deep substrate foliated kalkite QF77: (S)Andor(son) Elimination

[Kasimir he/him]

Drake's asking for a vote on duel or coinflip.

Since this is SE:

Duel

[TwinStorm He/Him]

DUEL

[Kasimir he/him]

Edited to add:

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

in lieu of a coin flip, I think its me and TOW

Drake said if TOW/you doesn't want it and the duel wins out, we can nominate someone to champion our teams. I'd recommend Newt for us. She should enjoy it and her defecting to join my vote won us this championship world title match.

Edited October 30, 2025 by Kasimir

[TwinStorm He/Him]

too bad

this is my fight

this is my burden

this is my victory

[Kasimir he/him]

Take it up with your team, that's your problem, not ours

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

DUEL

12 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

too bad

this is my fight

this is my burden

this is my victory

'tis your right

And when you slay the imperial scum, I shall be at your side

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

So if I lose, the game ends.

Did you already do the coin flip and get Storm?

[Ookla the Newt she/her]

39 minutes ago, ThatOneWorldhopper said:

So if I lose, the game ends.

Alr good my instincts were right. Although I think the game ends either way atp - I can now say two more rebels given messages in the thread, force ghosts are emerging from the woodwork, etc.

But yeah

DUEL

[Furamirionind They/Any/All]

I had a dream the elim team hammered and used a ton of vote manipulation on this vote... so just to be safe:

Duel

Definitely if not TOW, Booknewt.

Ok going back to bed lol

Edit:

@ThatOneWorldhopper game technically isn't over until we know you died between you and TwinStorm. Drake is asking if we want to do a coinflip to decide or a duel. The duel has a set of rules to it to decide who dies you can find earlier in the thread.

It seems like most people want the duel(me included)... but if you don't want to do the duel you're allowed to pick a champion to fight for you

Edited October 30, 2025 by Furamirionind

[Doc12]

So it comes down to this. 

The Spymaster rubs his temples. Weeks of honeyed words in the light and desperate whispers in the dark. A duel, out in the open.

He wasn't a good person. None of them were. The budding resistance was a group of liars, killers, and traitors. And he'd gotten some of his own men killed in the dark. That was the price, wasn't it ? Stabbing blindly in the night for a sunrise he wasn't delusional enough to believe he'd even see.

It doesn't matter if they all fell. It doesn't. They had done good work. Crippled the ISB heavily. Killed two supervisors, cast doubt and confusion, undoubtedly diverting ISB attention from the hundred tiny insurrections going on every day in their sectors. His team had done good work, even if all of them fell today. 

And still, to have come to this... It felt bitter. It felt almost felt like they had already lost, even if Kuplack won. This was too exposed, too bright, this wasn't how matters were supposed to be settled. He'd expected a blaze of glory or slow attrition, not a karking duel. 

Lightsabers. He would laugh if he wasn't so tired. The bright, blazing symbols of the Jedi. They didn't deserve karking lightsabers, the formal dance of a duel. What this occasion deserved was the hard, desperate grapple in the mud, each scrabbling for a vibroknife or a blaster in the dark. Lightsabers . 

Still. This life was all about grabbing whatever you had at your disposal and throwing yourself into the gears of The Empire in the desperate hope that perhaps you, or the person after you, would be the one to bring those tears to a grind. Whatever was necessary. Whatever tools were available. 

He nods steadily to Kuplack. For the Rebellion. 

He sat back. He was so tired. First, some caf. Then, after the duel, there's a vibroknife in his pocket whispering his name if Kuplack lost. Perhaps even if he won.

For the Rebellion that will never know our names. 

For the Rebellion spread across the stars. 

For the Rebellion against everything that would reduce men like us to this.

For the Rebellion.

.

.

.

For the Rebellion. 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

The first alarm went off as CL (yes, I’m not gonna keep calling him Coming Later ) arrived at the control room. The bombs were in place. It had taken him a while to set them all, but he had been lucky, and the ISB had taken a while to detect his misdemeanor. 

They would soon find they were too late. 

CL was no hero. He had joined with the intention of staying quiet, letting the world flow around him, and rise. But that hadn’t worked out. So he had ended up here. 

CL tried to keep his breathing calm as he slid his key card into the door’s scanner. It hesitated a second, then blinked green. Thank goodness. They hadn’t locked him out of the system yet. The doors slid open, revealing a panel of desperate officers trying to find the cause of the chaos. One young man in a black suit and tight helmet turned to look at him, sweat dribbling down his cheek. He didn’t have time to react before a bullet was buried in his head, and his helmet stained with red. One. 

