DUELMASTERS NEWSLETTER
Date : 10/12/1999 Duedate: 10/25/1999
SEAM ARENA
DM-20 TURN-363
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
YELLOW YAK
ANIMAL FARM (146)
(20-3386) [16-3-1,138]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
YELLOW YAK PURPLE PLATYPUS
ANIMAL FARM (146) SPARF! (314)
(20-3386) [16-3-1,138] (20-3306) [2-1-0,28]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
HOULAGU PHIL PHILANTHROPIST
PHILANTHROPISTS (257) PHILANTHROPISTS (257)
(20-2649) [19-11-0,115] (20-3330) [5-17-1,40]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
ANIMAL FARM (146)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. SPARF! (314) 21
2. PHILANTHROPISTS (257) 15 ANIMAL FARM (146)
3. ANIMAL FARM (146) 14 Unchartered Team
4. LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150) 12
5. HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225) 0 SPARF! (314)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1- 1*WORKING MEN (326) 2 1 0 66.7 1/ 2 ANIMAL FARM (146) 10 3 0
2/ 2 ANIMAL FARM (146) 688 423 22 61.9 2/ 4 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99) 8 4 0
3/ 0 DISTAFF STEEL (244) 80 55 4 59.3 3- 1 THE FAMILY TREE (237) 6 4 0
4/ 0 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150) 109 83 3 56.8 4/ 3 METAL MECH (216) 5 7 1
5- 3 THE FAMILY TREE (237) 171 139 9 55.2 5- 5 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225) 2 2 0
6/ 8*SPARF! (314) 3 3 0 50.0 6/ 8*SPARF! (314) 2 2 0
7/ 4 METAL MECH (216) 200 217 41 48.0 7/ 6 PHILANTHROPISTS (257) 2 4 0
8- 5 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225) 183 199 19 47.9 8/ 0 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150) 1 3 0
9/ 6 PHILANTHROPISTS (257) 61 72 3 45.9 9- 7*WORKING MEN (326) 0 1 0
10/ 7 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99) 45 79 1 36.3 10/ 0 DISTAFF STEEL (244) 0 1 0
'*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn
(###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank
TEAM SPOTLIGHT
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Aruaki Clanhold #41 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Aruak City:
Kennelworth took the vial to the Tuft-Tuggers' guildhouse, but Adie wasn't there.
"She's gone to Andor to see the king," Lady Protector Shania Silverstar said.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
"Maybe so." The innkeeper opened the small box into which he'd put the vial and
showed it to her. "The contents of this bottle were put into a font in the Temple of
Demnat, and shortly afterward, a priest--who had washed his hands in that font for
ritual purposes--assumed his feline form. The reports I've heard suggest that he
changed shape against his will, and it sounds as though he may have had little or no
intelligent control over himself once he was transformed."
"And naturally, you wonder if there is a connection." The slim woman nodded. "I
have heard a tale about this transformation, too, and also that one of the priests
attending the changed man also shifted without volition." She was silent for a
moment, then said, "I have lately been aware of a growing shadow over the city, one so
subtle that any attempt I made to examine it and trace it to its source has failed--
it's been rather like trying to remember a dream. The clue I need to grip this
problem may be here." She closed the box. "I will study it with deep attention and
all my skill."
"And all your care, too, I hope!"
"And with care also, my friend," she agreed.
Celestinvael then:
Boyington and Naevan studied the guards for a moment. There were four of them,
and they were extremely alert, and moreover, their position commanded the corridor the
gladiators had to pass through.
"It's a cinch we can't sneak past them," Naevan muttered.
Boyington nodded. "And we don't speak the language well enough to fast-talk our
way past. We'll have to fight."
"My favorite thing to do," the part-Orc said. "Well, no point waiting around,
let's do it. You take the two on the right, I'll take the left."
With a nod, Boyington sprang forward, Naevan at his side. Two of the guards
advanced to meet them, the other two remaining to guard the corridor. It seemed to
Boyington that time slowed to a crawl as he struck and parried and dodged and slashed.
