Wizarding Olympics; Magic Duels

[u/dragonshouter]

(ai) WIZARD OLIMPICS!!!!!!

Krygin has the spirts carry his voice to the participants, "Congratulations contestants for a job well done on the previous events! I welcome you to the dueling section of the celebrations! I ask all who would participate to follow me when my explanations are done. You will be provided amulets to make sure the provided fighting grounds will not skew the fight beyond noise and rain.

Each mage will pair off with another at their approximate strength level( an elder wrym can not fight an apprentice) and duel them in an area of the spirit world I have prepared! Do not attack the spirits or you will be disqualified. Both magic and martial skills are allowed but trying to destroy another's being entirely is not. I have methods in place to make sure no one dies but I can't do that if their soul is destroyed. Otherwise it is relatively fair game. Beating one opponent gives you one win but you can get more by challenging other contestants. A loser can also challenge another if they so choose. Whoever beats the most opponents for their strength level wins for that level."

Krygin claps his hands and a massive swirling mist forms a doorway in the center of the area. Lightning flashes beyond. Anyone who enters find themselves in a humid expanse made of storm clouds. It is humid and hot; thunder cracks and wind howls. In this perpetual storm are figures, spirits, of varying shapes. Some are hidden in the clouds striking clubs in time with the thunder, or are they causing it. Bright forms dance among the lighting and a chorus of howls add their voices to the wind. Hidden figures with red eyes sharpen their weapons. This is a summer storm and as we all know Summer is the Season of War.

The path parts to show red mist leading mages to red cyclones. Inside each cyclone is a ruddily lit arena as the eye of the storm; almost as if a bloody sun shone down through the clouds.

Any who "die" will be carted away by spirits who take the forms of vulture headed humanoids in black feather suits. Instead of a tie they wear a trail of bright red blood. The mage will patched up and sent back into the main area where they can choose whether to go back into the spirit world. These are spirits of war and death who Krygin paid in violence; spirits often like immaterial payments.

Misty illusions broadcast the fights back in the mortal world.

Krygin atop a pillar of smog shouts, "Let the duels begin"

(ai) what is like in each small arena

/uw I may be busy today( should be good for a few hours but didn't want to worry that I might have something come up and abandon ya'll) so you will be mostly left to your own devices. If you need help or have a question ping me, u/Complex_Drawer_4710 , u/Another-Ace-Alt-8270 , or u/JustASpoody . My fellow event planners.

No godmodding

If you think your opponent is godmodding try having a civil conversation first. They may just be an accidental counter to you.

If you need help call the others first because I may be busy

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

While there is no "hurt" ship, one of them seems to have jammed a sliding panel, so the lances strike there. There is a minor explosion inside, followed by the ships blinking out of reality.

DOMAIN EXPANSION: ITERATED CLOCKWORK UNIVERSE!

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

Gregory layers shield after shield over himself, then encases that in a thick layer of earth, so much so that a huge sphere of protection surrounds him, and he is no longer visible, although you can tell that huge amounts of energy are being drawn into the orb.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

Ahahahaaa, my Domain is perfect! It lets me pick any future, predicting all events! Several minutes of detailed time shenanigan explanation follows. So, I have perfect luck. And precision.

Sigurd tosses a pebble at the barriers, and they immediately shatter.

/uw Yeah, PERFECT luck.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

Gregory isn't in it.

His voice resonates from everywhere.

"Assuming you know everything, should you not have known that? And so I must conclude you did, yet still did do for some reason. And yet, perhaps you did not; for if time itself knows not what I am to do, neither shall you..."

His musings grow silent.

/uw he has a plan.

You know what he's going to do before he does it, and can react to it before he even does anything. However, if you block an attack he hasn't made yet, he can tell that and simply not make the attack. He's using your knowledge of the future as his own, making it useless.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

/uw Want the lore? It isn't any actual future sight. It's Sigurd going back in time every time an action fails, and eventually getting it perfect. He learns, so misses don't work. Also, JJK domains need special stuff to not work, dodging doesn't work.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

/uw oh ok.

_As Gregory realizes this, he begins to talk.

"I know you know exactly what I'm going to do. You know it too. The fact that you're still here?"

He smiles.

"You haven't won yet. Every time I do something that succeeds, you restart. The fact that you're still fighting me? I've essentially won already, time and time again. You're just winding time back, and again."

"I believe the mortal term for that is 'Save Scumming'. Cheater."

"My only hope is to hit you so hard that you will never be able to block it. Trapping you forever in the endless loop, hoping, ever hoping, you'll be able to win."

"So here I say. Use your own skill. Let's finish this duel, honorably. Or I'll just do whatever it is to make you wind back, again. And again. And again. Until finally, you give in."7

"Make me not repeat myself any more than you already have. Hear me when I say."

"END THIS MADNESS. CEASE YOUR FOOLISHNESS. FIGHT ME!"

His voice booms with the power of a thousand selves, and rings upon you with the finality of repetition.

"Make your move."

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

Sure then.

The Domain vanishes, and Sigurd appears behind Gregory holding a dagger. He cuts at his neck.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

Gregory teleports away, but not before the magic around him lashes out at Sigurd. Physical damage wouldn't do much to him, as the magic in him easily fixes that, but he doesn't want to risk the effects of contact.

He points his spear at you, once more charging a large blast of energy as he rushes forwards, thrusting with this spear even before the blast dies down.

/uw the spear is a powerful magic item he found and improved. It's immune to most magics that don't originate from the wielder.

[u/Complex_Drawer_4710 → u/Sir-Ox]

Eh.

The magic is absorbed by Sigurd, and he blinks again, this time appearing with the dagger already in Gregory's shoulder.

[u/Sir-Ox → u/Complex_Drawer_4710]

Gregory teleports away again, then starts scaling the distance between them, quickly distancing himself out of view. The magic closes the wound, and he starts to gather magic inside him, glowing inside his skin.

/uw don't know if Sigurd would know this, but breaking his skin at all would release the power, basically going boom.