DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER
Date : 02/07/2020 Duedate: 02/20/2020
ARADI ARENA
DM-60 TURN-743
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
JAWS
RED DOG GANG (476)
(60-9078) [22-23-0,107]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
JAWS POSITION IS EMPTY
RED DOG GANG (476)
(60-9078) [22-23-0,107]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
JAWS HACK-N-SLASH
RED DOG GANG (476) THE ELITE (677)
(60-9078) [22-23-0,107] (60-9189) [2-3-0,12]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
RED DOG GANG (476)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. RED DOG GANG (476) 62
2. UNNAMEABLES (91) -18 UNNAMEABLES (91)
3. THE ELITE (677) -24 Unchartered Team
(-1)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 1 UNNAMEABLES (91) 397 322 18 55.2 1/ 1 RED DOG GANG (476) 11 4 1
2/ 2 RED DOG GANG (476) 824 %1128 25 42.2 2/ 2 THE ELITE (677) 4 11 0
3/ 3 THE ELITE (677) 113 163 12 40.9 3/ 3 UNNAMEABLES (91) 1 2 0
'*' Unchartered team '-' Team did not fight this turn
(###) Avoid teams by their Team Id ##/## This turn's/Last turn's rank
TEAM SPOTLIGHT
Dark Stoicism
The giant sword cut a furrow into the dirt. The night's light reflected from a few
patches on its slowly rusting blade, which rose out through an upturned mouth. The
ricasso head stretched past a crossguard of outstretched hands. The stylized fighter
handle stood on a pommel skull. Two beefy hands grasped the figure's body. The sword
was massive, like the warrior holding it, called Stoic. The sword was sleek and
battle-worn, the warrior was bloated and uncertain. Towering though he was, even under
plates of armor, fat rolls peeked out. One might wonder if the cook decided to go to
war while the soldiers stayed in the kitchen.
Stoic looked back. His manager, memory, had been there just a moment ago, but the tree
line had misted over, obscuring the entrance. He shrugged under the weight of the
armor and looked through his helmet. The moonlight was bright on a clearing in the
forest. All was deadly quiet, night mist roiling. His sollrets clunking through patchy
grass occasionally broke the silence. It would be serene, but he could feel eyes
everywhere and the promise of death. This was not a quiet forest and certainly not the
boisterous and sandy arena he normally fought in. This was the Dark Arena, final
resting spot of the failed gladiator.
* * *
"I can do better. I can! Please!" Stoic pleaded but memory was unmoved. "My decision
is final. You don't have the desire to live a life of war. You have not grown into the
gladiator name I gave you." Stoic was on his knees, begging, searching memory's
unseeing eyes for hope. Memory's mouth tightened as he let out an almost imperceptible
sigh. He pulled the hood of his tight black cloak over his head, turned, and drifted
away.
"Wyvern, please. Surely you can save me?" The trainer put a hand on his shoulder. With
Stoic on his knees, he and the diminutive trainer were eye to eye. An immortal warrior
with many years and many deaths behind her, she did not harbor his fear of the
unknown. "Today's fight is over. Tomorrow we will train for the next." She locked eyes
with him, passing on some of her inner resolve. "Come," she bade, as she led him from
the infirmary back to their training hall.
* * *
A biting pain seared through an exposed flap of skin on his stomach. His mind had
wandered away from the fight. His opponent, a Dark Arena champion, had entered
silently. An elf stood before him, two feet shorter, but standing tall and towering
above Stoic by confidence and bearing if not physical height. He might have been a
glimmering angel, moonbeams dancing on exquisite silver mail. The elf brought his
needle-thin sword up, hilt to face, blade skyward, in honorable warrior salute. He was
sure he had won, and everyone knew it. He had time to honor the walking dead.
* * *
Old Wyvern snaked a short spear under his guard, stopping just short of cutting. She
always used her deadly spear, even in training, such was her skill and control. He had
a greatsword, blunted for training, but massive. "I can barely move it. How can I
train or fight if it's too heavy?" He felt a familiar and painful whack from the blunt
end of Wyvern's spear. "Don't blame the sword. Desire victory and the sword will
move." She struck again and he moved to the side, not moving the sword so much as
standing it in the path of the attack. The parry was unorthodox but successful.
"That'll do. Now strike!"
* * *
Stoic tried to recall his training as the fight continued. It wasn't working. He was
bleeding profusely. He fell back on his reserves of strength and willpower. Slash,
cut, smash... the elf was striking every weak spot in his armor, inflicting damage at
will. Circle, stab, circle, slash, circle, cut. Stoic had been on the ground twice
before struggling to his feet, stumbling and throwing up defenses with little success.