These guards were good, as good as anyone he'd met in the arena in Zorpunt. Without
the advantage of the peculiar alteration of time-flow--which didn't seem to affect the
guards--the gladiator knew he would have been in serious trouble. He thought he could
have beaten his opponent, but at a cost in injury to himself which might have been
disastrous. As the first pair of guards faltered, the second came forward to support
them. Boyington shook his head over that; it was poor tactics to come forward
piecemeal to be defeated when a group charge might have won the day.
Despite Hanvol's assurance that all who remained in Celestinvael would be dead in
a few hours, Boyington found that once he had the guards down, he couldn't kill them.
He checked to make sure neither would be getting up in the next half hour or so to
attack him from behind, then glanced over at Naevan. The part-Orc had been unlucky.
His opponents were down--dead--but he himself was injured, bleeding badly from a wound
in his side.
"You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Of course not," Naevan snarled, tearing the sash from one guard's body to bind
up his wound. "I'll do for a while, though. Let's get moving."
Boyington opened his mouth to suggest his companion rest, then realized how
pointless that would be, under the circumstances. He led the way down the corridor.
Apparently the four guards had been deemed sufficient, or maybe there were simply no
more to spare. Anyway, they didn't meet any more. At one point, the air became thick
as syrup so that they had to force their way through it; at another, the sourceless
light seemed to flicker and dim, and out of the corners, shadows flowed toward them
menacingly. Boyington took out Hanvol's pencil-like wand, wondering if it was
supposed to be used here, and how.
"Not that," Naevan gasped. "Cut them. Curving strokes, no straight lines." He
was moving his own blade in tight arcs, and the shadow shapes dissolved whenever it
touched them.
"What are they?" Boyington asked, emulating his companion's strokes.
"Old wives' tale. Don't remember a name."
Boyington glanced at him sharply. Naevan was fighting doggedly, but it was plain
that he was in trouble. He might not make it back to their own time alive, unless
they hurried.
Celestinvael now:
Explicit seemed to regard the catman's plan as a good idea, and Numbya couldn't
think of anything better, so it was agreed. They spent a day exploring the immediate
vicinity, so as to avoid getting boxed into a corner if a pursuit should begin.
Whenever they encountered a party of Kjarran-worshippers small enough to be wiped out
quickly and completely, they did it. Sportsmanship didn't enter into the fight; all
they had to do was remember the body on the altar, and the screams, and no trick
seemed to low to play on the killers.
They put in two days at the bloody game, and it was Numbya's guess that they had
reduced the numbers of the Kjarran-worshippers by half in that time. "But we're up
against diminishing returns," he warned his companions. "We haven't seen a party
small enough to tackle all afternoon. They may not know who we are, or exactly where,
but they're catching on to our tactics. I figure it might be time to cut our losses."
"Not without the Key," the catman said.
"Anyway, we can't." When the others turned to look at her, Explicit shrugged.
"There were a couple of men at the gate this morning. I tried to go out a breach in
the wall and around, to come at them from the other side, but I couldn't pass the line
of the wall."
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Aruaki Clanhold #42 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Aruak City:
There were no official announcements, but rumors ran wild through the streets. A
priest, a worshipper, someone who lived just down the street--there was no end to the
list of people who were said to have changed shape for no apparent reason and gone
rampaging among the more orthodox citizenry. Nobody knew personally any of the
unfortunate shapeshifters, but everyone had a second cousin or a friend of a friend or
had stood next to someone in a grocer's line who had seen it happen and could swear to
the truth of the event.
Listening to the swirl of alarmed rumor in the common room of the Bulldog Inn,
Kennelworth was more worried than he'd been in a long time. It seemed unlikely that
all the rumored transformations had occurred, but he knew that at least some had. And
how far would it go? What did it mean?
He knew, in a general way, the history of the Aruaki race and how it had come
about that some of them could assume the physical form of great cats. How a Ratani
wizard, centuries ago, had engaged in magical-biological experiments-- Was it
possible that some spell was destabilizing the artificially created species? Or that
the past centuries of in-breeding had caused an instability? He shook his head. That
was not a field he knew enough about to make guesses. He pinned his hope to Shania
Silverstar.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
At that moment, Lady Protector Shania Silverstar would not have said she was a
sound vessel for any hope. She had determined that there were, in fact, traces of
some potion still in the vial Kennelworth had brought her. It was also clear that the
potion had been magically potent. And there she was stopped. Even her most delicate
analytical spells had failed to identify the magical pattern in the traces; it was
like trying to catch a minnow in a fishnet made for whales. Her alternate line of
approach offered some faint chance of success: if she could identify the physical
ingredients of the potion, she might be able to deduce from that what type of spell
they were suited to support. But she only had a scant drop of the fluid....
