DUELMASTERS NEWSLETTER
Date : 10/20/1999 Duedate: 11/02/1999
POINT ARENA
DM-27 TURN-360
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
JOJO DIAL
LIMICK (167)
(27-2926) [20-20-0,81]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
JOJO DIAL PE ELL
LIMICK (167) TRIBALS (390)
(27-2926) [20-20-0,81] (27-3845) [5-2-1,35]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
JOJO DIAL MOORE
LIMICK (167) THE CHAMPS (241)
(27-2926) [20-20-0,81] (27-3756) [6-11-0,42]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
TRIBALS (390)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. POSTAL WORKERS (372) 50
2. THE CHAMPS (241) 18 GET SMART (385)
3. FOURTH REICH (66) 11 Unchartered Team
4. RED DOG GANG (386) 2
5. KEMET (394) 0 TRIBALS (390)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1 GET SMART (385) 21 11 0 65.6 1/ 2*TRIBALS (390) 8 6 1
2/ 2 FOURTH REICH (66) 95 76 0 55.6 2/ 5 POSTAL WORKERS (372) 8 7 1
3/ 4 THE CHAMPS (241) 370 336 24 52.4 3/ 3 RED DOG GANG (386) 8 7 0
4/ 8 POSTAL WORKERS (372) 68 66 3 50.7 4/ 1 GET SMART (385) 7 4 0
5/ 5 LIMICK (167) 376 372 33 50.3 5/ 4 FOURTH REICH (66) 6 7 0
6/ 3*TRIBALS (390) 17 17 2 50.0 6/ 6 LIMICK (167) 6 9 1
7- 7*KEMET (394) 1 1 0 50.0 7/ 7 THE CHAMPS (241) 6 9 1
8/ 6 RED DOG GANG (386) 25 26 0 49.0 8- 8*KEMET (394) 1 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 Peninsular Cities #14 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Funky Elvis, clinging to the whalesnake's back spikes, managed to turn far enough
to say to his teammate, "I think we're in trouble here, PD. With our manager
inactive, who's going to notice or care if we become sacrifices to an authorish desire
for blood?"
"No way," Purple Donkey gasped, one hand slipping and then scrabbling for a new
hold. "We've got comrades, and they won't abandon us. What I don't get is why this
critter doesn't simply turn its head around and eat us. Its damned neck is certainly
long enough."
"Don't give it ideas!" Elvis said quickly. "Can you see any chink in its armor
where we might stab it?"
"What if it dives?"
"We're still wearing our `breathe under water' amulets," Elvis reminded him.
"Yeah, but--"
Old Doc Circ, Muggins, and Truthful Politician had managed, either by luck or the
desire of the whalesnake, to come along side it in their rowboat.
"If you were to jump into the water," Old Doc said, balancing carefully on his
feet and resting one hand against the whalesnake's scaly side, "I believe we could
retrieve you."
The creature made a sort of swishy motion with its body and tail, causing the
rowboat to bob up and down and nearly swamping it with waves. Old Doc sat down more
quickly and less gracefully than he had intended, which caused the boat to wallow
dangerously. With unmistakable deliberation, the whalesnake turned, peered down at
the rowboat, and then, ignoring the blows rained on its snout, gripped the front of
the little boat in its teeth and pulled it down under the water. The gladiators
thrashed around getting their bearings in the water.
Muggins threw his arms around the whalesnake's neck, hanging on with the
desperation of a non-swimmer. "Now what?" he wailed.
It was the whalesnake who provided the answer, twisting its body suddenly and
submerging. Muggins, Elvis, and Donkey perforce went with it, their amulets kicking
in as soon as their heads went below the surface. The three air bubbles clinging to
it seemed to interfere with the creature's smooth dive, but it was stubborn and
determined. As the tail rose toward the surface, balancing the downthrust of the
body, Old Doc and Truthful caught hold of that.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #26 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Report from the Academy
"And to what do I owe this honor?" Deadpool said through clenched teeth. He was
voicing a question but it sounded more like an accusation. He slipped silently down
form the ledge, and landed between the woman and the hidden door behind Kyrican's
large bookshelf. He still held his dagger at the ready, but worried over having left
his sword at home. The woman was wearing her warhammer easily on her belt, and he'd
heard horror stories about how well she wielded it.
"You're working Kyrican?" she replied evenly. Her accent was smoothly
Convincian, though Deadpool had known her to sound Elvish or Delarquan when needed.
