DUEL 2 NEWSLETTER
Date : 02/07/2020 Duedate: 02/20/2020
JURINE ARENA
DM-61 TURN-724
This Weeks Top Honors
THE DUELMASTER IS
INSTIGATOR
WARCKERS (382)
(61-4170) [16-0-0,166]
Chartered Recognition Leader Unchartered Recognition Leader
INSTIGATOR ALCOHOLIC UNCLE
WARCKERS (382) MEN OF ILL REPUTE C (451)
(61-4170) [16-0-0,166] (61-4226) [5-1-1,61]
Popularity Leader This Weeks Favorite
JUSTINE KLAS SPRINGER
MIDDLE WAY 16 (387) WARCKERS (382)
(61-4197) [15-23-1,69] (61-4268) [1-1-0,11]
THE CURRENT TOP TEAM
WARCKERS (382)
TEAMS ON THE MOVE TOP CAREER HONORS
Team Name Point Gain Chartered Team
1. WARCKERS (382) 21
2. FAVORITE SAYINGS (417) 17 WARCKERS (382)
3. HEARD ON CHATZY (453) 16 Unchartered Team
4. SEXTANS (450) 11
5. MIDDLE WAY 16 (387) 6 FAVORITE SAYINGS (417)
The Top Teams
Career Win-Loss Record W L K % Win-Loss Record Last 3 Turns W L K
1/ 2*FAVORITE SAYINGS (417) 10 3 1 76.9 1/ 1 WARCKERS (382) 10 3 0
2/ 3 WARCKERS (382) 70 42 4 62.5 2/ 2 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387) 7 8 0
3/ 0*MEN OF ILL REPUTE (451) 16 14 1 53.3 3/ 6*FAVORITE SAYINGS (417) 3 0 0
4- 5*SUB SPECIES (452) 4 4 0 50.0 4- 4*SUB SPECIES (452) 2 1 0
5/ 0*HEARD ON CHATZY (453) 1 1 0 50.0 5- 3 DEATHRATTLE (154) 2 8 0
6/ 1*SEXTANS (450) 1 1 0 50.0 6/ 0*HEARD ON CHATZY (453) 1 1 0
7/ 6 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387) 589 612 11 49.0 7/ 0*MEN OF ILL REPUTE (451) 1 3 0
8- 7 DEATHRATTLE (154) 87 135 6 39.2 8/ 7*SEXTANS (450) 0 1 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
I can't believe the violence in JURINE! I still haven't told Mom I'm writing
Spyreports. She'd have a cow! Well, here we go... The guys at FAVORITE SAYINGS
like really pulled together to get a 2-0-0 this turn, moving up by 3. MVP award for
HANNIBAL INDIANA? MIDDLE WAY 16's proud of him after beating ALCOHOLIC UNCLE and
getting 14 points. Talk about yer major upsets! ALCOHOLIC UNCLE's match with
HANNIBAL INDIANA cost him a loss of 9 points! Don't you think the Duelmaster is
being unfair? I think INSTIGATOR should let LOUIS MAINE be Duelmaster for a while,
without fighting about it. Is the Duelmaster really being a real snob to his
teammates? Don't ask me!
So just why would someone becomes a warrior anyway? It can't be for these
really neat Spyreports can it?
Challenges, revenges, Bloodfeuds. All JURINE ever talks about is fighting! Me,
I'm more laid back. What if they had a fight and nobody showed up? I'd be out of a
job, that's what!!!
Remember, blood on a purple robe may stain. Soak it in cold water, and hand
wash. I know how much you like reading this stuff, but I really should stop. I had
a fun time, see you later-- Debby Tonte
DUELMASTER W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
INSTIGATOR 4170 16 0 0 166 WARCKERS (382)
CHALLENGER CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
FORESIGHT 4165 14 6 1 97 WARCKERS (382)
LAST DANCE 4160 12 5 1 95 WARCKERS (382)
LOUIS MAINE 3892 17 40 0 94 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387)
CHAMPIONS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-MR SMITH 4240 10 3 0 90 DEATHRATTLE (154)
HANNIBAL INDIANA 4211 13 9 1 75 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387)
EVAN GOUDGE 4198 17 19 0 73 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387)
JUSTINE KLAS 4197 15 23 1 69 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387)
CHALLENGER ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
ALCOHOLIC UNCLE 4226 5 1 1 61 MEN OF ILL REPUTE C (451)
ADEPTS W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-DESERT TORTOISE 4265 2 0 0 50 SUB SPECIES (452)
-NW ORDER 3396 5 8 0 44 DEATHRATTLE (154)
DO OR DIE 3797 2 1 0 44 FAVORITE SAYINGS (417)
ANGRY MOB 3978 3 0 1 36 FAVORITE SAYINGS (417)
CHALLENGER INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-STOIC 2695 7 9 1 31 DEATHRATTLE (154)
INITIATES W L K POINTS TEAM NAME
-BRIDE OF SMITH 4251 5 5 0 20 DEATHRATTLE (154)
BUBBA KHAN 4223 3 1 0 20 MEN OF ILL REPUTE C (451)
ALPHA SEXTANTIS 4218 1 1 0 20 SEXTANS (450)
DIRK HOOLIGAN 4255 2 0 0 19 MEN OF ILL REPUTE C (451)
ZEUS BERTRAM 4279 2 0 0 17 MIDDLE WAY 16 (387)
-SPOTTED OWL 4261 1 1 0 14 SUB SPECIES (452)
OPERA IS GREAT 4276 1 0 0 13 HEARD ON CHATZY (453)
SPRINGER 4268 1 1 0 11 WARCKERS (382)
-ESCARGOT 4263 1 1 0 7 SUB SPECIES (452)
-JUVENYX 4266 0 5 0 5 DEATHRATTLE (154)
YOU BOT 8000 PUTS 4274 0 1 0 3 HEARD ON CHATZY (453)
'-' denotes a warrior who did not fight this turn.