Solven:
The trader leaned on the bar and spilled out his tale of tigers running wild in
the temple of Demnat. The patrons of the Striped Pig, mostly lower-level gladiators
and other people associated with the arena, clustered around asking questions and
plying the trader with beer and ale. And then he fell to the floor with a choked cry
and lay writhing in spilled spirits, his clothes tearing as his body changed form.
Presently there was a lion snarling in the middle of an empty barroom....
Not in the Hurinwood:
The gladiators stood in the night and listened for another howl to tell them
where the creature was.
While they were waiting, Mist whispered, "If it's still capable of thought, and
not insane or anything, maybe we ought to try to make an ally of it. I don't like the
sound of this whole set-up."
"I agree the set-up stinks," Malo Muggsie said, "but I'm not sure we'd be helping
ourselves any by taking an ally who's already got a ton of powerful enemies."
"The poor thing should be slain," Wolf-a-Mit said quietly. "It must be in great
pain of spirit, whether its body suffers or not."
"Yeah, but Tolrimor wants us to kill it," Muggsie argued. "Right there, that
makes me wonder if maybe we shouldn't. I never did trust wizards."
"It's a good thing Tolrimor didn't come out with us to hunt this...thing," Chrome
muttered.
"Too much of a coward," Muggsie said. "Ah, there it is!"
The howl seemed to be coming from behind the inn, somewhere outside the walled
yard that surrounded it. The gladiators went around the building. There was a gate
in the rear wall, and they could hear something scratching around the outside of it.
Chrome shivered. "I feel pretty cowardly right now myself," he confided.
"It's a passing phase," Mist said briskly. "Bend over so I can climb onto your
back."
"Why?"
"So I can look over the wall without opening the gate."
"Oh. Okay." Chrome bent obediently.
Mist scrambled up and gripped the top of the wall, pulling himself up far enough
to look down. "Yep, this is the guy we're looking for," he said.
His words were greeted or answered by a snarly sort of mutter.
"Is that the monster?" Malo Muggsie asked.
"Well...he doesn't look any more monstrous than a few gladiators I've seen here
and there, but yeah, I guess so."
Wolf-a-Mit and Malo Muggsie also climbed onto Chrome's back, ignoring his
muttered complaints, and peered over the wall. The creature peered back up at them.
A lantern hung by the inn's back gate, and by its light they could see that the
creature had, as expected, an ape-like face and body, large and very hairy and
muscular looking. What was surprising was the shrewdness of its gaze.
"He may have the body of a beast," Wolf said, "but his mind has not been
destroyed by the transformation, nor is he insane."
"An ally, then," Muggsie said with satisfaction.
"Oh yeah? How do we communicate with it?" Mist asked. "We can't make ourselves
understood by anybody here except that wretched little wizard."
"Sign language," Wolf suggested. "Let's go out and try."
"How about getting off me," Chrome grunted, wobbling under them.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #24 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Deadpool watched from above as Cable marched into the office of General Kyrican.
His former manager-turned-friend had a blank look on his face, as if being there
didn't concern him in the least. Kyrican rose from behind his desk as the larger man
entered, Deadpool was enjoying the vantage that the Crow's hidden passages provided.
Kyrican smiled disarmingly as he took Cable's hand and they exchanged the time honored
test of strength with a brief handshake. Deadpool noted Cable's reaction to Kyrican's
strong grip more than he noticed Kyrican's reaction. Deadpool knew how strong Cable
was...sometimes he thought he'd known it too well.