CL had defected long before Cal found him – the manifesto had done it. But he had never done anything. He had only waited, until the deaths began and the first messages came. CL wasn’t the original Friendly Neighborhood ISB Traitor. But he had adopted that role, sending the next message and, at last, being found by Axis. It had all happened so quickly. Two days, and he was a rebel. Now he didn’t expect to last two more.

As soon as the shot rang out, the room erupted into chaos. An older supervisor reached for his gun, but CL moved faster, shifting his aim with deadly precision to take him out. Two. CL flinched from the sound, but didn’t break composure, waving the gun around the room. 

“Anyone else?!” The only sound in the room was his crazed panting, and the blaring of the alarms outside. The remaining officers all stood beside their chairs, arms in the air. He didn’t like the way they looked at him, and, for a second, considered killing another. 

Then he realized they were waiting. 

“Everybody out!” Surprisingly, they all listened, streaming out of the room. As soon as the last person was gone, he shut the doors closed and ran over to the control panel to lock them. They shut with a subtle click. No one, regardless of station, would be able to open them without force now. 

Heart racing from the adrenaline, CL stumbled over to the comms and began to set them up. As he made his way, his eyes lingered for a second on the cameras of the plaza, that showed Johnny and DRN gearing up for their duel. It was a ridiculous gambit, but perhaps... perhaps that just might work. Then the first bomb went off. It had been set in the east wing, and detonated exactly ten minutes after its planting. Through the cameras, CL could see the explosion. And he could see the chaos that ensued in the courtyard.

He tore his eyes away from it. He had no time to delay. They were coming for him. They were coming... there. CL flipped the final switch, and activated the speakers in the entire complex. For a moment, he waited, heart racing. Then he took a deep breath, and began to speak. 

"I am not your friendly neighborhood ISB traitor. Because I am no longer friendly.”

The words came naturally to him. He didn’t think about what he was saying, but he believed it. Because it felt right. 

“We have waited long enough. This is our final warning. The Empire is cracking. Every day, it breaks a little further. For twenty years, it has maintained its rule, oppressing us with cages of fear and walls of injustice.”

In the west wing, the second bomb went off, and the chaos increased even further. But CL didn’t stop. 

“But we can see through the bars now, and those walls are beginning to fall. Every day, there are more of us who can see past the veil. Who have the courage to stand, and fight. Because we understand.”

In the corner of CL’s eye, motion caught his attention. Stormtroopers. They were running towards him. 

“This was never about our fear. It was about yours. The hammer of the Empire is so strong because it is fueled by a primal terror that can never be wiped away, never pushed out of view. No matter how hard you try, it will always be there. The knowledge that the day will come when your cages snap, your walls come crashing down, and nothing will save you. That one day the oppressed will rise up, and everything you have fought so hard for will turn on you. And there will be nothing that can save you.”

The third bomb went off. North Tower. 

“We Herald that day. We prepare for it, to bring it into the light. We herald our salvation, and your damnation.”

The soldiers turned a corner, and CL could hear their footsteps in the corridor over the alarm. They were setting something up... a bomb. His pace quickened, and his shirt and face were soaked. He glanced at the gun on his left, then kept talking. 

“This is our message: Fear. Fear, because we will not be stopped. We will not be silenced.”

Bang. The final bomb went off at the complex gates, separating the ISB from civilians. Chip by chip, the wall crumbled, until no barrier was left standing.

Bang. The bomb in the corridor went off, and the door blew off its hinges. CL shut his eyes, knowing the fate that awaited him but not prepared to face it. Everything inside of him raged. But his final line was calm. In an ocean of destruction, serene. 

“We are Axis, and we will make your world burn.” 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Johnny Kuplack stood alone. They knew. They all knew. Slowly, he took a step forward, glancing at the ring of watchers. Surrounding him and another man, someone he did not know.

"Duel." Came the first, a man he did not know.

"Duel." another replied, grave and silent.

"Duel." came his friend, his own Fulcrum.

"Duel." his spymaster, the man who had recruited him.

"Duel." Another voice.

"Duel."

"Duel."

Johnny went silent. The hall was silent, waiting for him.

He nodded, took a deep breath, and unhooked his lightsaber.