She was a master of disguise, though he had no idea what she really looked like. Her
only truly identifying feature was the intricately woven raven that appeared somewhere
in all her clothing. His trained eye had spotted it immediately, even in the dimness
of the secret halls of the Academy.
Deadpool shifted uneasily under her careful scrutiny, unsure if he was supposed
to answer. One raised eyebrow from the woman known only as Raven was indication
enough for him. "Ever since the Crow went back to work directly out of the Guild,
I've been here," he answered.
Raven smiled at him, a warm smile designed to set aside his defenses and lower
his guard. It didn't work, but he made it look as if it had, sheathing his dagger and
leaning casually against the wall. He kept his legs ready to spring away if
necessary. He hoped it wouldn't be.
"I'm here to relieve you of that duty," she said with the same smile, her
expression not changing in the slightest. "You are being reassigned on escort duty.
There is a letter to be taken to a courier south of here. I want you escorting the
courier from Tarrgir to the meeting place, and then you are to tail the second courier
once he has the dispatch. I want you to make sure he meets a gruesome end just
outside Aruak City. Very public, but do not be seen. The note must arrive at the
Gates, but the courier must be killed to set an example of our intentions."
Deadpool looked at Raven in silence. It occurred to him that perhaps she was
setting him up, and he didn't like that feeling. He'd been a member of the AAG since
well before he became a gladiator, and without exception he'd always been able to
trust his superiors. For the first time in his career, he did not trust a superior;
he was, in fact, afraid of a superior. That bothered him more than he realized. "Why
me?" he dared to ask.
Raven continued smiling, as it had been obvious to her that she'd brought doubt
into Deadpool's mind. Deadpool shifted uncomfortably beneath her scrutiny, moving
from one foot to the other, obviously nervous about this new assignment. "Because you
are here, and so is the letter in question," she said easily. "The warrior called
Bullwhip will be the courier. He's bright enough, and a former instructor at the
Academy, so he makes the perfect Pigeon. That's his code name, by the way."
"Real subtle," Deadpool said dryly. "I suppose you want him to take the blame,
as well then...the Fall Pigeon, as it were...."
Raven's smile didn't change, which unnerved Deadpool further. Not even a
brightening in the eyes at his lighthearted banter. "Keep him alive at all costs,
until the deed is done. The courier in Seam is officially sanctioned by the Guild.
You have you orders, fulfill them and you shall be rewarded beyond your wildest
dreams."
Deadpool was once again taken aback by her words; Guild members were paid, but on
salary, not bonuses and certainly not commissions. Their work was for the Crown
alone, and not for hire. He bowed to hide the confusion he was sure stood plainly
evident upon his face. "I live only to serve Ahringol and my King, milady, and you as
his majesty's agent," he replied smoothly.
When he rose from his bow, Raven was gone. A single black feather floated gently
to the floor, but Deadpool himself was gone by the time it touched down. He had a lot
to think about before he found Bullwhip the Pigeon and set out for Seam.
Too many things were changing to quickly for his liking.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Andorian League #27 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Near Tronsha, halfway between Andor and Fratsfa:
Minutes trickled by, slow as fate. Crouched in the leafy ditch, Mickeal began to
get angry. Really angry. There should be people around--farmers, travelers, his
escort. This was not a howling wilderness! Khazakh he was not worried about; the
gladiator's loyalty and competence were not in doubt. But the prolonged absence of
the escort that should have been with him and had still not appeared was suspicious.
More than suspicious--
A crackling of leaves behind him made him turn. Standing above him on the far
bank of the ditch was Traal Saru, head of Palace Security in Andor, and he was flanked
by two members of the Royal Guard.
"Behold the Warrior King," Saru said in a voice of savage mockery, "hiding in a
ditch!"
Now that the waiting had passed and the time for action arrived, Mickeal's anger
dropped from him. He stood, genuinely calm now, and brushed leaves from his clothing.
"So you are the traitor," he said conversationally. "How brave of you to come after
me with only two men to back you up."
Saru paled. "You think I don't dare face you?" he demanded. With a sweep of his
arms, he drove the two Guardsmen back, then drew his sword. "I fear no hothouse
flower!"