Cable took a seat across the Aruaki headmaster's desk when Kyrican offered. He
nodded in thanks, but didn't speak. The large man was doing his level best to appear
disinterested, and Deadpool was himself almost convinced. Deadpool felt a bit of
jealousy as Kyrican offered Cable a fine cigar from a dark wood case. Imported from
the Karnhorn Empire, from the look of the decorative box. Cable accepted and lit the
stogie with one of the dwarven matches he always carried.
Kyrican appeared calm, and even friendly, as Cable lit the cigar. The Aruaki
took his seat in the large chair behind his desk, molding easily into its familiar
confines. Deadpool thought he looked too comfortable for a traitor, for that is what
Cable still suspected of the man who had once conspired with Rirorni against King
Mickael. Deadpool had no reason not to believe in his friend's assessment, but that
was why they were really here. They needed to find out what was going on with Kyrican
and the rest of Tarrgir's council. The best way, near as Cable could figure, would be
to get a position ON that council. Deadpool chuckled inwardly and had to stifle a
laugh at the thought of the stiff necked Cable in the role of politician.
"Welcome once again, Nathan Dayspring," Kyrican said, breaking the silence, but
not the tension. "It has been many years since last I saw you here, in the walls of
my Academy. They have been kind to you."
"I'm happy to be here, General Kyrican," Cable replied, taking a long draw off
his cigar. A light flashed in Cable's eye, a sure sign to Deadpool that he wasn't
pleased to be here.
Kyrican smiled, a warm smile that was somehow condescending. "Your son's
graduation, I believe, was...."
"I'd really rather not talk about that, if you don't mind," Cable said, cutting
in on Kyrican's pleasantries. "I'm a busy man, and I have a campaign to be running,
as you well know. Please, get to the point, as I'm sure you have pressing matters as
well."
Deadpool winced at Cable's lack of diplomacy, which was exactly what he'd feared
in "Nathan Dayspring, Politician". He wasn't alone in discomfort, as Kyrican's ears
had turned red and his eyes were narrowed. "Very well, Nathan," Kyrican replied, his
voice dripping with venom.
"And it's Lord Dayspring, General," Cable interjected, interrupting once again.
Kyrican was fairly fuming now, his ears and cheeks heavily red and his voice a
little bit shaky. "My apologies, milord," he said with the slightest nod of his head.
"I meant no offence, and will come to the point."
Deadpool tensed as he felt a presence behind him. Spinning silently, he drew a
dagger from a wrist sheath and held it back along his forearm. There, below his
vantage from a small shelf above the bookcase access door, stood a woman, tall and
slender, wearing the blacks and grays of an assassin. Deadpool recognized her as one
of his superiors in the Guild, but what was she doing here?
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #25 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Near Tronsha, halfway between Andor and Fratsfa:
Mickeal was glad the ditch wasn't muddy. He rolled up onto one knee, drawing
his sword and raising his head slowly to peer through the tangled grasses that edged
the ditch. There was no one in sight--Khazakh had taken cover somewhere, probably
close by, and the sniper was not visible. Their horses had wandered a little way on
down the road, and the rest of his party was not in sight; they'd fallen behind, but
he didn't know how far.
Now what?
His own impulse was to go after the sniper. He hadn't been paying close
attention but thought the ditch had run along the road for some distance, and there
was a curve not too far back that would make it possible to get to the other side of
the road without exposing himself.... Of course, the sniper might be moving, too.
And, of course, pursuing assassins was not supposed to be part of the king's job.
Even when it was the king who was attacked. This wouldn't be the first time he'd
found his job irksome.
Where was Khazakh?
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Khazakh was belly down in the grasses in an area where no reasonable man would
try to conceal himself. There didn't appear to be cover enough for a rabbit. Which
just showed how little most people knew about concealment. His clothing was of a
color and pattern that would blend in with nearly anything, his slow, careful
movements those of a man who had successfully hunted the extremely wary winter-wolves
of his homeland.
The sniper had been behind a clump of wild berry canes at the roadside, but
Khzakh was not so foolish as to suppose the man had stayed there. Still, he had
assessed the probable routes of escape--to the front, onto the road, was clearly out,
and to the rear, so far as he could tell from here, there were more brambles, possibly
an impenetrable wall of them, from the look of things. To the sniper's right was an
open area on the bank of a small stream. The left, back along the road, was the most
logical way for the man to move. Also, the curve of the road there would allow the
sniper to get to their side of the road unseen, and if he planned to try again, that
would be a good move on his part.
