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DF Spoilers / Re: Could Mavra be under Eb's control?
« on: May 29, 2018, 04:30:54 PM »Perhaps his mother in law LoL
Oh, good grief. Dresden would LOVE that new relation.
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Oh, good grief. Dresden would LOVE that new relation.
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 29, 2018, 03:54:38 PM »
Shagnasty
- Immortal
- Shapeshifter
- Immense durability
- prodigious strength
- centuries (millenia?) of experience killing and tormenting
- can deflect magical attacks
Genoskwa/Ursiel
- Two forms: anthropoid and demon-bear
- Anthropoid - Very fast
- Anthropoid - Very strong
- Anthropoid - Durable
- Demon-bear - Very durable
- Demon-bear - Very strong
- Genoskwa age unknown, Ursiel age prehistoric (literally)
The apparition that brought the two vanishes. Both predators eye each other across the field in the light of the dawn. Shagnasty's golden fur ripples in a slight breeze, his wide mouth twisted into a grin of anticipation.
"Little hunter," says Shagnasty, his voice almost a purr, "You are going to die. I would like to make sport of this," the purr became almost sensual here, "But I must return to my business quickly. Yield, and I will end you swiftly."
"Abomination," spat the Genoskwa. His eyes gleamed with rage, "I am not your prey!"
The Genoskwa began sprinting toward Shagnasty. He crossed distance between them in mere seconds, and threw a massive limb straight toward Shagnasty's grinning visage. Or rather, where Shagnasty's grinning visage used to be. The golden-haired Naagloshi side-stepped the charge, and grabbed the Genoskwa's outstretched limb, flipping him into the air and sending him sailing away. The Genoskwa landed on his feet in a crouch, a look of surprise and malice etched onto his features.
"Pitiful," said the Skinwalker, still grinning. He walked leisurely toward the crouching simian. "Try again."
"Shut your mouth!" growled the Genoskwa.
He lunged forward a second time, preparing a large limb in a punch as before. The Skinwalker dodged, grabbing at the Genoskwa's arm, but this time the Genoskwa evaded the grasp. He pulled his gray-furred arm back from the Skinwalker's reaching fingertups, and struck with his other fist right in between Shagnasty's eyes. The Skinwalker grunted in surprise, but the Genoskwa wasn't done. He followed up with two blows to the golden-furred abdomen, and aimed a kick at the Naagloshi's knee. Shagnasty barely dodged the kick, then shoved the gray-furred form away from him into the grass.
The Skinwalker let out an ear-splitting shriek. His form blurred, becoming a large saber-toothed tiger. The tiger pounced on the Genoskwa, who rolled to the side and jumped back, eyeing the new shape of his opponent.
"Your shape matters not - it will only decide how your corpse looks!" he shouted.
The tiger pounced, crossing the thirty feet between them in a single bound. The Genoskwa dodged its leap, grrabbing for one of its hind limbs. The tiger whirled, enormous front teeth bared, golden eyes gleaming with avarice and bloodlust. The teeth found a mark in the Genoskwa's shoulder. He gasped in pain, jerking the tiger away with a twist of his hips. Blood drenched the gray fur with dark red spots.
The tiger rolled away, blurring once again into the golden haired, nine-foot tall gorilla-esque shape. The grin was even wider now. "I have tasted your blood, Little Hunter. It tastes of fear."
The Genoskwa glowered furiously at the Naagloshi. He could be faster, but the thing was a predator with many a century, or possibly even millenium, beyond his own experience. It had killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands of other predators, some stronger than the Genoskwa, and only become stronger for it. It had seen so many battles that it could probably predict his every move. For a moment, he felt a prickle of fear.
Then a voice in his head, but not his own, said in a smooth rumble. "No, do not let it intimidate you. Lead it on, let it stalk you. Appear to become the prey. When it finally tires of the game, and comes for you in earnest, I will show myself."
So the Genoskwa turned and ran for the woods at the edge of the clearing.
