one thing for sure. If you're gonna make your own logistic sets up, make sure that the people you fight against understand them, so they can't call mod at the end of the fight.

So, to start, this match, from the moment you put up your "Dimensional, Planar, and Existential Anchor" ( Which, by the way.. is three different techniques condenced into one, and essentially makes you invincible to anything that gets too close... Not even gonna go into that. ) was about making something bad happening to you, completely natural. Since the definition of the technique does state "Manipulation of energy or matter held forcibly or naturally on other planes outside of the prime is prevented within the local vicinity. ( Essentially saying that once they get close to you. You just magically delete pretty much any powers they have. ) But the main point I want you to focus on here is the one in bold. "Manipulation". To put it plainly, Eon is not manipulating the temperature in the least. Is he causing it? No. It is a side-effect of his technique, suddenly increasing the depth of the darkness beyond it. The cold is completely natural, and considering you didn't say anything about how the outside world isn't allowed to penetrate the shell, in stating that I "could manipulate the environment with his abilities as long as said manipulation did not take place within the area protected by Dyew’s cloak." The cold, being naturally occurring, would easily drift into the cloak, because I did not create it.

For the attack itself, I honestly feel that most attacks are really over powered and 'mod' if you will. Therefore, I don't like to simply state my logic, because then your enemy can simply say 'Nuh-Uh' and what was a fair fight turns into a pissing contest. Therefore, I post in a certain manner to force my opponent to spell out my logic for me without ever knowing he's doing so. This writing style is the "eye of the beholder" technique I stated earlier in hopes that you would see through what was happening. You stated very clearly "Shadows are indeed the absence of light. A normal shadow is composed of nothing, not matter, not force. A shadowmancer such as Matsumaru does not deal with normal shadow but the magic that such a sorcerer uses cannot be accomplished without normal shadows". This implies that you concur that a shadow is nothing more than an absence of light. Light is made up primarily if not entirely of photons, which also give light it's heat. Therefore, by eliminating all the photons, I could lower the temperature outside to lower than absolute zero, and your next statement "Also shadows manipulated by Matsumaru would move only as fast as he could think. Shadow would have the potential to move as fast as the speed of light but because an entity was doing the moving they could move only as fast as Matsumaru could force them to move." I could freeze you solid instantly and not be cheating.

As you stated that the shadows could only act as fast as I could think. I direct you to the speed of electricity. I.E the electrical signals of the brain, which move at a minimum of 180 m/s. Which is the speed at which electricity travels. Now, that being said, how long would it really take to think the words 'darker' or 'no light'? Less than not. Add onto this that moving step by step is something at a novice level and you've only showcased your lack of thought as to the possibilities. If one visualizes the outcome, as Eon would do commanding the shadows. The shadows would act accordingly. In other words. Once the thought left his mind, it would be so at whatever speed the object in question could act.

Last, but certainly not least, the finisher. Really, this was nothing more than a flashy way to end it, sending an shadowy, frozen dragon of sorts into the sky to fall on top of you. Yeah, old, I know. The dragon striking the ice may not be considered natural if you were to make the attempt at saving yourself. But the rapid displacement of air pressure due to a rapidly moving cold front, and the warmth that would imminently vacuum toward the area would easily send a multitude of cracks down the ice, and right through you.

All in all, you put up a really good fight. It's been a while since someone even came close to seeing through my writing style. But I'd say I'm still not too shabby, considering I managed to not only defeat you, but make you state the logic I used to do so in order to make my victory completely unquestionable. Good match, bro. Can't wait to do it again. :D I really hope we both learned something. ]

nfortunately for Matsumaru his author’s logic was lacking and it was unfortunate for Matsumaru that Dyew continued to advance, unhindered and otherwise unstopped by Matsumaru’s ability despite his desire for it to stop Dyew.

So Matsumaru strolled forth to meet Dyew and as he closed Dyew would draw his blade and in a single action attempt a cut to separate the other man’s chest and shoulders from his legs and waist at an angle from right hip to the base of Matsumaru’s left rib. The stroke was swift, fast enough in execution to be beyond a mortal sword-master but not so fast as to be called surreal.

As was stated before the chains could not and would not harm Matsumaru if he encountered them. He could walk through them as if they did not exist and they would not do him any harm. Apparently someone did not read the description because Matsumaru made an effort to avoid them out of caution.