"A fool as well as a traitor, I see," Mickeal said calmly. He moved toward the
edge of the ditch to climb up to Saru's level.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Khazakh crouched beside a thin bush. He had heard Mickeal's challenge with
approval and turned his attention to the two soldiers. If they attempted to intervene
beside their treacherous leader, he would kill them. But in Mickeal's challenge he
saw a man worthy of respect, and in a duel between Mickeal and Saru, an evenly matched
pair of men, he would be merely an observer. He would not insult the king by
intruding...unless Saru attempted further treachery--
As Mickeal reached for an exposed root to hoist himself to ground level, while
his head was still even with Saru's knees, the traitor suddenly lunged forward, his
sword sweeping out. Khazakh half rose, his own blade springing into his grip. But
Mickeal might have been expecting the move, so quickly did he respond. He ducked
under the whistling blade and grabbed Saru's sword wrist, pulling the man--already off
balance with his lunge--down into the ditch.
"Treacherous in one thing, treacherous in all," Mickeal said with satisfaction as
Saru scrambled to his feet and backed away. "You do your side no service by exposing
your cowardice and lack of honor."
A glance at the two soldiers, who looked surprised and disapproving, assured
Khazakh that this was so. It seemed unlikely that they would now even think of
cutting in to aid Saru, unless they were traitors themselves...and he didn't believe
they were. Misled by a plausible man in authority over them, more likely.
Mickeal had drawn his sword now and was advancing along the ditch bottom toward
Saru. The gladiator's eyebrows rose. This was not the same sword Mickeal had carried
in Andor, though the scabbard was the same and the hilts nearly identical. Adantri
work, he thought: at least, the blade was of dark metal inlaid with symbols in silver,
after the Adantri style. There was a shimmer like starshine on the steel. As well if
it should be a magic blade, the minotaur realized, frowning, for Saru's blade, too,
had an abnormal aspect. It looked oily, with rainbow gleams running up and down the
flat and a strange glitter along the edges.
Skaithvarn:
"Well, then, what do we do?" the S'varni woman asked. She indicated the barred
gates that turned the stalls into cells. "How do we get out? And when we're out,
what then? Vasvo may sound like a ranting fool, but he's a Ventan. Magic is his
natural element, and he will have spells to stop us, or track us, or--"
"Vasvo may be a magician," Senator Dole said. "I don't argue that, but he's a
man first. And men...can be defeated." He smiled blandly and glanced at Bonner
Springs.
She flushed with embarrassment and annoyance. "Oh, no! Really, Senator, I
couldn't--!"
"You will need to do nothing at all," he assured her. "The whole thing will
happen in Vasvo's mind, my dear."
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Not too far from the abandoned farm, a flying carpet, wobbling out of control,
dumped its three passengers into a field overgrown with brambles. Freed of its
burden, the carpet flapped a couple of times in mid air, then collapsed.
"What the hell?" demanded a Shew as he picked himself up out of the thorny canes.
"The twists of Fate are beyond human comprehension," a woman observed
breathlessly, picking leaves out of her hair.
"Our carpet was following the wrong wizard's signal," Tynileaus Shadowwood
stated. He looked around and spotted the carpet draped over a clump of brambles.
"Shall we try it agi--"
"No," the Shew, Dillan the Dog said firmly. "I begin to understand why Zathrus
wanted nothing further to do with it. Let's try walking for a while; it's safer."
"It might be interesting to explore the immediate vicinity," Tynileaus agreed.
"I would like to know what the carpet homed in on. There must be a wizard, or
something strongly magical, in the immediate vicinity."
Somewhere in the Karnhorn Empire:
Tankesh crawled farther under the bush, then turned to look out at the rain-
dripping day. He could no longer hear the patrol they were evading--or hoped they
were evading--but he had no doubt the Karnhorns were out there somewhere. He glanced
around, hoping to spot the High Priestess of Serimna, but couldn't see her. Probably
she was under another bush. If he'd realized that being the Champion of Serimna was
going to mean spending so much time on his belly in the mud under one or another
bush--it felt as though he'd been under every bush in the Karnhorn Empire--he might
have.... No, he wouldn't have refused the job. Any job that Tankesh Dushanbe
couldn't handle was beyond mortal ability by a long shot.
It would be interesting, in an academic sort of way, to know where he was right
now. Somewhere north of the road connecting Murska with Zuwayza, he was pretty sure,
but beyond that.... He just hoped the guides which the High Prietess kept finding
knew where they were! And where they wanted to go.
Somewhere in the Aruaki Clanhold:
The inn was called The Dancing Mare, and it was, to put it mildly, low. Llud and
Belana found themselves in the company of as fine a collection of thieves and
cutthroats as the Aruaki Clanhold could offer. The two gladiators had settled in
without difficulty, unless you counted a few trifling incidents such as when Llud
caught a man going through their possessions and threw him out the second story window
of their room--without opening the window first, or when Belana beat up two men who
thought she was a light woman, killing one (she broke his neck) and maiming the other.