The Skinwalker guffawed. "Little Hunter? Little Prey." He turned into a large hawk, and pursued the Genoskwa.
It went on like that for several hours, through the afternoon, as the Skinwalker tracked the Genoskwa, sometimes closing in for a skirmish. Each time, the Genoskwa evaded probing attempts at his life, sustaining a new flesh wound. Somehow, though, the wounds were not taking a toll on it, and it remained unafraid. That puzzled the Skinwalker, for surely the creature must know it was doomed.
At sunset, the Skinwalker caught up with the Genoskwa. The Naagloshi took on its golden haired form at top of a wooded hill. The Genoskwa stood opposite it, just in front of the entrance to a cave.
"Little Prey," said Shagnasty, "You have run well. I have enjoyed our chase. But now it must end. I will extend my offer one final time, and not again. Yield, and I will end you swiftly."
The Genoskwa bared its teeth. "The stench of your corpse will be an improvement."
The Skinwalker blinked. "Truly? So be it."
The Naagloshi's form blurred again, becoming not one, but two large wolves. They moved to circle the Genoskwa, who retreated into the cave. It was narrow in the cave. The two wolves had enough room to walk abreast into its darkness, but not much more. The scent of the Genoskwa remained strong in their noses. Ordinary creatures might have found the darkness an impediment, but the Skinwalker's senses were keen, beyond what should have been feasible. The Genoskwa should have been blind in the darkness, even with its own keen senses, but somehow it moved on undeterred. Shagnasty wondered how that worked, but the wolves shrugged. He wouldn't have to worry about it much longer.
The wolves emerged into a large cavern. Stalagmites and stalagtites covered the floor and ceiling respectively. The scent of the Genoskwa remained strong. He was somewhere in here.
"Little prey," said Shagnasty, reverting to his golden form. "The darkness is not your friend."
Then a new voice thrummed throughout the cavern.
"Messenger," it crooned, sounding smooth as marble and deep as oceans. "Your time has long since been over."
Shagnasty froze. This was unexpected. Though the voice itself was unfamiliar, its quality, and the aura it gave off, was unmistakable to the Naagloshi.
"You continue to walk this earth, making sport of those weaklings who are unlucky enough to cross your path," the voice of Ursiel continued, echoing off the walls. Its source was unknowable. "Yet their unhappy fates are naught compared to the oblivion that awaits you, Naagloshi."
Shagnasty flinched. No one, and he meant no one, ever dared mention that word aloud to him. For the first time since the fight with the medicine man on that prison-island, he felt a small amount of fear.
The Skinwalker heard a small shuffling across the stone in front of him. With his enhanced vision, he could make out the outline of a hindleg of something large. In an instant, he changed his form to the tiger again, and leaped, sinking his long teeth into the leg in the blink of an eye.
Just as he did so, jaws closed around his spine, cracking it. The lower half of his body went limp. Out of the corner of Shagnasty's eye, he could now see the glowing orange eyes, and the second set of green eyes above them, set adjacent to the glowing demonic sigil of Ursiel.
Shagnasty shrieked, and the sound echoed off the cavern walls. His form blurred, becoming something slimy and octopus like, with tentacles out the wazoo and, most importantly, no backbone. But the demon-bear's teeth still blazed agony into the Naagloshi, and not four, but six enormous paws held Shagnasty in place. The jaws chomped away, burning pain into the Skinwalker's being. His form changed and changed, but the demon-bear held every one in place, and soon the damage done to one form bled through to another. Finally, Shagnasty reverted to his golden furred normal self, golden eyes shining with terror. He wasn't used to that feeling. Not in himself.
Ursiel's voice boomed triumphantly. "Your time is done." The jaws snapped shut one final time around the Naagloshi's throat.
SUMMARY
By himself, the Genoskwa would fail. Shagnasty's predatory expertise and divinity would trounce him. Only by concealing his advantage of the coin and planning a trap that exploits the Skinwalker's predictability let him win this set up.