He felt frustrated and clumsy but kept defending. Maybe the attacks were coming more
slowly...
* * *
The arena crowd was restless, only moderately attentive to the morning's rookie
warriors. The sand worked its way between his toes. He was just a boy. His parents did
not love their son so much as an arena bounty. Stoic was scared and slow and the man
in front of him wished him harm. And harm he did. Stoic cowered behind his shield,
without even a weapon. "It's better this way. Rely on your hands. I want to see what
you can do," memory had said. Stoic was bruised and bleeding. His opponent was more
tired than injured, exhausted, really. Under a slowly diminishing rain of blows, Stoic
heard calls from his teammates. "Now strike!" They were yelling frantically. He peered
over his shield to see his opponent, sweating, breathing heavily, grip loosening on
his sword. The attacking gladiator overextended above his head, ready to deliver
another hacking, unopposed blow. Stoic roared upward to his full height, at the same
time sending his shield through the surprised gladiator's face. Blood spattered, he
flipped once and landed face down with a thud, sword flying end over end to land ten
feet away. The crowd gasped for a moment then roared. His team roared. He looked to
see memory, gazing forward blindly as always, but clearly smiling at him.
* * *
Back in the night mist, he was tired and hurt. After a long fight, minutes under this
barrage. It must happen soon. Stoic knew he would die. But he wasn't dead yet. He saw
the elf circling, waiting for another attack. He saw the moonlight and the trees. He
felt the watching eyes. He felt memory and old Wyvern and his team. He knew they could
see. He felt his opponents and all the gladiators in him for this moment. He felt his
parents, who only saw in him a mouth to feed. He saw the high elf, still glistening,
now with sweat -- still looking down on Stoic -- looking down not with haughty
indignation as before, but the desperation of a man trying to chop down a stone tower
and just realizing his error. Stoic saw not confidence but desperation. For the first
time, resignation gave way to fury. "Strike Now," he heard in his mind.
The elf leapt forward, blade flashing. Stoic spun to his right, pulling the massive
blade in his wake. The elf and his blade shot through the spot Stoic had been, then
turned back in disbelief at the unexpected life in his easy quarry. "Strike Now,"
Stoic thought, as he continued his spin, continued his fury, pulling the blade full
circle, letting out a roar that called all the judging eyes to witness.
The blade felt warm in his hand. He struggled to catch his breath. The arc of the
blade had pulled him another half circle away from his opponent. He looked back at the
elf, ready for the next attack. The elf's body stood, head lying on its shoulder, neck
detached entirely where the blade had hewn through. The head's eyes were still open,
judging differently now, askew. Immortal these Dark Arena champions were, and
immortality makes death an odd thing. Stoic fell to his knees, sobbing. The fight was
over. And it might never end.
-- memory
SPY REPORT
Well, what are you looking at, ARADI? Ain't you never seen Snide Clemens
before? Ah, shaddup and listen to my news. Of course, we're all terribly impressed
to see WOOFER win a fight and gain 22 points, terribly. Tsk, tsk, WOOFER beat
SMOKING GRETCHEN and SMOKING GRETCHEN lost 16 points. You're breakin' my heart. And
it's out with the old, in with the new, as JAWS takes the Title and last week's bar
tab from the old Duelmaster. Heh, heh. The Victory Tavern, humph! I've tasted
better ale at mortuaries. Where do they get this stuff? From ARADI's trash dumps?
My mother always told me, 'If you don't have anything nice to say, start
talking.' I loved that woman.
Some people like volunteer work in the hospitals. I volunteer for ARADI's
morgue. More variety. We're all going to die in the end, so why worry if the fate
catches up with you sooner that later?