The playing field was even to all and though the chains ran hither and tither across that field it was the field which those chains occupied that their effect was felt and all within that field fell victim. Dyew was included in this as was Matsumaru. So logic would state that if Dyew was effected and Dyew maintained his grip on his magically ability then Matsumaru would likewise. So even if Matsumaru came into melee he would still have the potential to use such ability but in his instance would be robbed of one of the source elements in said ability which prevented it being used effectively or in this case at all if said source element was not present on the current plane or dimension.

Given his opponent’s need to gloat through speech there would be little doubt that the blade would separate Matsumaru into two separate pieces but if such a long speech was allowed to continue until its end and Dyew wished to speak and did that his reply would have been something akin to the following:

"Hmph. You always make this mistake."

“I have never met you and you have never met me. To say I have made a mistake would be a severe mistake on your part. To say I always do anything would be an assumption on your part because we have never met.”

"Ah, the anchor."

“It is amazing that you know the name of my technique considering that I have never spoken its name and we have never met. What of it?”

"Your first mistake was being a turtle, you medal clad misfit.”

“I am wearing leather and cloth as you should be able to see now that you are close up and personal with me.”

"You wrapped yourself up in a shell that essentially keeps out anything that is made unnaturally."

“No. I created a field effect that prohibits transfer of energy or matter across planes, dimensions, or beyond the bounds of existence with exception to the natural progression of time and natural spacial movement. This means that both of us cannot use techniques similar to teleportation and that neither of us can draw from energy or matter on other planes of existence, specifically transitive planes but the effect also covers planes of influence and power that run perpendicular to the prime such as the elemental planes. I wish I had that ability to limit my opponent though. The problem is that it would also limit me. It may actually kill me now that I think about it because I am hardly human.”

"Correct me if I'm wrong, friend. Light, or rather, the heat created from light is primarily the cause of what building block? Ding. Ding. Ding. Photons.”

“Actually you are only partially correct. When I say partially correct I mean that you are mostly wrong. All matter, even matter within a vacuum has a measurable amount of heat. This is because the particles that compose an atom which is the build blocks of matter are in motion. Atoms are in motion, bumping each other or vibrating back in forth. It is this motion that causes heat and objects in motion generate heat. Light is a name given for a small range of electromagnetic radiation that a human’s eye can detect which accounts for about one percent of the electromagnetic spectrum. Did I mention already that I am not human? All objects that have measurable heat give off electromagnetic radiation and because all matter has measurable heat you could say that all objects give off a degree of light. Things like me, you, grass, and trees just don’t give off enough light for a human to detect. So what is it then? Does heat create light or does light create heat? Actually heat creates light and light creates heat. Light is a photon but can possess some of the properties of a wave. I am glad we both know this. Light can create heat by encountering other particles as it moves. You leave a bucket full of water out on a sunny day it will heat up because the photons are traveling through the molecules of water, exciting them, causing them to move and vibrate which generates heat. Heat is actually the measure of a particle's movement."

"To snuff out all light completely and utterly in the local vicinity you would need to also snuff out all light within the universe which is at least a partially closed system because of the laws surrounding thermodynamics but you must account for the law of the conservation of energy also which states that you can not do this in a closed system and for the time being this universe is indeed a closed system. To stop an object from producing light you would have to stop its movement absolutely which would also cause it to have a temperature of absolute zero. Given that you are within melee range now that means you would also have to have a temperature of absolute zero because you are producing light. Even if you where standing over by those trees you would still have to have a temperature of absolute zero because we would still be in the same system which is a closed system. In the end you are not directly changing the temperature of an object, you are diverting light but in this way you can not arrive at the end you seek which is to freeze me solid because it doesn't matter how much light you divert from my clothing either produced by me and the clothing or light that will eventually come into contact with me, I am still producing light, the molecules that compose my body are still in a state of motion, hence I still have a measurable temperature. Also there are no true shadows because all matter produces light so what you perceive as a shadow is actually not a total lack of light but relatively less light than the objects that are reflecting light around said shadow. Is it going to snow? It just got a bit nippy.”