But the company at The Dancing Mare took these incidents in stride and welcomed Llud
and Belana as worthy companions.
The most important of the outlaws was a man called Galpur, and after the last
incident (which involved Llud hanging the innkeeper by his heels over the stair
railing while Belana went through the man's pockets, due to a disagreement as to the
price of a room in the Mare), Galpur invited the two to join him at his private table
for a drink and a meal.
"My treat," Galpur said expansively, and smiled, showing several gold teeth.
"Now, you're a fine pair, you are. Coming here and fitting right in, as they say.
You might be just the pair I need. I," he added, with some pride, "am what you might
call the King of the Thieves hereabouts."
"King of Thieves in Harn?" Llud asked sarcastically. Harn was the name of the
village where the Mare was located, with a population of some six hundred people; it
was about ten miles east of Aruak City. "There's an honor!"
Galpur flushed but kept his smile, now rather fixed and fierce. "The director
always stands back from the action," he said. "Maybe you're too young to know that
yet. I have a job I think you two can handle--a little matter of a man who's outlived
his life, as you might say--"
"What about the Assassins' Guild?" Belana asked. "I've heard they don't like
free-lancers."
"This is a sanctioned kill," Galpur said coldly. "You'll take the job, and
you'll do it right. See that man over by the fireplace?" He gestured slightly, and
one of the loungers near the fireplace sketched a half-bow. "He'll be your conductor
--you can call him Shurry. He'll supply you with whatever you need in the way of
information or tools--"
"What if we don't take the job?" Llud asked.
"Then he'll kill you."
SPY REPORT
Thankyouthankyou. It's great for me, The Unknown Spymaster to be back in POINT.
Hope you enjoy the show. Oh, who am I kidding? I already got paid! Say good-bye to
GET SMART, as they are pushed from the coveted top team spot by the TRIBALS stable.
Coming up with a solid 5-0-1 outing, POSTAL WORKERS has advanced 3 places in the
rankings. Hey everybody, watch out for BAYONET, who flew up 18 points in the
rankings after mashing BITS like a melon. Keep your eye on this gal. Ya know, some
days it doesn't pay to walk out on the sands. HUMPTULIPS was defeated by DOTTY and
drops 9 points. Our Duelmaster has lost, folks, lost to KUNG-FU MASTER, BUT JOJO
DIAL is still the Duelmaster because it has the most recognition points! Advice to
bashers--never force anything, just get a bigger halberd!
Let's dig a little deeper into what's happening in the POINT arena. Did you
hear that FOURTH REICH was most avoided team this week? Well, knowing the personal
hygiene of FOURTH REICH's warriors, I'm not surprised! And you guys like to boo me?
Well, unsling your rasberries, cause LIMICK beats feet every time FOURTH REICH smiles
at them. Try farming, eh? Well dang howdy, but if challenges were votes, KIBBLE
would be president. Although it may be a contest he doesn't want to win.
Being a spy is great--other people die and you spend the rest of the day
drinking to their memory. Better tanked than dead! Big deal, so GROSSMOUT DIAL got
mashed in the Dark Arena. With his face he was more at home with the trolls than
with us. (Waka waka). Well, the arena is no place for slow learners (and hopefully
T.P.s) and BAYONET demonstrated that very violently on BITS' body. Congrats to
CAPTAIN CRUNCH for revenging the death of his teammate (but more importantly, feeding
FREDDY MAL DIAL a bit of dirt). Remember: alliances are great, but try and take
your ally in the arena with you and see what happens.
