DUELMASTERS NEWSLETTER
Date : 10/21/1999 Duedate: 11/03/1999
VEASTIAN ARENA
DM-43 TURN-307
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
BROKEN KROSS
CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
(43-3713) [12-7-1,102]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
BROKEN KROSS SORTILEGE
CULT OF THE DRAGON (339) TERMAGANT VOTARY (378)
(43-3713) [12-7-1,102] (43-3791) [1-0-0,10]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
SOULWIND SOULWIND
CULT OF THE DRAGON (339) CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
(43-3738) [8-7-1,53] (43-3738) [8-7-1,53]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
THE FAMILY (116)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. CULT OF THE DRAGON (339) 28
2. THE FAMILY (116) 26 BADLANDS (227)
3. TALES (258) 24 Unchartered Team
4. TERMAGANT VOTARY (378) 22
5. BADLANDS (227) 4 TERMAGANT VOTARY (378)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1 BADLANDS (227) 16 11 0 59.3 1/ 2 THE FAMILY (116) 7 5 0
2/ 0 TALES (258) 74 76 7 49.3 2/ 1 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339) 7 8 1
3/ 2 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339) 73 86 10 45.9 3/ 3 BADLANDS (227) 2 2 0
4/ 3 THE FAMILY (116) 88 114 5 43.6 4/ 0 TALES (258) 2 3 1
5/ 0*TERMAGANT VOTARY (378) 1 4 0 20.0 5/ 0*TERMAGANT VOTARY (378) 1 4 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[ Karnhorn Intrigues #5 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Harbormaster Torquinz grumbled as he climbed down the stairs. He was a hard
sleeper and hated being disturbed. Besides the usual night security people, there
were four unfamiliar individuals in his office. He gestured to his assistant. "These
them?" he asked and received a nod of assent. The Harbormaster appraised them, rubbed
the sleep out of his eyes and stared again. They were two Karnhorn men, a woman
dressed as a man and a blue dwarf.
"Okay, what's the story?" asked Torquinz impatiently.
His assistant answered. "There was a fight on the docks. It was these two
(indicating the Karnhorns) against these two (the woman and the dwarf), at the start
anyway. By the end, it was all four of them against the crowd."
"Some of those merchantmen tried to press us into their crews. Of course we had
to fight them. Use your head, man!" boomed the woman.
The Harbormaster turned to his assistant. "Anyone hurt?"
"They'll all live, but a couple of those ships will be setting out shorthanded."
The Harbormaster sighed and threw up his hands. "Is there any reason I should
care what started the fight?"
One of the Karnhorns started to speak but was cut short by the other. "Just a
little professional quarrel that got out of hand," said Fenris Bane. "I'm sorry if we
caused some disruption here. My fellow Lord Protectors and I promise to cause you no
further problems."
The Harbormaster waved his arms dismissively. He wanted no trouble with Lord
Protectors. Besides, he had specifically warned the merchants that the kidnapping of
crewmen would not be tolerated. Maybe they'd learn a lesson from this. "Get out of
here, all of you," he growled.
*** *** ***
"Why didn't you let me say anything about Nar being on the ship or Noachian
swimming after it?" asked Ulde Stamer to Fenris when they were on their way back to
town.
"Because I'm not sure who we should trust. Nar was aboard an Imperial Navy ship,
remember. Maybe the Harbormaster is in on it. Come on, we're going to the Holy
Mahsh. We'll give the news to Father Mansardo himself.
*** *** ***
Noachian swam a careful circuit around the ship, trusting that the darkness would
conceal him from the lookouts. The craft was a light trireme, built for speed rather
than bulk. The Imperial Navy made use of ships of this type along the trade routes as
they had the capacity to outrun nearly anything. For that reason, they were popularly
known as "pirate chasers." Noachian wondered why this particular ship was anchored
here far out near the mouth of the harbor as opposed to the docks where the rest of
the squadron rested. Sentry duty, perhaps?