Unfortunately this conversation never happened so Matsumaru was never privy to the knowledge that Dyew could potentially lay down. Dare ask about turning Dyew into a popsicle? Removing light from the area would cause a slight change in temperature. It would also remove Matsumaru’s and Dyew’s ability to see as far as that range of electromagnetic radiation was concerned but it would not decrease the ambient temperature to absolute zero, not by a long shot. Also the idea of a temperature of less than absolute zero is laughable because absolute zero is an instance where there is no measurable heat. That is as stupid as saying that shadows are composed of something.

For humor’s sake though we will say that somehow Matsumaru removed all the light from the area and he was in melee range of Dyew and that in removing all the light from that area also caused the area that Dyew occupied to flash freeze.

Let us bring in something called conservation of energy. The law of the conservation of energy states that the total amount of energy in an isolated system remains constant over time. This means that all the heat would have to go somewhere. Remember that Dyew had locked down extra-planar, dimensional, and existential bending, phasing, and shifting. This including transportation of matter and energy to or from extra-planar or dimensional spaces. The heat had to go somewhere and would literally disperse in a corona around Dyew the frozen popsicle, cooking Matsumaru alive until he was a roasted Matsumaru unless Matsumaru turned that heat into some other kind of energy or dispersed it in a particular direction. Unfortunately for Matsumaru it was likely that this was beyond Matsumaru’s ability given what his author had described in his character sheet.

I forgot that Matsumaru was messing with photons and not the kinetic motion and vibration of particles but photons are particles and he is effecting their movement. Still all those photons had to go somewhere and nothing was said about where they would go so they would disperse in a corona around Dyew, cooking Matsumaru until he was a roasted Matsumaru just as if Dyew was Matsumaru's up close and personal sun with a dark nugget frozen interior.

Unfortunately for Matsumaru and fortunately for Dyew none of those outcomes happened because even though Dyew was blinded, he was not frozen solid. At the most he was slightly chilly. After all the universe operates in a certain way even under the influence of magic, albeit powerful the rules don't change unless they are bent which is something that Matsumaru did not do. Dyew did not need to see to land a brilliant and perfectly aimed cut just as was stated earlier. Tremor sense is indeed a useful sense to have, especially when facing someone who has just blinded himself and you. This was not all for Dyew's physical strength had been enhanced to twice what it was naturally which at the start was formidable enough to pull a sword through the atmosphere as fast as lightning moves through a vacuum. Melee time!

That shrill little whistle continued and indeed the effects were evident on his opponents features just prior the cut that would attempt to put his guts upon the ground. Matsumaru's focus, concentration, and reaction time would start to erode. Again a severe miscalculation on Matsumaru's part. Shadows do not travel at any speed in and of themselves because shadows are not composed of anything. They must consist of something to travel at any speed. Matsumaru must cause them to consist of something in which case said shadow is no longer a shadow but is what it is composed of. Said shadow would behave and be observed as whatever energy or matter Matsunaru caused the shadow to consist of. In the event that Matsumaru was just manipulating light then he would first have to overcome light's current trajectory and divert it in another direction but why would Matsumaru's author describe his ability as shadow bending if he really bent light and used it as a weapon? In this case Matsumaru weapon would be light. This could potentially carry over to the lack of light due to light being diverted but we have already shown that the absolute lack of light is extremely difficult if not impossible to manifest because everything emits a degree of light and anything short of an absolute obliteration of all light in the universe would result in no real harm over the short term. Also we have shown that the light would need to go somewhere because of the law of the conservation of energy. A fun fact: Black Holes emit visible light but the light emitted by a black hole can never escape the event horizon created by its gravitational pull.

Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior >>>>

Meditative State -- Dyew is gaining one Ond level per combat round.
Whistling War Song II -- All of Dyew's physical statistics are increased by a lesser factor(1.0).
Shrill Whistle -- Opponents within earshot are distracted and will progressively lose their ability to concentrate. (Post Count: 3)

Dimensional, Planar, and Existential Anchor - Dimensional, planar, and existential phasing, shifting, and bending is hedged out, prevented, or causes extreme damage to the environment and all those present in extreme instances. The transitive planes are spaced from the prime in the local vicinity of the epicenter. Manipulation of energy or matter held forcibly or naturally on other planes outside of the prime is prevented within the local vicinity. Perception into other planes while residing on the prime is prevented in the vicinity of the epicenter. Dyew and other patterns within the linked web can not be removed from existence without extreme damage to existence and other patterns within the linked web.