I think I had better cut this one short. It's been nice chatting to those of
you whom I have not offended yet. Okay, so I may not be the world's best comedian,
but then you guys aren't the world's best warriors. Its been real, and its been fun,
but it hasn't been real fun...-- The Unknown Spymaster
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
JOJO DIAL 2926 20 20 0 81 LIMICK (167)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
UGLUK 3786 8 3 0 67 FOURTH REICH (66)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
STANDISH 3754 14 3 0 61 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
CAPTAIN CRUNCH 475 10 7 0 58 FOURTH REICH (66)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
VONDA 3816 7 4 0 54 RED DOG GANG (386)
I.Q. 3805 7 2 0 51 GET SMART (385)
BAYONET 3848 4 2 1 46 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
MOORE 3756 6 11 0 42 THE CHAMPS (241)
JONESY 3827 7 3 0 37 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
PE ELL 3845 5 2 1 35 TRIBALS (390)
CALCULUS 3808 5 1 0 35 GET SMART (385)
DEMPSEY 3778 7 7 0 34 THE CHAMPS (241)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-CURIE 3807 4 2 0 33 GET SMART (385)
DOTTY 3810 4 7 0 30 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
MBA 3833 4 2 0 28 GET SMART (385)
KIBBLE 3812 5 6 0 26 RED DOG GANG (386)
DOBBIE 3863 3 1 0 24 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
MITZI 3814 5 6 0 22 RED DOG GANG (386)
SEQUIM 3846 4 3 0 22 TRIBALS (390)
BRADDOCK 3878 2 1 0 22 THE CHAMPS (241)
FREDDY MAL DIAL 3886 1 1 1 18 LIMICK (167)
CAMAS 3842 4 3 0 15 TRIBALS (390)
MARCIA DIAL 3876 1 2 0 14 LIMICK (167)
HUMPTULIPS 3843 2 5 1 12 TRIBALS (390)
JIMBO DIAL 3885 2 0 0 10 LIMICK (167)
DARTH SILLY 3851 2 4 0 10 FOURTH REICH (66)
ROCKET SCIENCE 3806 1 3 0 10 GET SMART (385)
-SETI 3870 1 0 0 10 KEMET (394)
BAER 3877 1 2 1 6 THE CHAMPS (241)
SPOT 3864 1 3 0 6 RED DOG GANG (386)
SULLIVAN 3862 0 5 0 5 THE CHAMPS (241)
-NARMER 3874 0 1 0 1 KEMET (394)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
MAJOR MAYHEM 474 5 9 0 FOURTH REICH 66 PE ELL 3845 359
EXCRUCIATOR 3887 0 1 0 FOURTH REICH 66 FREDDY MAL DIAL 3886 359 JUST REV
GROSSMOUT DIAL 3594 6 7 2 LIMICK 167 BANDIT PRINCE 439 360 NONE
BITS 3813 6 5 0 RED DOG GANG 386 BAYONET 3848 360
CHIMACUM 3847 2 3 0 TRIBALS 390 BAER 3877 359
PERSONAL ADS
Sequim -- Well, at least you didn't try to bury me in the sand. I bet you would have
added a rotten fish, just to make me sprout well. Ugh. -- Mitzi
MBA -- Actually, I'm pretty smart myself. I'm an alphabet kibble, you see. -- Kibble
The Ambitious Guard wasn't up to it. For a couple of fishheads, I would have buried
him in the sand, too. -- Vonda
But we don't want things growing in the arena sand! Think how tricky the footing
would be. -- Ketl Chakor
Darth Silly -- Are you a Dark Lord of the Sitz? -- Bits
Seti -- Hey, I haven't seen you around before! Hi! -- Spot
Curie -- As long as it isn't glowing red eyes. That's passe. -- Bits
I.Q. -- (stunned silence) -- Mitzi
I.Q. -- Congratulations. I didn't know she COULD be stunned into silence. -- Leeta,
taking over as manager of the Red Dog Gang
Kibble -- You're much better than me, hence, you are always ahead on points. It
doesn't even take an undergraduate degree to understand that. -- M.B.A.
Mitzi -- That's my favorite rhythm, too! -- Calculus (knowing of absolutely no other
reason as to why one would pant rhythmically)
Kibble -- See, I told you so! And I would have rather had your rating than mine! --
M.B.A.
Dempsey -- See, it is not all "guts." Sometimes the calculating guy comes out on top.
Grossmout Dial -- I get it! I get it! Love your name? -- I.Q. (hustling out to go
for his third 800 in a row on S.A.T.'s)
May all your selections be intelligent during The Halloween Mail In. -- Max
Uh, Standish, wasn't that a little embarrassing? M. Chardinee? -- Max, Get Smart
Jonesy & Bayonet -- Two challenges from Postal Workers, two incredibly quick victories
for Fourth Reich. It especially doesn't get any shorter than the Jonesy-Ugluk bout.
Thanks for challenging and come again! -- Ugluk & Captain Crunch
Pe Ell -- You butchered me like a rookie. Thanks a lot. -- Major Mayhem
Freddy Mal Dial -- Aarghh! I was pretty smart, and I had an awesome name. Thanks,
jerk! -- Excrutiator
At least new recruits are free. -- Fourth Reich
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)
16 October 1999
To anyone starting a new team -- No good sales pitch or gimmicks (yet). If you're
adding a team, please put it in Jurine, DM-61. We only have one unchartered team and
eight teams total. So why come to Jurine? Simply put; WE ARE BEGGING YOU!!! --
Wardancer, mgr. War Party
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
GROSSMOUT DIAL was butchered by BANDIT PRINCE in a 2 minute bloody Dark Arena fight.