He determined that the best location to make his climb would be back near the
rudder where his progress would not be observed from the oarports that studded the
broadsides. He said a quick prayer to Kjarran, then began his ascent. Despite a few
near slips and shaky handholds, Noachian made good progress. Near the upper deck he
came across the name of the vessel painted across the woodwork...Holy Avenger. He
seemed to remember that there had been a story about a ship of that name, but the
details escaped him at the moment.
Noachian grasped the railing and pulled himself up far enough to get a look at
the deck. He frowned when he observed that an unusually strong and alert night watch
patrolled the deck. A desperate plan jelled in Noachian's mind. Aside from the
officers who wore colorful and officious looking uniforms, the crew were largely
shirtless and shoeless, wearing knee-length trousers which seemed to comprise the
crew's on-duty uniform, at least in the summer heat. Noachian had lost his shirt and
kicked off his boots during his long swim from the dock, so it occurred to him that he
was not dressed much differently from the ship's crew. His best chance of non-
detection lay in blending in.
With that resolve, Noachian bounded over the railing and landed nimbly on the
deck. He looked about him and was disheartened to discover that he had been observed
by a ship's officer, a midshipman of not more than sixteen years of age. "Just what
do you think you're doing, sailor?" demanded the youth.
Noachian decided to bluff. "Begging your pardon, sir. I thought it would be all
right to do some exercises. Just trying to stay in shape, sir." He pronounced these
words with difficulty. Noachian was not in the habit of showing deference, especially
to pimply faced teenagers in oversized uniforms.
"One of the new men," grunted the Midshipman. "What was your crime?"
Noachian hesitated, then made the connection. He had heard that naval ships
sometimes took convicts from city jails for replacement crewmen. "Err...theft, sir."
"A pickpocket, eh?" sneered the young officer condescendingly. "Well, my fine
thief, I've caught you red-handed."
"I was not thieving, sir," answered Noachian.
"It was obvious to me that you have defied orders to remain below, and have come
up here to practice your former profession. Do you know the punishment for theft
aboard this ship?" The boy's eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure. Several sailors
of the watch crowded around to back up their officer.
Noachian weighed his options. If he made his move right now, he could vault over
the railing and leave the impudent youth in a groaning heap on the deck in the
bargain. It would be a long swim back, but he could make it. But if he did, he would
fail in his entrusted mission to follow Nar and learn his plans. His indecision
caused him to hesitate a moment. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of
a group of officers in command uniforms, just emerging from the lower decks.
Noachian leapt suddenly to the railing and glared at the assemblage on deck. "My
name is Noachian, Lord Protector of Zuwayza and the Empire," he called out in
authoritative tones. "I am acting under the authority of the Holy Alliahr. I have
reason to believe that a suspected traitor by the name of Nar is presently aboard this
ship. I demanded that he be handed over to me to be brought back to Zuwayza for
trial."
The ensuing awkward silence was broken when the man wearing a Captain's uniform
stepped forward. The man's dark Karnhorn features revealed a surprisingly strong
admixture of elven blood. "I am Captain Ljentazh. I welcome you aboard my ship, Lord
Noachian. However, I must refuse your request as there is not a man on this ship whom
I suspect of disloyalty to the Empire, and that includes Inspector Nar. I do not have
time to discuss the matter further. We sail at first light and I must oversee the
preparations. If you desire to sail with us, you will be my honored guest. If not,
we will provide you with a ship's boat if you need one to return to shore. The choice
is yours." With that, the Captain turned and appeared to take no further notice of
Noachian.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ Karnhorn Intrigues #6 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
The Storm Sea air had cooled. The sky had clouded over, obscuring the stars. On
clear nights, the Holy Avenger's navigator used the stars to keep course, but on a
night like this there was nothing to do but wait for daylight. Sails were lowered and
the crew got a well deserved rest from their labors at the oars. Shrew had been
taking a regular shift at them and was grateful for the break. Finding it difficult
to sleep in the cramped quarters below, he had come to the deck to breathe the fresh
air. He noticed a familiar figure sitting near the bow and sat down next to him.
"When did you start smoking, Crow?" asked Shrew as Crow pulled a long-stemmed
ivory pipe from under his jacket and began patting pipe weed into place.