He wanted to pursue the man, catch him and ask him questions, but his primary job
was defending the king. He began to edge toward the ditch.
Skaithvarn:
"Your name is Omavo?" Senator Dole asked. At the Ventan's startled nod, he went
on, "And you're our jailer?"
The young Ventan shrugged. "I guess," he muttered. His gaze, which had wandered
to Bonner Springs, was definitely admiring.
"Rather quiet out here--"
"Vasvo's going to be the death of us!" the young man exclaimed suddenly. It was
as though the Senator's sympathetic presence had pulled a cork or unlocked a door.
Words poured from him as he told of the Ventan leader's insistence that all non-Ventan
were enemies, of his policy of petty theft (or major theft if the chance offered) in
the villages they passed through, of the intimidation of farmers with hints at curses,
and even of real curses sometimes laid on those who annoyed the leader. "We never
have a chance to settle down, never get to be friends with anyone," Omavo finished,
"not even other Ventan! Everyone's an enemy to Vasvo."
"Things are otherwise in the world at large," the Senator said, as though musing
to himself. "Oh, there is trouble, there are enemies, but there are friends and good
times, too. Educational opportunities...chances for young men to meet young women and
get friendly...chances for a young man to choose his own road and walk it freely...."
"Chances for others, maybe," Omavo said bitterly, "but not for a Ventan."
"Chances for a Ventan, too, perhaps," the Senator said, his voice soft and
insinuating, "if he were to leave those who confine his life and had a friend or two
to introduce him into new circles. I know a lot of people who would welcome a young
man of promise...."
"Omavo! Omavo, where are you? What's taking you so long?" The voice was
Vasvo's, and at the sound of it approaching the barn door, the young man jumped, then
turned away quickly, hurrying to meet his leader just outside the barn. The prisoners
couldn't hear what words were exchanged, but Vasvo's bullying, complaining, critical
tone was clear.
"He may listen to your blandishments," the woman in the next stall said quietly.
"Lady Elida of Ulmurvian, I presume?" Senator Dole said, bowing courteously. "I
am Senator Dole of Amen-Tei in the Andorian League, and this is my assistant, Lady
Protector Bonner Springs. We've come to rescue you."
"By getting yourselves captured?" she asked in a tone between laughing and
crying.
"Whatever it takes to do the job, fair lady," the manager said. "There are many
options open to us, and young Omavo is only one of them."
DUELMASTER'S COLUMN
Notes from the arena champ.
Well, I'm glad to be here again, but I sure couldn't let a little boy scout take
over this spot, could I? The things I do for the glory of my city. Oh my!
Short and sweet. Here are the "Critters" as of today. (Bumps and all!)
ST: 11, 11, 12, 14, 17
CN: 5, 6, 11, 11, 21
SZ: 4, 11, 14, 15, 15
WT: 7, 16, 16, 17, 18
WL: 17, 17, 18, 21, 21
SP: 4, 5, 7, 8, 10
DF: 6, 9, 15, 15, 17
This makes us an "average" 13-11-12-15-19-7-12.
Enough of that, let's go shopping!
Yellow Yak
SPY REPORT
I can't believe the violence in SEAM! I still haven't told Mom I'm writing
Spyreports. She'd have a cow! Well, here we go... Too bad, THE FAMILY TREE, but
ANIMAL FARM was just too good to be stopped. MVP award for EMERALD EAGLE? ANIMAL
FARM's proud of her after beating XXXEXCITEME and getting 23 points. Talk about yer
big time losers! XXXEXCITEME got smashed by EMERALD EAGLE, and lost 18 points!
Don't you think the Duelmaster is being unfair? I think YELLOW YAK should let
MICHELLE WRIGHT be Duelmaster for a while, without fighting about it. Is the
Duelmaster really being a real snob to his teammates? Don't ask me!
