*****Ifnor wakes up to a claw poking at his side. Groggily, he looks up and sees a small rat trying to see if he is edible. He grabs the rat, and sets it down a couple feet away. Not liking animal cruelty, he drops the rat a piece of cheese before packing up his campsite. "Where shall I go next?" He wonders. Suddenly, there is a growl, and a monstrous cat charges through the underbrush, swiping his claws at where Ifnor had been only a moment ago. Ifnor grabs the cat by the neck, and bashes it against a tree until it falls senseless. Although the cat just made an attempt on his life, they are still is favorite animal, and he leaves some scraps of last night's meal as he walks off through the forest. As he is walking through, he is startled to hear a radio playing nearby. He is drawn towards the sound of the device, and emerges into a clearing to find...a dead body, surrounded by a pool of blood, and the radio, blaring unaware of it's owner's condition. Ifnor drops to one knee as he checks the body's pulse, then, finding the body dead, feels it's forehead to see how long it had been dead. "Only a couple minutes..." Suddenly, a news report comes onto the radio. "Some of the world's greatest fighters, Toma and Mirai Trunks, have been shrunk by a mysterious man. This man was last seen cackling on a ridge near Capsule Corporation. Look for a man in a black cape, accompanied by to rough looking men, around 30 to 40 in age. A reward is being offe..." The newscaster's voice is drowned out as Ifnor grows restless and switches off the radio. "This could be useful...This could get me enough prestige for world leader's to hire me...I will look for this man and his cronies." Although Ifnor is always looking for more money, the reward doesn't interest him. He would rather fight for his money, than just walk up and take it. Ifnor quickly checks the dead man's body for items, only finding a set of keys to a Capsule Corp. car. Deciding to take these, in case he finds the car, Ifnor sets off, looking for signs of the strange men’s' passing. He had only walked a few minutes before he heard a noise like he had never heard before. He stepped back and waited...waited...waited...but the thing that made the noise never revealed itself. Ifnor sets off again, walking lightly through the bushes and shrubs that make up the forest floor. "Odd...I feel like I'm being watched." Ifnor commented to himself. What Ifnor did not know, was that up high in the trees above him, a Demon was watching him and reporting all that he saw to his caller, the Slavemaster. Ifnor continues to stroll along, growing more and more cautious as the feeling continues to grow stronger and stronger. Suddenly, he gets so paranoid that he stops, and hides in a bush. The demon, now unable to see his quarry, swoops down to get a better look. As he swoops, Ifnor brings down the hilt of the Achilles Sword down on its head, shattering it's skull. "Stupid thing..." Ifnor doesn't stop to examine it, and continues through the forest, now seeing a path of broken branches and ruffled bushes. Walking faster now, the trail grows more and more obvious to Ifnor. He wonders how he didn’t see it before…somebody didn’t think anybody would find it…or didn’t care. Ifnor suddenly stops, mind on full alert, as he hears twigs cracking. He ducks behind a rock, just before a bewildered Redbeard wanders through. “I see the trail, but how do I know Rimoah isn’t just trying to lose me? First the bear, then the pond, and now? I’m lost in a forest with someone following me!! Gah, I need to hurt somebody…” Redbeard grumbles. Ifnor jumps out from behind the rock, onto the unsuspecting Redbeard’s back. He wraps his legs around Redbeard’s chest and puts the Achilles Sword to his neck. “Who are you and who are you working for?” Ifnor asks gruffly. Redbeard doesn’t respond, but staggers around as if he were being choking, then falls backwards onto the rock Ifnor was hiding behind. Ifnor feels his head crack as it hits the rock, and everything goes black. Ifnor wakes to find himself in a damp cavern, slumped against a wall with his arms tied behind his back and his legs tied together. He looks around, to see Redbeard and a man in a black cape, who must be Rimoah, conversing. He acts as if he is still unconscious, while he works at getting off the bonds on his hands. “If only I could reach my sword…” Ifnor thinks to himself. His sword is still on his back, in it’s sheath, but it is just out of reach. He looks up from his arduous task just in time to see Rimoah and Redbeard leaving, leaving the cavern unattended. Ifnor hops to his feet and rubs the bonds on his hands onto a sharp rock lying near the wall. He breaks it, and then proceeds to cut the rope on his legs with the Achilles Sword. As he breaks the rope, he notices a glint from something shiny in the room next to the one he is in. Enticed, he walks in...