Crow waved his hand with a flourish and produced a small flame that danced on the
end of his index finger. He proceeded to light his pipe, then extinguish the flame
with another extravagant gesture. "Pipe weed is a favorite among wizards, you know.
I'm acquiring a taste for it."
Shrew knew that his friend was no wizard, not yet anyway. To become a wizard
took years of study and hard work. Crow was barely a week into his apprenticeship.
Very little of Crow had been seen aboard The Holy Avenger since he had been taken on
as apprentice by Elysse. The two had spent hours on end sequestered in a small cabin
below deck. Flame production was one of the simplest of spells, but that Crow could
have mastered it in only a week proved that he had tremendous potential for magic.
"I don't suppose there's been any action since the first day," Crow mused. That
had been frightening enough for anyone, with the Zuwayza harbor defenses shooting what
seemed like enough ballista stones to sink a fleet at them. But Captain Ljentazh and
his crew had performed magnificently, dodging one sure hit after another. "I never
want to go through anything like that again."
Shrew shrugged. "They say that the ballista crews are only trained to fire on
ships approaching the harbor. They really had to be lucky to hit a ship that was
sailing out of it."
"Lucky or not, we'd have been just as dead. Have you found out anything more
about this ship? Elysse doesn't want to talk about anything but magic."
"Yeah. About a year ago the Holy Avenger attacked and boarded a pirate ship. At
least, everybody here is convinced that the guy really WAS a pirate, but he claimed to
be a merchant and managed to produce bills of sale for everything he had on board. An
inquest found them guilty of malfeasance. They were all sentenced to three years of
doing sentry duty outside the harbor, and not be allowed to leave the ship in all that
time. The ship took some damage and lost a couple of crewmen. They were allowed
inside the harbor for repairs and to get some convicts as replacement crew. They
still weren't allowed on land and had to anchor out near the harbor mouth. I guess
Nar got aboard somehow, and convinced them to help him. How he did that I don't know.
They're all considered deserters and traitors now."
"So are we!" exclaimed Crow.
"If the mission succeeds, we'll be vindicated. If it fails, we'll be dead. So
what's it matter?" asked Shrew philosophically.
Crow stopped short of answering when Noachain appeared on deck, dressed in an
officer's uniform. He was accompanied by a midshipman who had been assigned to him as
a servant. Noachian was pointing angrily to his boots.
"Do you call those boots polished? They look like something out of a rag bin.
Take them below immediately. I want them looking presentable if it takes you all
night. Do you understand, Mr. Mujadim?"
"Yes sir," replied the young officer. He removed Noachian's boots with a tug and
disappeared below, but not before shooting a look of undisguised hatred in the Lord
Protector's direction when he though he was unobserved.
Noachian looked over at the pair on deck. "So hard to find good servants these
days, eh, Shrew? That fellow was ready to hang me from the yardarm as a thief when I
first came aboard. Such insolence to a Lord Protector can't go unpunished. That's
the Karnhorn way. And is that Crow over there with you? Why, I'd almost forgotten he
was aboard."
"Hello, Noachian," said Crow unenthusiastically. The two had never been friends.
"Did Nar explain the mission to you?"
Noachian nodded. "Yes. I understand that we have to gain the trust of the
Serva, and to do that we have to appear as traitors to the Empire. I still don't
understand why Nar chose infidels like yourselves for the mission when good loyal
Karnhorns like me would have been the better choice, but there's nothing I can do
about that...."
An anxious whisper from Shrew cut him off. "I see a ship out there."
"I don't see anything," said Noachian.
"If Shrew says there's a ship, then there's a ship," snapped Crow with annoyance.
"Shrew can see better than anyone in Alastari. That's why Nar wants us "infidels" on
the mission. Because we can do something besides yell at midshipmen and brag about
what great loyal Karnhorns we are!"
"You two can pick up your argument later," interrupted Shrew. "Right now we've
got an unknown ship to report."
*** *** ***
Zuwayza might be a great town for Karnhorns, thought Ottomund as he sat nursing
his drink at a dockside bar, but for blue dwarves like him it was deadly dull.