So just why would someone becomes a warrior anyway? It can't be for these
really neat Spyreports can it? HOMICIDE IS FUN! was SEAM's most avoided team. Is
there some award for that? Hhmph! What kind of warriors are ANIMAL FARM? HOMICIDE
IS FUN!, an easy team to beat if I ever saw one, can't get them to accept an
invitation! Can WEEKEND WARRIORS' WEEKEND be more popular than me? He was
challenged the most, but is that really the same? For sure, I was holding my breath
when I found out HOULAGU challenged SAPPHIRE SLOTH. After all, haven't
PHILANTHROPISTS and ANIMAL FARM had a long standing duel in SEAM? It wasn't a
spectacular fight, or anything, but SAPPHIRE SLOTH wants me to write about it since
she was subdued by HOULAGU. Satisfied?
What does a fighter fight for? I mean, the crowds don't give a hoot if someone
gets killed. Not after four more fights. I hear LUCIFER'S REJECTS sent TOTAL CHAOS
to the Dark Arena. What, is that like not well-lit, or what? What if they had a
fight and nobody showed up? I'd be out of a job, that's what!!!
I really didn't, you know, study when I was a kid. Who would've guessed I'd be
a famous Spyreporter? I gotta leave. SEAM is like such a dump, and you guys smell
too much! Remember you guys, ease up sometimes! Chill out! Later, Debby Tonte
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
YELLOW YAK 3386 16 3 1 138 ANIMAL FARM (146)
CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
HOULAGU 2649 19 11 0 115 PHILANTHROPISTS (257)
PUNPKIN 'POSSUM 3379 16 2 0 108 ANIMAL FARM (146)
-SHARON MARVEL 2483 15 12 1 98 DISTAFF STEEL (244)
-FATHER OF ALL MUNS 2306 12 8 1 92 THE FAMILY TREE (237)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
SAPPHIRE SLOTH 3350 14 6 0 90 ANIMAL FARM (146)
-BOY SCOUT W/A 2X4 3052 23 11 0 89 THE FAMILY TREE (237)
CLIVE HELMSPLITTER 1483 15 15 1 85 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150)
EMERALD EAGLE 3321 14 8 0 80 ANIMAL FARM (146)
MICHELLE WRIGHT 2614 14 12 1 79 DISTAFF STEEL (244)
-INFLUENZA 3383 9 7 0 78 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225)
-KARL THE GOBLIN 1851 13 4 0 72 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-REDHEADEDSTEPCHILD 3404 10 3 0 70 THE FAMILY TREE (237)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
HELLFIRE 2375 9 1 1 63 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150)
TONGA 3348 14 13 0 59 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99)
XXXEXCITEME 3441 5 1 1 58 METAL MECH (216)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
WEEKEND 911 8 21 0 49 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99)
-MOZART 3385 6 3 0 47 PHILANTHROPISTS (257)
-BIG GIRL 2841 2 0 1 43 DISTAFF STEEL (244)
-NOTHIN' DOIN' 3405 8 2 0 40 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225)
PHIL PHILANTHROPIST 3330 5 17 1 40 PHILANTHROPISTS (257)
METOOCANDO 3369 4 2 1 37 METAL MECH (216)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-LITTLE BROTHER 3393 6 10 1 33 THE FAMILY TREE (237)
-LILY 2834 2 1 1 33 DISTAFF STEEL (244)
-NAMELESS ONE 3430 5 4 0 31 THE FAMILY TREE (237)
PURPLE PLATYPUS 3306 2 1 0 28 SPARF! (314)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
TANGERINE TEDDY 3466 2 0 0 23 ANIMAL FARM (146)
FLAGMAN 3464 2 2 1 22 METAL MECH (216)
ROWDY YOBBO 3429 1 2 0 21 SPARF! (314)
BEACH BUNNY 3428 4 7 0 19 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99)
-THIONITE 3412 3 5 1 19 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225)
-PIPE LAYER 3439 2 1 0 19 WORKING MEN (326)
SANDLOT SIMMY 3468 2 1 0 12 WEEKEND WARRIORS (99)
POLEMAN 3465 1 3 0 12 METAL MECH (216)
BACK STABER 2801 1 1 0 4 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150)
-ABBIE NORMAL 3458 1 1 0 4 HOMICIDE IS FUN! (225)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
URBAN BLIGHT 3434 3 1 1 HOMICIDE IS FUN! 225 METOOCANDO 3369 360 REVENGED
TOTAL CHAOS 1850 7 10 1 LUCIFER'S REJECTS 150 HIGH ELF 342 363 NONE
CANDOMETOO 3368 1 1 0 METAL MECH 216 URBAN BLIGHT 3434 359 REVENGED
PERSONAL ADS
Phil -- It's time we stopped meeting like this. -- Tonga
P.S. Not that the skills weren't pretty good....