***** You have just entered room "Black Star DBall Match." Remattch: ::Keeps on watch for Redbeard and whatsisname, mahogany? mahoonee? marreee? mindee?:: PrinceVegita18: slavemaster? BanedonOfToran: ((Alright, act as though you haven't been here for a while; this is formal)) Remattch: ((who? us?)) PrinceVegita18: ::bows to everyone:: PrinceVegita18: hello sir Remattch: ::bows to self only:: PrinceVegita18: ((is that formal or informal)) PrinceVegita18: ::is in tux:: BanedonOfToran: ((-_-')) PrinceVegita18: :-D BanedonOfToran: ((Vegeta in a tux...never'll happen)) Remattch: ((lol)) PrinceVegita18: ((hey, bulma got him in a pink shirt)) PrinceVegita18: ((a tux would be an upgrade to the stupid shirt)) BanedonOfToran: ((Quiet, storyline)) PrinceVegita18: ::puts a peace sign in the air:: PrinceVegita18: SHHHHHHHHHHH PrinceVegita18: ((did your teachers do that to you as kid?)) BanedonOfToran: Walking out of the room, towards the next, Ifnor notices something. BanedonOfToran: On the floor, a round Dragonball lies. BanedonOfToran: He walks in to get it, when he hears a heavy footstep behind him. BanedonOfToran: Not wanting to invite a confrontation, Ifnor ducks into a corner. BanedonOfToran: A huge human, barely recognizable for a human, with bulging muscles walks in. BanedonOfToran: He carries a log scimitar, and has bad battle wounds on his face, twisting his grin into a half-sneer. BanedonOfToran: Suddenly, before Ifnor figures this man can see him, the man lunges at Ifnor, Scimitar flying. BanedonOfToran: Ifnor manages to dodge it, although barely, and notices something on the black blade. BanedonOfToran: A green substance oozes off of it. It must be poisoned! BanedonOfToran: The man prepares to lunge again, and Ifnor moves before he does. BanedonOfToran: ((Attack)) Remattch: ((do I get my Deflection?)) BanedonOfToran: ((Silence if over)) BanedonOfToran: ((Roll for it)) *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 5-sided die: 3 Remattch: ((yuck)) Remattch: Ifnor grimaces, knowing he will not be so fast in this battle, and slashes at the strange man. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 14 43 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 10 Remattch: ((12)) BanedonOfToran: Officer: 178. Ifnor: 196 BanedonOfToran: ::The Drakkarim Officer lunges with his poisoned blade:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 17 87 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 20-sided die: 4 BanedonOfToran: ((9 dmg)) *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 2-sided die: 2 BanedonOfToran: Poisoned. Remattch: Ifnor dives to the side, but still manages to get clipped in the head. BanedonOfToran: ((You take 1 dmg after your next attack, 2 after the following, then 4, etc.)) Remattch: He recovers and slashes back, feeling dizzy as he does so. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 14 79 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 7 Remattch: ((9)) BanedonOfToran: Officer: 169. Ifnor 186 BanedonOfToran: ::The officer smiles, and slashes again:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 69 36 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 20-sided die: 10 BanedonOfToran: 15 BanedonOfToran: 169 vs 169 BanedonOfToran: ((After you attack)) Remattch: Ifnor realizes the officer is not such a great swordsman, but has the strenght of an ox as he slashes. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 48 62 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 6 Remattch: ((8)) BanedonOfToran: 161 vs 169 BanedonOfToran: ::The officer drops his Scimitar, and grabs a Broadsword, that glows.:: BanedonOfToran: ::He slashes Ifnor with it.:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 57 49 Remattch: Ah, crap!! *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 30-sided die: 23 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 10-sided die: 9 BanedonOfToran: ((Regular dmg. 1-3 = miss)) BanedonOfToran: ((brb, attack, though)) Remattch: ((confused...)) *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 43 19 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 3 Remattch: ((Ack)) Remattch: ((i think)) KeelLorenz SEELE: ((if he gets 1-3 on second roll, he misses)) Remattch: ((ok)) *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 3 Remattch: ((!!)) KeelLorenz SEELE: ((LOL)) Remattch: ::Thinks to himself. "This is NOT what I bargained for...I just wanted to capture the man....":: BanedonOfToran: ((Back)) Remattch: ((Missed, I think)) BanedonOfToran: ((dmg?)) Remattch: ((3, then 3 on a second die)) BanedonOfToran: ((You hurt me how much?)) Remattch: ((would do 5)) Remattch: ((cuz +2)) KeelLorenz SEELE: ((no, thats for Lander's Broadsword)) BanedonOfToran: O:156 vs I:142 Remattch: ((confused all over again... Remattch: )) BanedonOfToran: ((You still taking poison dmg)) BanedonOfToran: ::The Drakkarim Officer swings the broadsword:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 48 23 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 30-sided die: 25 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 10-sided die: 7 KeelLorenz SEELE: ((Lander's guy, his broadsword is a 1d30, on a second 1d10, if he gets 1-3, he misses)) Remattch: ((o