Wolfspider and his friends were off to who knows where, and it sure didn't seem like
they'd be back anytime soon. And that Mr. B. Natural could get on ANYBODY'S nerves.
Maybe it was time go head back to Aljafir.
The dwarf was startled out of his reverie when a small humanoid pulled out a
chair and sat down at his table. It took Ottomund a moment to remember who those
pointed ears and big yellow eyes belonged to. "Hello, Habmo," he said. "You're
looking a lot better than when last I saw you."
"The Karragit shamans have a way with swamp fever," grinned the half-Karragit
swavant. "When I learned you were in town, I tracked you down. I wonder if you might
like to go to a Carnival with me?"
"A Carnival?" repeated Ottomund with some confusion.
"Yes. A small one that operates just outside of town. You know, games, rides,
performers."
Ottomund eyed the swavant suspiciously. "They're not looking for a blue dwarf
for their freak show, are they?"
Habmo raised his eyebrows. "I never thought of that," he said. "No, actually
there's an exhibit there I'd like you to see. I can explain better after you've seen
it. If my theory is correct, it could have important ramifications for the future of
all Alastari in general and the Karnhorn Empire in particular. Will you come? I'll
buy the popcorn."
"How can I refuse?" replied Ottomund.
+ ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ The Karnhorn Empire #25 ]H[ + ---:--- + ]H[ +
Sarebya:
"It's the invasion fleet, I tell you," Turlik said yet again. "More sails than I
could count, with the wind behind them, and headed for the coast just south of here."
"The invaders are not coming here," Cadiz Virkaj snapped. He was the commander
of the Emir of Sarebya's household troops. "If there are any invaders, which is
questionable. And I'll thank you not to go spreading this wild tale of yours and
causing a panic."
"But, Cadiz, I saw them!"
"Fishing boats," the cadiz said dismissingly. Anything further he might have
said was interrupted by the frantic clamor of the alarm bell in the tower overhead.
*** ***** *** ***** ***
Cadiz Virkaj assembled his men with commendable speed, posting them at the points
where the harbor defenses could best benefit from their presence. Even the presence
of distracted citizens clogging the streets and shouting to know what the danger was
did not hamper this maneuver, because it was one which had been practiced many times.
Fixed-base catapults which had long since had their aim targeted on the harbor
entrance were uncovered and readied to fire. Messengers were dispatched to all
neighboring towns with word of the first sighting of the enemy fleet.
And then they waited, through a long afternoon when the scattered clouds of the
morning gathered overhead and began fitfully to rain. Occasionally a far-sighted
soldier on one of the heights would glimpse sails behind the curtain of rain, but none
came near enough to fire even the long-range ballistae at.
"They've pulled off to the south," Cadiz Virkaj muttered. He had taken up a
commanding position on the top of the tower which formed the center of the harbor
defense, as was his right and duty. Sarebya, at the mouth of the modest Mirsil River,
was cupped in gentle hills which restricted his view of the coastline to the north and
south, but his position gave him a complete picture of the state of the harbor. "I
knew they didn't mean to land here. They've gone after Zuwayza--"
"Could their navigators be so incompetent?" Turlik asked.
Virkaj shrugged, as though to say that he wasn't answerable for the quality of
Serevadan navigators. He glanced around, then stiffened as black smoke billowed up
behind the hills to the south. "They've bypassed the city!" he gasped. "They're on
the shore to the south!" He turned and plunged down the stairs with reckless haste,
dragging Turlik after him. "Take the Red Lion Company and ride south," he commanded
the younger man. "If they've landed in force, you won't be able to stop them, but
slow them down, kill as many as you can, and hold them to the beach. I must tell the
Emir."
SPY REPORT
So why do I have this bag over my head? Because I am The Unknown Spymaster and
I'm going to give you a spy report!. Say good-bye to CULT OF THE DRAGON, as they are
pushed from the coveted top team spot by the THE FAMILY stable. Hey everybody, watch
out for PINNOCHIO, who flew up 15 points in the rankings after mashing BAMBINA like a
melon. Keep your eye on this guy. Well, everybody's pal BROKEN KROSS moved his
record to 12-7-1 by defeating M. CHARDINEE in the Duelmaster's Title Bout and gaining
5 recognition points. 4 out of 5 gladiators surveyed protect the body, so try and
avoid aiming at that location.