Note: Shadows are composed of nothing, neither matter or force. Shadows have a value of 0. We shall say that everything else in the universe has a value of 1. The value of this integer is irrelevant as long as it is more than 0. 0 + 1 = 1

Links: Conservation of Energy, Thermodynamics

You quitting already?

( I'm not going to lie to you, here. I didn't read your post fully, because I stopped where it became obvious of a bit of a change of plain, if you will. For this masterfully crafted character to be at such a low level of his maximum capability as it seems... He's got quite the powerful move set. To be honest, that cloak, that 'Anchor' of yours is a definite godmod. But, I'm not complaining. Just disappointed. )

Now, it seemed things were taking the usual turn for the worst. The magician's foe felt a need to move over to the close-quarters side of combat. Which worked fine for the magician, as he didn't entirely feel like wasting the third chance he'd given this particular realm on calling bluffs. Instead, as their distances drew closer together, the age-old specter lifted his blade to face tip to sky. Poised in his right hand to do nothing more than defend. As his foe went through with his swing, the magician took a quick step forward, turning slightly to face his right side and laying his sword down to an angle. This angle brought the tip to stick out just past the left side of his foe's neck. The tip of his blades hilt was the first area of his sword to make contact with the strike, though it would seem to have made little difference.

You assume it is a 'god mod' because you don't have the imagination to combat it and/or your character does not have the ability. Let me educate you as to the definition of a 'god mod'. By definition a 'god mod' is the application of an omni status. Omnipresence, omniscience, and omnipotence to a character. It is also inclusive of an offensive effect that can not be defended against or a defensive effect that can not be defeated under any circumstances. It can also be defined simply as an absolute and by definition is indicative of a description of all, infinity, absolute, and other words that define something inclusive of all and/or everything.

The cloak is not producing any such effect and I never stated that there was no effect that could counter it. In retrospect the cloak is also effecting my character so I see no reason to agree with you as to your claim that it is a 'god mod'. Perhaps if you would actually pay attention and read my post and/or ask me for clarification then you would understand what is happening. If you believe it is a 'god mod' explain why you believe that instead of just pointing the finger because you lack imagination. Now I am disappointed.

In your last post you attempted an 'auto-attack'. By definition an auto attack is the altering of a character's status without the author of that character's permission in the same post as the attempt to alter said character's status was made. Your attempt failed because of reasons I describe in my last post.

uch a super defense as the cloak must have been just so super terrific and awesome as to be unbeatable. Thankfully Dyew did not need to use his unbeatable and super awesome cloak to stop Matsumaru's flash freeze. He actually didn't need to do anything to stop it because it never happened. That is right, the cloak wasn't what stopped Matsumaru's attack. The attack was just doomed to fail because Matsumaru believed that diverting the light from the local area would cause Dyew to freeze to death. If all the stars in the sky vanished and the sun disappeared would the earth freeze in that very instant? The obvious answer is no. Sure the freeze would eventually happen but it would take time for the thermal energy to dissipate. What would make Matsumaru think that such an attack would have the outcome he desired? I have no fucking clue...

Dyew's assault would travel from right to left if viewed by Matsumaru. Matsumaru somehow was fast enough to wield a two handed sword and angle it so the tip was pointed over the edge of Dyew's left shoulder to defend which would cause the impact of Dyew's blade to send Matsumaru's blade through his own neck if he did not duck. If he was that fast would it not have been more efficient to just skewer Dyew through the face?

Dyew ducked Matsumaru's blade as his own blade encounter the hilt of the great sword. The velocity of the impact was lessened due to the evasive maneuver but as Dyew recovered his back swing would sweep through Matsumaru's left leg at the knee even as he spoke a whispered word. "Bruni."

The moment that word escaped his lips the ground under Matsumaru's feet would melt with such heat as to turn it to magma and liquid glass about a half a foot thick and two feet wide. If Matsumaru succumbed to gravity's pull the blade would instead cut through his thigh, across his groin, and into his right leg as he burned. If such a cut was landed Matsumaru's upper body would topple and he would fall into the pool of liquid rock to burn along with his legs and other special parts. What about that whistle? Still whistling.