ok)) BanedonOfToran: ((And 4-5 = 1/2 dmg. 10 = double dmg)) Remattch: ((when does poison where off?)) BanedonOfToran: ((When you die)) Remattch: ((thank you for the encouragemnet :-D)) KeelLorenz SEELE: ((LOL)) BanedonOfToran: ((attack...)) BanedonOfToran: ((Ifnor?)) Remattch: Ifnor slashes back at the officer, not realizing there was an opening...must be the poison... *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 66 3 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 3 Remattch: ((5)) BanedonOfToran: Ifnor: 110(8 psn dmg) vs Drakkarim Officer: 151 BanedonOfToran: ::The officer smiles, and drops the broadsword.:: Remattch: ((Ug, here we go again...)) BanedonOfToran: ::He walks over to a desk, and picks up a massive slab of steel, carved into a sword:: BanedonOfToran: ::he swings it at Ifnor:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 50 40 BanedonOfToran: ((Missed)) Remattch: Ifnor laughs nervously, then slashes at the madman again. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 57 44 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 2 Remattch: ((4)) BanedonOfToran: I:94 vs O:147 Remattch: ((high rolls!! come on!!)) BanedonOfToran: ::the Officer swings again:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 46 74 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 40-sided die: 20 Remattch: ((the cursed dice strike again!!)) *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 10-sided die: 5 BanedonOfToran: Ack, missed BanedonOfToran: ((Ho-hum...)) Remattch: Ifnor laughs weakly and swings at the officer again... *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 80 2 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 3 Remattch: ((5)) BanedonOfToran: I: 62 vs O: 142 Remattch: ((low dice are killing me)) BanedonOfToran: ::Suddenly, before the officer can swing again, a large Wildcat leaps at him:: BanedonOfToran: ::Ifnor can only watch as it mauls the man, but once he regains his berrings, he stands tall:: BanedonOfToran: ::The cat lunges, but gets grabbed in the throat. Ifnor cringes as he squeezes:: Remattch: ((Can I jump in and help the cat?)) BanedonOfToran: ::The cat continues to struggle, until, in 1 swift motion, Ifnor sees the Officer swings:: BanedonOfToran: ::The cats throat is ripped out by his second hand.:: Remattch: ::goes into a rage:: BanedonOfToran: ::Ifnor takes this time to charge The officer, and attack him from behind:: BanedonOfToran: ((Roll dmg dice, and then roll 1d5. Multiply total dmg by this much.)) Remattch: Ifnor slashes at the officer as hard as he can, his rage consuming him. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 79 22 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 2 Remattch: ((4)) BanedonOfToran: ((Roll 1d5)0 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 5-sided die: 1 Remattch: !! Remattch: ((are you kidding me!!)) BanedonOfToran: ((Now, roll for knock-down. 1d10. Pray for 7-10)) *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 10-sided die: 8 Remattch: !! Remattch: ((GOOD LUCK!! FINALLY!!)) BanedonOfToran: ::The man is knocked down, onto his swords and scimitars. he stands up, angered, and slashes Ifnor:: BanedonOfToran: Ifnor: 30. officer: 60. *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 53 76 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 40-sided die: 5 *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 1 10-sided die: 4 BanedonOfToran: ((He hits himself)) BanedonOfToran: ((And takes poison dmg)) BanedonOfToran: Ifnor: 30. Officer: 23 Remattch: ((yay, but brb a sec)) Remattch: ((k back)) Remattch: Ifnor slashes at the officer with all his might, still mad about the death of the cat. *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 29 69 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 9 Remattch: ((11)) BanedonOfToran: Ifnor: 1. Officer: 12. BanedonOfToran: ::The officer slashes, trying to kill:: *OnlineHost*: BanedonOfToran rolled 2 90-sided dice: 26 42 BanedonOfToran: ((And misses...)) BanedonOfToran: Both at 1 HP Remattch: Ifnor slashes for what could be the finishing blow, if only he hit... *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 2 80-sided dice: 64 77 *OnlineHost*: Remattch rolled 1 12-sided die: 10 Remattch: ((12)) PrinceVegita18: woohoo!!!!! BanedonOfToran: ::The officer staggers, and dies.:: Remattch: YiPpEe BanedonOfToran: ((Quiet, storyline)) PrinceVegita18: go ifnor! KeelLorenz SEELE: ((LOL, at 1 HP)) BanedonOfToran: ((Quiet)) BanedonOfToran: Ifnor staggers, the poison clearly having taken effect on the fighter. BanedonOfToran: He drunkenly grabs the Dragonball, and proceeds to walk out of the room. BanedonOfToran: Suddenly, before he can sense a thing, something heavy hits him over the head, and he blacks out. PrinceVegita18: ((to find redbeard waiting!)) BanedonOfToran: He awakens, outside, with his wounds bandaged. He checks himself. BanedonOfToran: He still has all his items, and the Dragonball. BanedonOfToran: He has no idea of what happened, but walks away, nonetheless. BanedonOfToran: ((I'm taking log))