Let's dig a little deeper into what's happening in the VEASTIAN arena. And hey,
kiddies, those of you who didn't avoid THE FAMILY, please raise you hand. Wow. Does
VEASTIAN really have that many liars? Okay, so I may not be funny, but catch
BADLANDS' act in the arena. Those acrobats seem to be fairly deft at running from
THE FAMILY. Well dang howdy, but if challenges were votes, DISINTEGRATED would be
president. Although it may be a contest she 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! 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. C'mon, Leadfoot, let's make some tracks. Its been
real, and its been fun, but it hasn't been real fun...-- The Unknown Spymaster
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
BROKEN KROSS 3713 12 7 1 102 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
DISINTEGRATED 2278 10 3 0 69 BADLANDS (227)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
SOULWIND 3738 8 7 1 53 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
BLACKOUT 3764 5 3 1 47 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
AL 3743 9 5 1 44 THE FAMILY (116)
EBON DESTRUCTION 2279 6 8 0 44 BADLANDS (227)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
GELADINA 3782 4 0 0 26 THE FAMILY (116)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
PINNOCHIO 3015 1 0 1 15 TALES (258)
FATS DOMINO 3805 1 0 0 11 THE FAMILY (116)
SORTILEGE 3791 1 0 0 10 TERMAGANT VOTARY (378)
LASH LARUE 3806 1 0 0 10 THE FAMILY (116)
FOX 3809 1 0 0 6 TALES (258)
XENOGLOSSIA 3788 0 1 0 1 TERMAGANT VOTARY (378)
DYSLEXIC MONSTRO 3021 0 1 0 1 TALES (258)
PARAMNESIA 3792 0 1 0 1 TERMAGANT VOTARY (378)
JILL 3808 0 1 0 1 TALES (258)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
NOPE 3799 0 1 0 CULT OF THE DRAGO 339 HIGH ELF 19 307 NONE
NOT YET 3798 0 1 0 CULT OF THE DRAGO 339 SHEWISH GIANT 21 307 NONE
BAMBINA 3786 1 2 0 THE FAMILY 116 PINNOCHIO 3015 307
JOSIP 3783 1 1 0 THE FAMILY 116 BLACKOUT 3764 305
JACK 3807 0 1 0 TALES 258 EMBEZZLING SCRIBE 5 307 NONE
BABASSU 3790 0 1 0 TERMAGANT VOTARY 378 BANDIT PRINCE 25 307 NONE
ABELIA 3789 0 1 0 TERMAGANT VOTARY 378 MOUNTAIN TROLL 18 307 NONE
PERSONAL ADS
Hail Veastian! -- We are the Termagant Votary. We thought you could use a little
company. We are ever loyal to Kjarran and the Karnhorn Empire. May Kjarran guide
your blades. -- Noachian
Blackout -- Whaaa...? Who hit me upside the head before that fight? How come I don't
remember a thing? -- Al
Blackout -- I see it now! You're a damned, sneaky canary, and you blindsided me! --
Al
My goodness, if I keep matching up against standbys, I'm going to get a swelled head!
-- Geladina
Yeah, me too. Great, isn't it? -- Bambina
Apollo -- Gods, this is awful! I've sent some words around practically BEGGING people
to come here. Now I'm going to send an enforcer along with 'em. -- Don John
Apollo -- Re Revenger--I forgot to specify, and he put in his first Isle fight in
Talahya, which is too crowded to be any fun at all, in my opinion. He should be in
Free Blades now, though. -- Don John
P.S. Although I'm considering sending him to Crysalis....
Geladina -- I'm sorry miss, but Dracos had to go. I assure you he was in good spirits
when he left the house. -- Blackout
P.S. Why didn't I get a "welcome?" (Who cares, I was here first.)
Al -- Sorry about the beating, dear fellow, but you were talking poorly to the lady.
