A slightly weird TGOD

[Ace Pace]

An orc climbs rapidly to the top of a cliff, stands up and gazes on the land around him. He unfurls a gigantic double headed war axe which he holds in his hand like a toy and bellows," I am Ace Pace, conquoror of craggy cliffs and muddy whorehouses, I challenge all contenders to a fight over this cliff!"

Ace stops and breaths in, then resumes speaking "This will be a clean fight, I have issued a no 'deus ex machina' field here, as well as magic inhibitors, this will be a physical engagment only."

With this, he breaths in again and issues a war cry.


GM note: No magic obviously, no wonder weapons, or I WILL split posts

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

An orc climbs rapidly to the top of a cliff, stands up and gazes on the land around him. He unfurls a gigantic double headed war axe which he holds in his hand like a toy and bellows," I am Ace Pace, conquoror of craggy cliffs and muddy whorehouses, I challenge all contenders to a fight over this cliff!"

Ace stops and breaths in, then resumes speaking "This will be a clean fight, I have issued a no 'deus ex machina' field here, as well as magic inhibitors, this will be a physical engagment only."

With this, he breaths in again and issues a war cry.


GM note: No magic obviously, no wonder weapons, or I WILL split posts

Several yards from the fleet, a silver dragon lands. The rider dismounts and speaks, "it's alright, Hematite. You can leave me here. I believe the contest allows no dragons." The dragon roars and lifts off, leaving the rider standing on the ground.

If one takes a closer look, it would be clear that the rider is the Roman Dragonknight named Sir Kreshna Iceheart. The knight is known for his close affinity to the elemental plane of cold, but the source of his power is still unknown. It is rumored that his power is actually the result of a curse, it is also said that Sir Kreshna is gradually turning into an ice elemental himself. Still, none can explain the freezing aura the knight constantly radiates. His sidearm --the ice-crystal sword Frostblade-- has various magical abilities of its own, but it seems those abilities must be disabled during this contest.

"So what's the plan, Master?"

The knight replies to his sword, "well, you heard the rules; no instant freeze, no Icestorm spell, and not even cold-based attack."

"Easier to be said than done." Frostblade mumbles.

"Is it really hard for you to be a normal sword just for once?"

"Heh. Looks who's talking."

"Oh no. You're not going to bring me to the discussion again. Besides, I am a normal human."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Alright, just shut up now. Swords do not talk."

Frostblade chuckles slightly while the knight stares at the top of the cliffs. An Orc, the knight thinks. So he is the one who arranges this whole contest, but where's the other contestants?