You have gathered in front of the infinitely gigantic ebony doors of the underworld. Ominous silence, occasionally interrupted by unearthly screams of terror and agony, fills your bones and strikes your hearts. This is the place where you, gladiators abducted from all over Ancardia, have been called to compete for the amusement of the new overlord, whose insignia are engraved in a gigantic disc of steel nailed to the ebony wood: A gigantic peanut.
One of you feebily knocks on the gargantuan portal. The echoing sounds seem to vanish into the eldritch depths, unheeded by the powers that hold this place in sway.
Nothing happens. You are tired, and resigned to your inevitable fate; why is the tournament delayed? Is it to make you suffer more? Is it to keep you on edge, until your mind is consumed by the darkness and you desire only the blood of your rivals?
Suddenly a small shape appears from below - a grey stone trapdoor is embedded in the ground, and a wicked-looking green dog-like face bares its rotten teeth at you.
"Welcome to the Arena! I see you have appeared rather early. Looking for something to pass the time?"
You are puzzled by the cheerfulness of the ugly little wretch in front of you, which has now come out of its hole. It is wearing a dirty brown robe and a little pointy hat.
"Allow me to introduce myself - I am the kobold shaman Silfir. You are probably not aware of this", the tiny creature speaks, "but there is an Arena league for every element. And as fortune may be, the element I am in control of has up to yet eluded classification as any of the major elements. My element is called the Kobold Shaman Energy Bolt, and I am the master of the League of the Kobold Shaman Energy Bolt!"
You can only stare, which does not seem to satisfy the kobold shaman sufficiently, as its grin of triumph quickly changes to one of fierce fury.
"FEEL MY WRATH!", Silfir the kobold shaman exclaims, and tiny bolts strike from the fingers aimed at you. They tingle slightly.
Silfir seems to calm down, perhaps slightly embarassed by the lack of the response he had hoped for. "All right, all right, my league is a joke. Last year I made an application for a qualification spot for the League of Mana... They took my hat and buried it in a pile of hell hound shit. Took me weeks to dig it out, and I never quite got out the stains. But y'see, there won't be anything entering these doors for quite some time..."
"How about this: You come fight in my league so I can sell some tickets to feed my seven grandchildren, y'know, just for some training before your big fight?"
This is an opportunity for all the players who have already signed up or want to try out to get a feel of what the Weakest Link is like! Rather than an official Weakest Link league, this one is open to everyone, anytime. Just post a message that you want in and you'll be put in the list!
The game will start later, when I have the time to prepare the random character to be played. Also it would be nice to have some players in the list
Playing order (current player in bold letters):
JellySlayer
_Ln_
Panda_Lord
evariste
Epythic
nathrakh
F50
mike
Maul
furious_styles
Al-Khwarizmi
Baranor
Silwyr
Al-Khwarizmi
JellySlayer
_Ln_
Panda_Lord
evariste
Epythic
nathrakh (passed on the save)
quik
Nehor
BurnedToast
F50
mike
Maul
furious_styles
Baranor
Silwyr
Al-Khwarizmi
JellySlayer
_Ln_
Panda_Lord
evariste
quik
It's started already - please look below for the characters, reports and logs! And remember - this character is open to anyone, anytime!
Should you die, you can play again at a later point if you like!
The deaths will be posted here. Since this is practice for the real deal, include at least the necessary information in your death report: ID level reached, experience gained, turn passed! (Mostly it's easiest to just copy off the *.flg whatever went into the highscore entry)
Code:
105183 furious_styles, reached ID:33, 220626 exp
Griefed by a lich.
106596 Silwyr, reached ID:32, 217488 exp
Torched in the darkness by a greater daemon.
78879 Nehor, reached ID:29, 148885 exp
Presumably burnt to a crisp by a greater daemon.
74208 BurnedToast, reached ID:29, 146849 exp
Sucked dry by a very resistant vampire.
64858 Panda_Lord, reached ID:24, 115593 exp
Chilled to death by a shadow wyrm while running away.
59689 _Ln_, reached ID:24, 109375 exp
Cut to pieces by a dwarven chaos knight and the Chaos Bros.
40283 Maul, reached ID:17, exp. unknown
Double-slapped upside the head by an ogre magus.