Thoughts? Comments? Disagreement? How do you think it would go?
- Immortal
- Shapeshifter
- Immense durability
- prodigious strength
- centuries (millenia?) of experience killing and tormenting
- can deflect magical attacks
Genoskwa/Ursiel
- Two forms: anthropoid and demon-bear
- Anthropoid - Very fast
- Anthropoid - Very strong
- Anthropoid - Durable
- Demon-bear - Very durable
- Demon-bear - Very strong
- Genoskwa age unknown, Ursiel age prehistoric (literally)
The apparition that brought the two vanishes. Both predators eye each other across the field in the light of the dawn. Shagnasty's golden fur ripples in a slight breeze, his wide mouth twisted into a grin of anticipation.
"Little hunter," says Shagnasty, his voice almost a purr, "You are going to die. I would like to make sport of this," the purr became almost sensual here, "But I must return to my business quickly. Yield, and I will end you swiftly."
"Abomination," spat the Genoskwa. His eyes gleamed with rage, "I am not your prey!"
The Genoskwa began sprinting toward Shagnasty. He crossed distance between them in mere seconds, and threw a massive limb straight toward Shagnasty's grinning visage. Or rather, where Shagnasty's grinning visage used to be. The golden-haired Naagloshi side-stepped the charge, and grabbed the Genoskwa's outstretched limb, flipping him into the air and sending him sailing away. The Genoskwa landed on his feet in a crouch, a look of surprise and malice etched onto his features.
"Pitiful," said the Skinwalker, still grinning. He walked leisurely toward the crouching simian. "Try again."
"Shut your mouth!" growled the Genoskwa.
He lunged forward a second time, preparing a large limb in a punch as before. The Skinwalker dodged, grabbing at the Genoskwa's arm, but this time the Genoskwa evaded the grasp. He pulled his gray-furred arm back from the Skinwalker's reaching fingertups, and struck with his other fist right in between Shagnasty's eyes. The Skinwalker grunted in surprise, but the Genoskwa wasn't done. He followed up with two blows to the golden-furred abdomen, and aimed a kick at the Naagloshi's knee. Shagnasty barely dodged the kick, then shoved the gray-furred form away from him into the grass.
The Skinwalker let out an ear-splitting shriek. His form blurred, becoming a large saber-toothed tiger. The tiger pounced on the Genoskwa, who rolled to the side and jumped back, eyeing the new shape of his opponent.
"Your shape matters not - it will only decide how your corpse looks!" he shouted.
The tiger pounced, crossing the thirty feet between them in a single bound. The Genoskwa dodged its leap, grrabbing for one of its hind limbs. The tiger whirled, enormous front teeth bared, golden eyes gleaming with avarice and bloodlust. The teeth found a mark in the Genoskwa's shoulder. He gasped in pain, jerking the tiger away with a twist of his hips. Blood drenched the gray fur with dark red spots.
The tiger rolled away, blurring once again into the golden haired, nine-foot tall gorilla-esque shape. The grin was even wider now. "I have tasted your blood, Little Hunter. It tastes of fear."
The Genoskwa glowered furiously at the Naagloshi. He could be faster, but the thing was a predator with many a century, or possibly even millenium, beyond his own experience. It had killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands of other predators, some stronger than the Genoskwa, and only become stronger for it. It had seen so many battles that it could probably predict his every move. For a moment, he felt a prickle of fear.
Then a voice in his head, but not his own, said in a smooth rumble. "No, do not let it intimidate you. Lead it on, let it stalk you. Appear to become the prey. When it finally tires of the game, and comes for you in earnest, I will show myself."
So the Genoskwa turned and ran for the woods at the edge of the clearing.
The Skinwalker guffawed. "Little Hunter? Little Prey." He turned into a large hawk, and pursued the Genoskwa.