Health Level: Healthy - Dazed - Injured - Wounded - Incapacitated - Near Death
Weariness Level: Hale - Winded - Tired - Weary - Spent - Exhausted
Ond Level: Minor - Lesser - Common - Greater - Superior >>>>

Meditative State -- Dyew is gaining one Ond level per combat round.
Whistling War Song II -- All of Dyew's physical statistics are increased by a lesser factor(1.0).
Shrill Whistle -- Opponents within earshot are distracted and will progressively lose their ability to concentrate. (Post Count: 4)

Dimensional, Planar, and Existential Anchor - Dimensional, planar, and existential phasing, shifting, and bending is hedged out, prevented, or causes extreme damage to the environment and all those present in extreme instances. The transitive planes are spaced from the prime in the local vicinity of the epicenter. Manipulation of energy or matter held forcibly or naturally on other planes outside of the prime is prevented within the local vicinity. Perception into other planes while residing on the prime is prevented in the vicinity of the epicenter. Dyew and other patterns within the linked web can not be removed from existence without extreme damage to existence and other patterns within the linked web.

Hm, so we were playing this game now. It was common in the swordsman to do silly, rude and often sarcastic things to draw on the less favorable attributes of his opponents. His skill was not on par with the best of the best as of yet, and the rust on his bones was sure to show. But attention to detail was truly the flavor of the day.

His speed was not inhuman, in fact, it was pretty standard for someone wielding a slightly long.. but moderately light sword. He wasn't sure who decided to alert his foe that he'd switched over to a great sword, which would make the blade much heavier than depicted, but hey, so is the punishment for a lack of detail.

Now for a secondary punishment of acrobatic skill. The specter's sword was a unique one, to say the least, the image thereof would aid his foe in seeing that... or so he thought, anyway. But, to Dyew's dismay, the specter felt no need to point out the difference as it became obvious.

Atop the hilt of this sword, was a mold of sorts, a carving of a serpent. A snake, with it's head turned to one side, mouth agape and fangs bared. The edge of his foe's mighty blade struck at the mouth of the serpent, as depicted, at the base of the hilt. The fangs acted as hooks of a sort, holding onto the blade of his foe's sword until the last possible moment.

The fangs slid down the sword slightly, the force was tremendous. If this new found foe could be credited for anything, his brutish strength was certainly it. Alas, it mattered little, a slight hop and a roll to his right would prove to be all that was needed to better position himself for check. As the specter hopped, he allowed the force of his foe's swing to spin him slightly, jumping over his sword flawlessly. He'd had one last kicker, however, when his body left the ground, his hand twisted slightly, the given angle sounding off with a metallic ting of sorts. In mid air, the fangs of his blade had released, with not a moment to spare. The technique that his foe believed was intent on cleaving off his head, had been, in a sense, revised a touch. The angle of the airborne operation, combined with what force was left from the foe's swinging blade, and the force the specter could generate in the given time frame would have brought Matsumaru's blade sheering through Dyew's upper arm, his sword being tossed into the small pull of magma were he to still have generated it, while the specter landed slightly to the left of his foe, pivoting on his left foot to move from his back facing what he figured would be his one-armed foe, to his right side facing him, leveling his blade with his opponent's head.

What was that insidious noise? He supposed that unless he made some little magic, the gathering card at the base of all his attacks to show the different techniques he was using, nobody would notice. The technique's name was 'The Eye Of The Beholder' which the 'creator' as Eon had come to call him, referred to as only a writing style, but to Eon himself, nothing more than another character in the script of life, this technique could best be described in his right eye, which draws in every detail of a given situation in an instant, similar to one studying a photograph intently for hours among days on end. This technique, for lack of a better way to put it, raises the ability of the user to focus as time progressing, the red flash of the eye being the initial invoking. It would appear he wasn't the only one not reading into his foe.

Sent: Mon Feb 27, 2012 11:33 am
From: SubjectThirteen
To: Dyew

Really? I already told you that I didn't give a shit anymore and that you could take the win. I've grown bored. S'all you, man. Don't really care. I see I have to state things multiple times in multiple ways for you to understand them though.

You're alot like my ex... whom was alot like a lava lamp.. fun to look at.. but not very bright.

My opponent has quit the fight. Not exactly the way I would have liked it to end but such is life.