CAPTAIN CRUNCH won victory over FREDDY MAL DIAL in a 1 minute Bloodfeud battle.
DARTH SILLY was savagely defeated by PE ELL in a unpopular 7 minute Bloodfeud duel.
CALCULUS was savagely defeated by VONDA in a exciting 3 minute bloody Challenge fight.
I.Q. was bested by UGLUK in a 1 minute Challenge duel.
BAYONET assassinated BITS in a 1 minute bloody one-sided Challenge struggle.
JONESY viciously subdued KIBBLE in a 1 minute gruesome Challenge fight.
SEQUIM lost to DEMPSEY in a 5 minute gruesome Challenge duel.
DOTTY vanquished HUMPTULIPS in a 1 minute uneven Challenge fight.
BRADDOCK viciously subdued CAMAS in a 3 minute gory Challenge fight.
DOBBIE overpowered BAER in a 1 minute one-sided Challenge melee.
SULLIVAN was defeated by JIMBO DIAL in a 1 minute novice's Challenge match.
JOJO DIAL slimly lost to KUNG-FU MASTER in a 4 minute mismatched Title conflict.
STANDISH unbelievably bested MOORE in a crowd pleasing 6 minute bloody bout.
MBA overpowered SPOT in a crowd pleasing 1 minute one-sided duel.
ROCKET SCIENCE lost to MITZI in a 1 minute fray.
MARCIA DIAL overpowered SHIFTYEYED VOLUNTEER in a 1 minute mismatched brawl.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|PARRY-LUNGE 7 PARRY-RIPOSTE 5 - 0 - 0 100 |
|LUNGING ATTACK 5 TOTAL PARRY 19 - 5 - 0 79 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 5 WALL OF STEEL 24 - 16 - 2 60 |
|WALL OF STEEL 4 PARRY-LUNGE 26 - 25 - 1 51 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 3 SLASHING ATTACK 11 - 11 - 1 50 |
|TOTAL PARRY 3 BASHING ATTACK 11 - 11 - 1 50 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 2 STRIKING ATTACK 17 - 18 - 3 49 |
|BASHING ATTACK 1 LUNGING ATTACK 22 - 27 - 0 45 |
|AIMED BLOW 1 PARRY-STRIKE 8 - 11 - 0 42 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 AIMED BLOW 11 - 16 - 1 41 |
Turn 360 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:
PARRY-STRIKE 2 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 3 - 4 3 PARRY-LUNGE
BASHING ATTACK 1 - 0 STRIKING ATTACK 2 - 3 3 TOTAL PARRY
LUNGING ATTACK 4 - 1 SLASHING ATTACK 1 - 2 2 LUNGING ATTACK
TOTAL PARRY 1 - 2 2 STRIKING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 1 - 3 1 WALL OF STEEL
AIMED BLOW 0 - 1
PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 0
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
PARRY-LUNGE UGLUK 3786 8 3 0 67 FOURTH REICH (66)
TOTAL PARRY STANDISH 3754 14 3 0 61 POSTAL WORKERS (372)
LUNGING ATTACK CAPTAIN CRUNCH 475 10 7 0 58 FOURTH REICH (66)
STRIKING ATTACK VONDA 3816 7 4 0 54 RED DOG GANG (386)
WALL OF STEEL PE ELL 3845 5 2 1 35 TRIBALS (390)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is JOJO DIAL 2926. The most popular warrior this turn
was MOORE 3756. The ten other most popular fighters were VONDA 3816, BRADDOCK 3878,
JOJO DIAL 2926, DEMPSEY 3778, UGLUK 3786, JONESY 3827, SEQUIM 3846, MBA 3833,
GROSSMOUT DIAL 3594, and CAPTAIN CRUNCH 475.
The least popular fighter this week was DARTH SILLY 3851. The other ten least
popular fighters were PE ELL 3845, BAER 3877, HUMPTULIPS 3843, KIBBLE 3812, I.Q.
3805, FREDDY MAL DIAL 3886, MARCIA DIAL 3876, MITZI 3814, ROCKET SCIENCE 3806, and
SPOT 3864.
The following warriors will travel to ADVANCED DUELMASTERS after next turn:
JOJO DIAL (27-2926) LIMICK (167)
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