It went on like that for several hours, through the afternoon, as the Skinwalker tracked the Genoskwa, sometimes closing in for a skirmish. Each time, the Genoskwa evaded probing attempts at his life, sustaining a new flesh wound. Somehow, though, the wounds were not taking a toll on it, and it remained unafraid. That puzzled the Skinwalker, for surely the creature must know it was doomed.
At sunset, the Skinwalker caught up with the Genoskwa. The Naagloshi took on its golden haired form at top of a wooded hill. The Genoskwa stood opposite it, just in front of the entrance to a cave.
"Little Prey," said Shagnasty, "You have run well. I have enjoyed our chase. But now it must end. I will extend my offer one final time, and not again. Yield, and I will end you swiftly."
The Genoskwa bared its teeth. "The stench of your corpse will be an improvement."
The Skinwalker blinked. "Truly? So be it."
The Naagloshi's form blurred again, becoming not one, but two large wolves. They moved to circle the Genoskwa, who retreated into the cave. It was narrow in the cave. The two wolves had enough room to walk abreast into its darkness, but not much more. The scent of the Genoskwa remained strong in their noses. Ordinary creatures might have found the darkness an impediment, but the Skinwalker's senses were keen, beyond what should have been feasible. The Genoskwa should have been blind in the darkness, even with its own keen senses, but somehow it moved on undeterred. Shagnasty wondered how that worked, but the wolves shrugged. He wouldn't have to worry about it much longer.
The wolves emerged into a large cavern. Stalagmites and stalagtites covered the floor and ceiling respectively. The scent of the Genoskwa remained strong. He was somewhere in here.
"Little prey," said Shagnasty, reverting to his golden form. "The darkness is not your friend."
Then a new voice thrummed throughout the cavern.
"Messenger," it crooned, sounding smooth as marble and deep as oceans. "Your time has long since been over."
Shagnasty froze. This was unexpected. Though the voice itself was unfamiliar, its quality, and the aura it gave off, was unmistakable to the Naagloshi.
"You continue to walk this earth, making sport of those weaklings who are unlucky enough to cross your path," the voice of Ursiel continued, echoing off the walls. Its source was unknowable. "Yet their unhappy fates are naught compared to the oblivion that awaits you, Naagloshi."
Shagnasty flinched. No one, and he meant no one, ever dared mention that word aloud to him. For the first time since the fight with the medicine man on that prison-island, he felt a small amount of fear.
The Skinwalker heard a small shuffling across the stone in front of him. With his enhanced vision, he could make out the outline of a hindleg of something large. In an instant, he changed his form to the tiger again, and leaped, sinking his long teeth into the leg in the blink of an eye.
Just as he did so, jaws closed around his spine, cracking it. The lower half of his body went limp. Out of the corner of Shagnasty's eye, he could now see the glowing orange eyes, and the second set of green eyes above them, set adjacent to the glowing demonic sigil of Ursiel.
Shagnasty shrieked, and the sound echoed off the cavern walls. His form blurred, becoming something slimy and octopus like, with tentacles out the wazoo and, most importantly, no backbone. But the demon-bear's teeth still blazed agony into the Naagloshi, and not four, but six enormous paws held Shagnasty in place. The jaws chomped away, burning pain into the Skinwalker's being. His form changed and changed, but the demon-bear held every one in place, and soon the damage done to one form bled through to another. Finally, Shagnasty reverted to his golden furred normal self, golden eyes shining with terror. He wasn't used to that feeling. Not in himself.
Ursiel's voice boomed triumphantly. "Your time is done." The jaws snapped shut one final time around the Naagloshi's throat.
SUMMARY
By himself, the Genoskwa would fail. Shagnasty's predatory expertise and divinity would trounce him. Only by concealing his advantage of the coin and planning a trap that exploits the Skinwalker's predictability let him win this set up.
Thoughts? Comments? Disagreement? How do you think it would go?
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DF Spoilers / Re: If Ivy dies.....
« on: May 29, 2018, 02:14:37 PM »If the Archive's existence acts as a deterrent to the Old Ones returning, and that existence can be terminated, they would attempt to terminate it. This is the case where the Archive ceases to exist when its bearer dies without a specified heir.