I was about to buy a new quill pen the other day, but some fighter took it for
an epee. Forgive me for writing with a dagger. Phlllt! Just had to do that before
I leave the fine city of ARADI. I feel much better now. I see the crowds are
getting restless, I must leave now-- Snide Clemens
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
JAWS 9078 22 23 0 107 RED DOG GANG (476)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
HUSH PUPPY 9291 13 7 1 83 UNNAMEABLES (91)
SPUD 9269 18 16 1 72 RED DOG GANG (476)
HUNTER 9304 10 9 1 69 RED DOG GANG (476)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-WHALE MEAT 9270 4 0 1 57 UNNAMEABLES (91)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
WOOFER 9308 8 6 0 54 RED DOG GANG (476)
MS. VIKTORIA 9143 9 15 1 48 THE ELITE (677)
LIL' DEAD DUDE 9140 10 14 2 46 THE ELITE (677)
SMOKING GRETCHEN 9126 5 24 0 39 THE ELITE (677)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-HIEROGLYPH 9303 2 0 0 24 UNNAMEABLES (91)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
MASTIFF 9322 2 1 0 21 RED DOG GANG (476)
PISSED OFF ZOMBIE 9323 1 1 0 15 THE ELITE (677)
HACK-N-SLASH 9189 2 3 0 12 THE ELITE (677)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
REPTILE 9173 6 7 0 THE ELITE 677 HUNTER 9304 741
PERSONAL ADS
Lil' Dead Dude -- Why wear armor when you're already dead. -- Hunter
Hush Puppy -- Well, you hushed ME this time. Well done. -- Jaws
Ms. Viktoria -- You again. -- Spud
Smoking Gretchen -- I will. The smell of smoke that follows you around is unpleasing.
-- Woofer
Pissed Off Zombie -- You're dead, right? That's why I buried you in the sand. --
Mastiff
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
HUSH PUPPY was devastated by JAWS in a 1 minute mismatched Title fight.
SPUD was viciously subdued by KHALHUMS DWARF in a 5 minute brutal expert's battle.
HUNTER overpowered MS. VIKTORIA in a 1 minute mismatched duel.
SMOKING GRETCHEN was devastated by WOOFER in a 1 minute one-sided fight.
LIL' DEAD DUDE was demolished by RUTHLESS JAYWALKER in a 1 minute competition.
HACK-N-SLASH was bested by MASTIFF in a crowd pleasing 1 minute amateur's match.
PISSED OFF ZOMBIE overpowered PERSISTENT BEGGAR in a 4 minute uneven melee.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|AIMED BLOW 3 PARRY-RIPOSTE 2 - 1 - 0 67 |
|LUNGING ATTACK 2 WALL OF STEEL 2 - 1 - 0 67 |
|STRIKING ATTACK 2 TOTAL PARRY 7 - 4 - 0 64 |
|WALL OF STEEL 1 LUNGING ATTACK 14 - 9 - 0 61 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 1 STRIKING ATTACK 18 - 13 - 1 58 |
|BASHING ATTACK 1 SLASHING ATTACK 2 - 3 - 0 40 |
|TOTAL PARRY 1 AIMED BLOW 11 - 19 - 0 37 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 0 BASHING ATTACK 1 - 9 - 0 10 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 0 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 - 0 0 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 - 0 0 |
Turn 743 was great if you Not so great if you used The fighting styles of the
used the fighting styles: the fighting styles: top eleven warriors are:
LUNGING ATTACK 2 - 0 AIMED BLOW 1 - 2 3 LUNGING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 1 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 3 STRIKING ATTACK
STRIKING ATTACK 1 - 1 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 2 AIMED BLOW
PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 0 1 TOTAL PARRY
SLASHING ATTACK 0 - 1 1 BASHING ATTACK
BASHING ATTACK 0 - 1 1 WALL OF STEEL
TOTAL PARRY 0 - 1
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
AIMED BLOW HUSH PUPPY 9291 13 7 1 83 UNNAMEABLES (91)
TOTAL PARRY SPUD 9269 18 16 1 72 RED DOG GANG (476)
STRIKING ATTACK HUNTER 9304 10 9 1 69 RED DOG GANG (476)
LUNGING ATTACK WOOFER 9308 8 6 0 54 RED DOG GANG (476)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is JAWS 9078. The most popular warrior this turn was
HACK-N-SLASH 9189. The ten other most popular fighters were JAWS 9078, HUNTER 9304,
MASTIFF 9322, WOOFER 9308, LIL' DEAD DUDE 9140, HUSH PUPPY 9291, SPUD 9269, MS.
VIKTORIA 9143, SMOKING GRETCHEN 9126, and PISSED OFF ZOMBIE 9323.
The least popular fighter this week was PISSED OFF ZOMBIE 9323. The other ten least
popular fighters were SMOKING GRETCHEN 9126, MS. VIKTORIA 9143, SPUD 9269, HUSH PUPPY
9291, LIL' DEAD DUDE 9140, WOOFER 9308, MASTIFF 9322, HUNTER 9304, JAWS 9078, and
HACK-N-SLASH 9189.
The following warriors will travel to AD after next turn:
JAWS (60-9078) RED DOG GANG (476)