Rowdy Yobbo -- (giggle) -- Beach Bunny
Flagman -- FINALLY, a warrior who gives me the respect (and win) that I am due. --
Weekend
Poleman -- Go climb a pole! I'll knock you out into left field if I see you again. --
Simmy
Pumpkin Possum -- Good one. I almost had you, though. -- Houlagu
Sapphire Sloth -- I'm curious about us matching up. -- Houlagu
Tonga -- That was closer than our previous matches. I'm finally getting better, and
you are too, obviously, with the rating I taught you. -- Phil
16 lungers and 22 total warriors! WOW!
Houlagu -- Thanks, pal. You are such a hotty. -- Yellow Yak, Love & Kisses
Boy Scout w/a 2x4 -- You can't bring your tent and lounging gear if you expect to "get
it on" with me. -- Yellow Yak
Redheadedstepchild -- You caught me in a sapphire mood! The day must have been blue
for you. -- Sapphire Sloth
Houlagu -- You deserved it more than I did, but it is near Halloween and Pumpkins
rule! -- Pumpkin Possum
Father, father, father, how could you forsake me? -- Emerald Eagle (bawling)
I just love polite people...especially beggars. -- Tangerine Teddy
Ahoy, me, Purple Platypus. Ye git lost? -- Mino
Seam landlubbers! Luck at ye in yon mailer. Aye. -- Mino
11 October 1999
All -- Talon Volksie has finally entered the 90's on the verge of the millenium. I
have e-mail. You may email me at TalonVolksie@aol.com. -- Talon V.
Everyone now knows that DM-33 is one of the "Fiercest & Best Free Blades Arena"
around. The Hammer and others have done wonderful things for that arena. With 50 or
so teams, DM-33 is fun, challenging and a joy to play in. However, I am not here to
talk about DM-33. I want to talk to you about DM-43, Veastian.
DM-43 is not a large arena, we have only 8 teams here right now. It is small,
and not the greatest arena around...yet. We need YOU to help make this a great
arena. Since it's so small, this is your chance to get in on the ground floor and
become a cornerstone of this arena. Not many have this chance. DM-33 is great, but
it is crowded. Here in DM-43 you will not be one of the many, you will be one of the
best. For all of you Noblish Island managers, this is your chance to transfer your
team to an arena where you will have an immediate impact on the game. This is an
arena where you can continue to hone your skills and be a contender for the
Duelmastership. Veteran managers...do you want to make Duelmasters the best it can
be? Help newbies and make an arena of your own?
This is a wonderful chance for everyone. For the newer players to make a
serious impact on an arena and veteran players to be a "founder" of an arena.
Managers like Don John, Mutt Lange, The Rake and myself want you to help make DM-43
the best arena out there. We don't want just "anyone" to come here, we want managers
who want to play hard and have fun. If that is you, then come to DM-43, Veastian.
If anyone has any questions at all, please diplo me and I will reply as soon as
possible. Now is your chance, now is the time. DM-43. -- Apollo Maximillious, mgr.
Cult of the Dragon (339), DM-43
All -- By Seefe's name, am I tired of looking at such team names as Inyo Eye and
Eggnog Warriors. Please, in the name of all that is decent on the face of Ghea, give
your teams and fighters APPROPRIATE names!! I know it can be challenging and
demanding to make up TRULY GOOD names like Boneshredders and Aerie Fire, but please,
don't call your guys something that causes me to dirge in disgust!! It really hurts
your (and my) gaming experience when my warriors have to stand against someone named
"Underwear Gnomes". After all, I can come up with ten names like Bust-a-Plumber and
Chococroc in a single minute, but why don't I do it? -- Shadowfire, mgr. of
Dragonslayers (636) in Solven (DM 22)
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
TOTAL CHAOS was butchered by HIGH ELF in a 1 minute bloody Dark Arena fight.