THE DEAD W L K TEAM NAME SLAIN BY TURN Revenge?
DA1 4280 0 1 0 MEN OF ILL REPUT 451 DARK CHAMPION 724 NONE
GRITTY 4244 3 4 0 WARCKERS 382 SPYMASTER 724 NONE
PERSONAL ADS
Mr Smith -- Good fight (defined as one I won). -- Louis Maine
P.S. I'm puzzled by my weapons in hand, but since I won, no change. Someone must've
mistook me for a total parry. Weird.
Instigator -- You started that! -- Evan Goudge
Last Dance -- Good footwork. -- Justine Klas
NW Order -- Old world response. Nothing so flat as an elephant's footprint. --
Hannibal Indiana
Beggars. Fools and layabouts. -- Zeus Bertram
LAST WEEK'S FIGHTS
GRITTY was butchered by SPYMASTER in a 1 minute Dark Arena fight.
DA1 was butchered by DARK CHAMPION in a 1 minute brutal Dark Arena duel.
INSTIGATOR handily defeated LOUIS MAINE in a 2 minute gruesome one-sided Title match.
FORESIGHT devastated EVAN GOUDGE in a 1 minute one-sided contest.
LAST DANCE overpowered JUSTINE KLAS in a crowd pleasing 1 minute mismatched match.
ALCOHOLIC UNCLE slimly lost to HANNIBAL INDIANA in a 2 minute fight.
BUBBA KHAN was devastated by DO OR DIE in a 1 minute mismatched match.
ANGRY MOB handily defeated ALPHA SEXTANTIS in a 1 minute uneven fight.
DIRK HOOLIGAN won victory over SPRINGER in a action packed 4 minute duel.
ZEUS BERTRAM won victory over YOU BOT 8000 PUTS in a 3 minute beginner's fight.
OPERA IS GREAT vanquished CONVICTED THIEF in a 1 minute one-sided fight.
BATTLE REPORT
MOST POPULAR RECORD DURING THE LAST 10 TURNS
|FIGHTING STYLE FIGHTS FIGHTING STYLE W - L - K PERCENT|
|STRIKING ATTACK 8 WALL OF STEEL 2 - 0 - 0 100 |
|LUNGING ATTACK 4 AIMED BLOW 12 - 3 - 0 80 |
|AIMED BLOW 2 BASHING ATTACK 9 - 5 - 0 64 |
|BASHING ATTACK 2 TOTAL PARRY 12 - 8 - 1 60 |
|SLASHING ATTACK 1 LUNGING ATTACK 9 - 8 - 0 53 |
|TOTAL PARRY 1 STRIKING ATTACK 29 - 36 - 2 45 |
|WALL OF STEEL 1 PARRY-LUNGE 4 - 5 - 0 44 |
|PARRY-LUNGE 0 SLASHING ATTACK 5 - 7 - 0 42 |
|PARRY-STRIKE 0 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 - 0 0 |
|PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 1 - 0 0 |
Turn 724 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:
SLASHING ATTACK 1 - 0 STRIKING ATTACK 2 - 6 6 STRIKING ATTACK
TOTAL PARRY 1 - 0 PARRY-LUNGE 0 - 0 2 LUNGING ATTACK
WALL OF STEEL 1 - 0 PARRY-STRIKE 0 - 0 1 SLASHING ATTACK
AIMED BLOW 1 - 1 PARRY-RIPOSTE 0 - 0 1 BASHING ATTACK
LUNGING ATTACK 2 - 2 1 TOTAL PARRY
BASHING ATTACK 1 - 1
TOP WARRIOR OF EACH STYLE
FIGHTING STYLE WARRIOR W L K PNTS TEAM NAME
STRIKING ATTACK INSTIGATOR 4170 16 0 0 166 WARCKERS (382)
SLASHING ATTACK FORESIGHT 4165 14 6 1 97 WARCKERS (382)
LUNGING ATTACK LAST DANCE 4160 12 5 1 95 WARCKERS (382)
BASHING ATTACK ANGRY MOB 3978 3 0 1 36 FAVORITE SAYINGS (417)
Note: Warriors have a winning record and are an Adept or Above.
The overall popularity leader is JUSTINE KLAS 4197. The most popular warrior this
turn was SPRINGER 4268. The ten other most popular fighters were INSTIGATOR 4170,
YOU BOT 8000 PUTS 4274, LAST DANCE 4160, HANNIBAL INDIANA 4211, DO OR DIE 3797,
FORESIGHT 4165, ALCOHOLIC UNCLE 4226, ANGRY MOB 3978, ZEUS BERTRAM 4279, and DA1
4280.
The least popular fighter this week was ALPHA SEXTANTIS 4218. The other ten least
popular fighters were BUBBA KHAN 4223, EVAN GOUDGE 4198, GRITTY 4244, OPERA IS GREAT
4276, DIRK HOOLIGAN 4255, JUSTINE KLAS 4197, LOUIS MAINE 3892, DA1 4280, ZEUS BERTRAM
4279, and ANGRY MOB 3978.