If the Archive's existence acts as a deterrent to the Old Ones returning, but that existence can only be periodically suspended, they would only target it during times critical to their operations. This is the case where the Archive finds a new, indeterminate bearer when its current bearer dies without heir.
I was thinking along the lines of effort put in vs results from their point of view. If they can get rid of the Archive permanently, then the Old Ones would be salivating for a chance at Ivy. If they can only temporarily put the Archive out of commission by killing the host, they wouldn't risk as many resources/personnel unless the timing of the Archive's absence was especially opportune.
Does that make sense? It does in my head, anyway, but considering this post deals with the concept of Mantles yet again, I'm already mentally fatigued. Could be mixing things up.
Oh, you mean "Why would them wanting the Archive to be destructible make it destructible?" Sorry, got mixed up. That's a guess based on it adding narrative stakes to the situation.
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DF Spoilers / Re: If Ivy dies.....
« on: May 29, 2018, 02:12:03 PM »Huh? The Old Ones would logically want her gone, so she has to be more vulnerable to make it happen more easily? I dont follow your logic.
If the Archive's existence acts as a deterrent to the Old Ones returning, and that existence can be terminated, they would attempt to terminate it. This is the case where the Archive ceases to exist when its bearer dies without a specified heir.
If the Archive's existence acts as a deterrent to the Old Ones returning, but that existence can only be periodically suspended, they would only target it during times critical to their operations. This is the case where the Archive finds a new, indeterminate bearer when its current bearer dies without heir.
I was thinking along the lines of effort put in vs results from their point of view. If they can get rid of the Archive permanently, then the Old Ones would be salivating for a chance at Ivy. If they can only temporarily put the Archive out of commission by killing the host, they wouldn't risk as many resources/personnel unless the timing of the Archive's absence was especially opportune.
Does that make sense? It does in my head, anyway, but considering this post deals with the concept of Mantles yet again, I'm already mentally fatigued. Could be mixing things up.
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 29, 2018, 02:05:52 PM »Shagnasty, the specific one we met, was one of the "Real" Skinwalkers (per Bob) and is an actual "Need Halloween or equivalent to Kill permanently" immortal, albeit "one of the Least" of them, by Alfred's reckoning.
Yeah, Bob was pretty clear that the Halloween conjunction applies to 'all of them' immortals.
Thanks for the clarification. Shagnasty vs Coin-powered Genoskwa sounds good. I'd also like to see one of them take on Macfinn. Will start planning...
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DF Spoilers / Re: Practitioners, aging, and healing. What triggers it?
« on: May 29, 2018, 01:46:41 PM »They may not age at all if they keep their shape shifting at a high level.
Come on, would Mr. Butcher be that nice to recurring support characters?
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DF Spoilers / Re: What character would you like to see get a power up?
« on: May 29, 2018, 01:43:20 PM »
Fix. His counterpart just got access to several Relics of Mass Destruction (kinda sorta). The scales are unbalanced.
Cowl. Because ringwraiths are cool.
Lara Raith. I'm betting getting nastily shagged (haha, see what I did there?) shook her. Predator that she is, she'll want more power so that never happens again.
Cowl. Because ringwraiths are cool.
Lara Raith. I'm betting getting nastily shagged (haha, see what I did there?) shook her. Predator that she is, she'll want more power so that never happens again.
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DF Spoilers / Re: Will Ramirez ever get laid?...
« on: May 29, 2018, 01:35:08 PM »
Trying to imagine Ramirez' response to that question...
"Come on, Dresden. You think God put this much charisma and charm into one wizard, and he's just gonna let that go to waste? I have not yet begun to fight!"
"Come on, Dresden. You think God put this much charisma and charm into one wizard, and he's just gonna let that go to waste? I have not yet begun to fight!"
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DF Spoilers / Re: If Ivy dies.....