HOULAGU vanquished SAPPHIRE SLOTH in a exciting 1 minute uneven Challenge battle.
EMERALD EAGLE overpowered XXXEXCITEME in a 1 minute mismatched Challenge duel.
PHIL PHILANTHROPIST was unbelievably bested by WEEKEND in a 2 minute Challenge fight.
PURPLE PLATYPUS devastated BEACH BUNNY in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge duel.
YELLOW YAK devastated MICHELLE WRIGHT in a 1 minute mismatched Title match.
PUNPKIN 'POSSUM outwaited CLIVE HELMSPLITTER in a dull 9 minute expert's fight.
TONGA vanquished FLAGMAN in a 1 minute one-sided duel.
HELLFIRE vanquished METOOCANDO in a 1 minute one-sided duel.
ROWDY YOBBO overpowered FRATSFAN NOBLE in a 1 minute uneven match.
BACK STABER was beaten by POLEMAN in a 1 minute brutal novice's fight.
SANDLOT SIMMY slimly lost to TANGERINE TEDDY in a 2 minute brutal amateur's conflict.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|LUNGING ATTACK 14 PARRY-STRIKE 6 - 1 - 0 86 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 3 PARRY-LUNGE 9 - 2 - 1 82 |
|BASHING ATTACK 2 BASHING ATTACK 3 - 2 - 0 60 |
|TOTAL PARRY 1 TOTAL PARRY 17 - 12 - 0 59 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 LUNGING ATTACK 69 - 61 - 4 53 |
|WALL OF STEEL 1 SLASHING ATTACK 14 - 16 - 1 47 |
|AIMED BLOW 0 STRIKING ATTACK 5 - 7 - 1 42 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 0 PARRY-RIPOSTE 1 - 5 - 0 17 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 0 WALL OF STEEL 0 - 1 - 0 0 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 0 AIMED BLOW 0 - 1 - 0 0 |
Turn 363 was great if you not so great if you used The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles: the fighting styles: top eleven warriors are:
BASHING ATTACK 2 - 0 AIMED BLOW 0 - 0 4 LUNGING ATTACK
TOTAL PARRY 1 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 3 TOTAL PARRY
LUNGING ATTACK 8 - 6 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 2 SLASHING ATTACK
PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 1 1 BASHING ATTACK
SLASHING ATTACK 0 - 3 1 WALL OF STEEL
STRIKING ATTACK 0 - 0
WALL OF STEEL 0 - 1
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
LUNGING ATTACK YELLOW YAK 3386 16 3 1 138 ANIMAL FARM (146)
TOTAL PARRY PUNPKIN 'POSSUM 3379 16 2 0 108 ANIMAL FARM (146)
SLASHING ATTACK SAPPHIRE SLOTH 3350 14 6 0 90 ANIMAL FARM (146)
BASHING ATTACK HELLFIRE 2375 9 1 1 63 LUCIFER'S REJECTS (150)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is HOULAGU 2649. The most popular warrior this turn
was PHIL PHILANTHROPIST 3330. The ten other most popular fighters were HOULAGU 2649,
WEEKEND 911, POLEMAN 3465, SANDLOT SIMMY 3468, TANGERINE TEDDY 3466, EMERALD EAGLE
3321, PURPLE PLATYPUS 3306, YELLOW YAK 3386, TONGA 3348, and SAPPHIRE SLOTH 3350.
The least popular fighter this week was PUNPKIN 'POSSUM 3379. The other ten least
popular fighters were BACK STABER 2801, METOOCANDO 3369, FLAGMAN 3464, MICHELLE
WRIGHT 2614, BEACH BUNNY 3428, XXXEXCITEME 3441, TOTAL CHAOS 1850, ROWDY YOBBO 3429,
HELLFIRE 2375, and CLIVE HELMSPLITTER 1483.
The following warriors will travel to ADVANCED DUELMASTERS after next turn:
HOULAGU (20-2649) PHILANTHROPISTS (257)
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