-- Blackout
Blackout -- It's okay, Al is a little mad, that's all. -- Soulwind
Disintegrated -- I don't like you very much. -- Soulwind
Don John -- In response to your questions; No, I do not mind an "arena-merge", Yes, I
believe we should suggest it, as for a preference...I would like to remain a Free
Blade/Karnhorn. -- Apollo Maximillious
P.S. That sounds rather short, doesn't it? Sorry, no offense intended. (grin)
Badlands -- Why so quiet? -- Cult of the Dragon
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
NOPE was butchered by HIGH ELF in a 1 minute Dark Arena fight.
BABASSU was butchered by BANDIT PRINCE in a 2 minute brutal Dark Arena duel.
ABELIA was barely slain by MOUNTAIN TROLL in a 2 minute gory Dark Arena match.
NOT YET was dispatched by SHEWISH GIANT in a 2 minute Dark Arena brawl.
EBON DESTRUCTION was bested by BLACKOUT in a popular 1 minute Challenge fight.
SOULWIND was narrowly defeated by DISINTEGRATED in a 3 minute Challenge competition.
BROKEN KROSS vanquished M. CHARDINEE in a 1 minute mismatched Title fight.
AL beat THE USEROUS MERCHANT in a 2 minute bloody brawl.
GELADINA defeated OSKSI NOBLE in a 2 minute melee.
BAMBINA was dispatched by PINNOCHIO in a 2 minute beginner's duel.
XENOGLOSSIA was vanquished by FATS DOMINO in a 2 minute uneven fight.
SORTILEGE vanquished DYSLEXIC MONSTRO in a 1 minute one-sided fight.
PARAMNESIA was beaten by FOX in a 3 minute novice's melee.
LASH LARUE overpowered JILL in a 1 minute one-sided match.
JACK was butchered by EMBEZZLING SCRIBE in a 1 minute mismatched conflict.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|SLASHING ATTACK 5 PARRY-LUNGE 2 - 1 - 0 67 |
|LUNGING ATTACK 4 SLASHING ATTACK 26 - 14 - 2 65 |
|AIMED BLOW 3 WALL OF STEEL 9 - 5 - 1 64 |
|WALL OF STEEL 2 LUNGING ATTACK 21 - 18 - 2 54 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 2 AIMED BLOW 9 - 9 - 0 50 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 2 PARRY-RIPOSTE 3 - 6 - 0 33 |
|TOTAL PARRY 2 STRIKING ATTACK 3 - 6 - 0 33 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 1 BASHING ATTACK 2 - 7 - 0 22 |
|BASHING ATTACK 1 PARRY-STRIKE 2 - 9 - 0 18 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 0 TOTAL PARRY 1 - 5 - 0 17 |
Turn 307 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:
SLASHING ATTACK 5 - 0 AIMED BLOW 1 - 2 4 SLASHING ATTACK
STRIKING ATTACK 1 - 0 LUNGING ATTACK 1 - 3 2 LUNGING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 2 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 2 WALL OF STEEL
PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 2 2 AIMED BLOW
PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 2 1 STRIKING ATTACK
BASHING ATTACK 0 - 1
TOTAL PARRY 0 - 2
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
LUNGING ATTACK BROKEN KROSS 3713 12 7 1 102 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
WALL OF STEEL DISINTEGRATED 2278 10 3 0 69 BADLANDS (227)
SLASHING ATTACK BLACKOUT 3764 5 3 1 47 CULT OF THE DRAGON (339)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is SOULWIND 3738. The most popular warrior this turn
was SOULWIND 3738. The ten other most popular fighters were DISINTEGRATED 2278,
PINNOCHIO 3015, FATS DOMINO 3805, FOX 3809, BROKEN KROSS 3713, AL 3743, GELADINA
3782, BABASSU 3790, ABELIA 3789, and EBON DESTRUCTION 2279.
The least popular fighter this week was JACK 3807. The other ten least popular
fighters were JILL 3808, PARAMNESIA 3792, DYSLEXIC MONSTRO 3021, NOT YET 3798, NOPE
3799, LASH LARUE 3806, BAMBINA 3786, SORTILEGE 3791, XENOGLOSSIA 3788, and BLACKOUT
3764.
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