« on: May 29, 2018, 01:30:19 PM »
I think it would fade away. Otherwise, there wouldn't be much point in murdering her from the Old Ones' point of view. They'd just have to worry about someone else, possibly unknown to them, carrying the Archive later.
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 29, 2018, 01:14:10 PM »I would have liked to see Morgan and Kincaid fight. Although given the rules of this post I think that Morgan would probably win. A prepared Kincaid might have a chance. Especially if Morgan underestimated him. I feel like Morgan was used to dealing with fighting magic users and more supernatural threats. I know that Kincaid is technically a supernatural threat but he fights with mostly mortal tactics and weapons. Regardless I think it would be a fun scenario to see played out.
The problem with that match up is prep time. No prep time, Morgan takes it. Prep time, Kincaid. Morgan's job is to enforce the laws of magic, which does put him up against many nasties. However, Kincaid's job is to kill people in thorough, clandestine ways. He'd set Morgan up for one of the shots he described to Dresden.
How about these fights..... Battles of the baddies
Mavra vs Shagnasty
Shagnasty vs Coin powered Genoskwa
Mavra vs Coin powered Genoskwa
Dierdre vs Mavra
Dierdre vs Shagnasty
Red King vs Coin powered Genoskwa
Red King vs Mavra
Even though we stipulated that the earth facsimile is undergoing a Halloween equivalent, would Shagnasty be able to be killed? I'm not entirely clear on what he is. Skinwalker/Naagloshi, yeah, but to what is that an equivalent in terms of mortality? Immortal? Demigod? Minor god?
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 29, 2018, 12:48:39 PM »
The two members of the Sidhe Courts stared at each other from across a short distance.
Eldest Fetch, having assumed the form of a Spanish swordsman, narrowed his eyes at the short, stocky Gruff. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you."
A bemused smile began to form at the edges of Eldest Gruff's snout. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die."
The form of Eldest Fetch shifted, blurring into the shape of a Scarecrow. "I haven't got a brain. Only straw."
The beginnings of Gruff's smile bloomed into a full grin. "How can you talk if you haven't got a brain?"
Eldest Fetch's straw neck tilted to one side. "I don't know... But some people without brains do an awful lot of talking... don't they?"
Gruff shook his head. "Yes, I guess you're right."
Eldest Fetch's form blurred again, this time into the shape of a pale, regal man in fashionable clothing several centuries late. "Listen to them. Children of the night. What music *they* make."
A puzzled look appeared on Gruff's face, as he considered the appropriate response. He knew the reference, of course. Dracula, as if the stiff white collar hadn't been enough to give it away. But there was no reply in the original movie, save for the howling of the wolves.
A dark and malicious grin spread across Eldest Fetch's face, revealing his vampiric teeth. It seemed that he'd stumped his counterpart from Summer. And per the terms of their duel, if the stocky creature couldn't provide the correct response to his quote, he would lose the game. And with it, his life.
The seconds ticked by, as Summer's eldest servant wondered if this was the end.
But then Gruff's ears twitched, and he understood. His smile returned.
Rather than replying with words, his staff rose and fell, striking the alien ground with the sound of a thundering spring storm.
And with it, a column of flame erupted into thin air a few dozen yards away, enveloped the creature that had attempted to sneak up on them as they dueled. Dracula's creature howled as the flames consumed her.
When her howls finally faded, and her form crumbled to ash, Eldest Fetch gave a respectful bow to Eldest Gruff. The champion of Summer did the same, and then Winter's champion blurred again, assuming a new form.
And so they continued, until the day ended.
Not quite what I had in mind, but I like it!
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 25, 2018, 05:24:00 PM »Well a professional writer would have a long drawn out fight scene... Me not so much.
Mavra lets out a hiss and crosses the grass with incredible speed, Ortega has barely enough time to cast a spell that Mavra evades quickly. She strikes Ortega across the face with her clawed fingers ripping the once beautiful face apart. Ortega in a flash loses her human form and replaces it with her greasy, black, vampire form and screams at Mavra. The two leap at one another and in a flash of claws, and teeth Mavra tears into the belly of Ortega. Blood is splattered, and entrails fall to the ground. Mavra stands above Ortega with gore dripping from her smiling mouth. Ortega is still alive, but just barely. Mavra says "Take your time to die, I want to relish this".
Doesn't have to be drawn out if you don't think the fight would be.
Very nice. It captures everything you said about Mavra's strengths and how you said they overcome Ortega's.
Anyone else for an Ortega vs Mavra fight, or shall we move on to another pair? Summer Knight Fix vs Vittorio Malvora? Eldest Fetch vs Eldest Gruff?
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 25, 2018, 05:11:40 PM »Mavra wins hands down. The Vampire courts by threat from pure power are Black Court, Red Court, White Court. However since the White Court is the last standing it goes to show that cunning may trump pure power.
Without a Black Court weakness to use, Mavra's speed, and power are very very high. We've only seen a glimpse of what she can do however in one scene she was standing in one spot, and faster than human vision could detect she'd moved to another. Also Jim said that only the smartest of the Black Court are still alive which means she's very smart. She's survived a very dangerous Supernatural world without support while Ortega can make no such claim, she's existed with the support of a very powerful, and united Red Court. That's a big factor right there. Mavra has proven to be a survivor in a world where her species is nearly extinct while Ortega by comparison has lived a pampered life.
All very good points. So how do you envision the fight playing out?
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 25, 2018, 04:39:38 PM »I may have gotten carried away. Just a bit
Not at all. That is exactly what I was hoping to see on this thread. Eager to see more!
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DF Spoilers / Re: The Dresden Files Death Battle Arena
« on: May 25, 2018, 03:19:55 PM »Haughty Red Princess or not, a Blamp is nothing to scoff at, here's how I think it would play out:
Round 1 .... FIGHT!
Arianna immediately sets fire to the whole arena between her and Mavra, Mavra throws a bolt of black lightning that goes wide of the mark because of the distorted vision, meanwhile, Arianna whips up wind in a cyclone of air, directed more or less towards Mavra, Mavra's second spell, a firebolt, hit Arianna in the side, searing through her flesh mask and causing her immense pain. Mavra immediately draws her sword and starts to rush towards Arianna, but the cyclone of air is fanning the flames and turning them into a blazing inferno, causing her to hesitate. Arianna takes advantage of the time by pulling up a veil, and retreating from the arena to play a 2 hour hide and seek. Mavra attempts to pursue, catching a clue here and there but ultimately fails in finding Arianna in time, and with 20 minutes to go to sunrise, she decides to make herself a hideout to survive the sunlight, and the no doubt searching Arianna. She finds a clearing, layers it with illusions and digs a deep hole, using a spell to bury herself without a trace. A further proximity trigger will wake her up if Arianna stumbles into the clearing, with a couple of nastier traps set in.
At Sunrise, Arianna drops her veil, and takes time to heal herself and restore the damaged portions of the flesh mask. She starts to seek out Mavra, but realizes it won't be as easy as that, and she expects a few traps.
Mavra wakes up at sunset, no traps or alarms were triggered, and so she goes in search of Arianna, after a few hours, she finds Arianna in an area not far off of the original clearing. They sight each other almost at the same time, and Arianna starts raining firebolts at Mavra, Mavra negates them, taking a couple of hits and shrugging them off as she closed with impossible speed on Arianna, eager to put the upstart sorceress in her place.
50 feet from Arianna, she accidentaly triggers a trap, opening a portal into the NN. She tries to stop, but momentum carries her through to the NN, and into the middle of the Almightyish army, who destroy her as she attempts to escape.
Analysis:
Arianna did not spend the day searching for Mavra, she picked a decent spot with a 360 view, and positioned herself well, littering the area with hidden portals to the NN, and conserved her strength, waiting for Mavra to find her.
Cool. When is this being released in theaters?