The blade formed, long, and bright green, in stark contrast to the dreary hallways.

[Ookla the Newt she/her]

Reka Wismil strode through the hallways of the ISB headquarters towards the east wing. CL brushed past her in the opposite direction, moving in a hurry. She didn't know what to make of that one. He was one of the two she could not decide whether they were a rebel or not. But if he was loyal, she couldn't afford to stop him if he was doing something important. Their numbers loyal to the Empire had fallen far, far too low.

She questioned the reasoning of the duel to resolve this between Worldhopper and Johnny Kuplack - and with the weapons of the Jedi, weapons reminiscent of the chaos the rebels were fighting to restore! But if they were to resolve it that way she must be ready. Both for if Worldhopper won and if for he lost. The rebels would not go quietly, no doubt one of them was planning something already. Some way to strike from the shadows. That was the rebels' way, not resolving things in the light of day.

The ISB must survive this. They were the guardians of the Empire, in a way. Removing the disease that spread through the galaxy. Preventing the rebels from destroying the order, the definiteness, that the Empire brought. Preventing the rebels from bringing a sunset to the Empire and a long night to the galaxy.

An alarm went off. Suddenly, she had a realization. CL had been moving in a hurry. And the rebels were probably planning a counterattack. She paused a moment - she had left Hammyr's drive in the east wing - before running in the other direction.

This was the first time she had ever seen anyone run, much less run herself, in the ISB headquarters. Even CL had only been walking rapidly, not sprinting. The ISB was orderly, not chaotic. Until now. 

An explosion sounded behind her, and she dove around the bend in the hallway. The building shook, dust falling from the ceiling. For some reason that stood out to her. Dust on the floor. That was the first time she had seen that in the ISB headquarters. The rebels were winning. Bringing chaos where there had been only order.

No. They could still be stopped. She stood up. Where would CL be hiding? 

The speakers came to life. "I am not your friendly neighborhood ISB traitor. Because I am no longer friendly."

Yes. It was CL. He was in the control room, it seemed. She tried to use the intercom to alert someone to his presence, but the channel was still being used.

"We have waited long enough. This is our final warning. The Empire is cracking. Every day, it breaks a little further. For twenty years, it has maintained its rule, oppressing us with cages of fear and walls of injustice."

No. The Empire will not crack, will not crumble. We cannot. The Empire will not fail!

Another explosion, from the direction of the west wing. There was no way to predict where the next one would occur. So she merely hoped it wouldn't occur near her, that she could reach CL.

"But we can see through the bars now, and those walls are beginning to fall. Every day, there are more of us who can see past the veil. Who have the courage to stand, and fight. Because we understand."

She attempted to laugh, a faint, bitter sound. It sounded odd. What courage was there in embracing chaos? All these rebels did was create confusion, fear. Yet, the words she was thinking to herself felt false.

"This was never about our fear. It was about yours. The hammer of the Empire is so strong because it is fueled by a primal terror that can never be wiped away, never pushed out of view. No matter how hard you try, it will always be there. The knowledge that the day will come when your cages snap, your walls come crashing down, and nothing will save you. That one day the oppressed will rise up, and everything you have fought so hard for will turn on you. And there will be nothing that can save you."

She realized she had stopped running towards the control room, that she was standing motionless. He was right, in a way. The ISB was formed on fear. No. She couldn't let him distract her. He was just trying to rattle all those that remained loyal, that was all.

And it was working.

Another bomb exploded, from the direction of North Tower. She forced herself to begin running again.

"We Herald that day. We prepare for it, to bring it into the light. We herald our salvation, and your damnation."

She would not let them succeed! That day would bring destruction to the galaxy, it could not come!

"This is our message: Fear. Fear, because we will not be stopped. We will not be silenced."

She tried to silence the fear rising up inside her, her emotions, even, helping the rebels. Anger. Yes, that was better. Anger with CL, with the rebels, with Kuplack, with herself.

Another explosion sounded, and it seemed to be from the gates. The fear redoubled. The gates to the ISB separated them, ensured their safety to shape the Empire. Without them... who knew that the rebels had planned. 

She had almost reached the control center. She ran up the last set of stairs, and a stormtrooper grabbed her arm, stopping her. Did he think she was a rebel? She turned angrily to him, when the last sentence echoed over the speakers.

"We are Axis, and we will make your world burn."

Another explosion, smaller, but from only around the corner. The corridor shook. The stormtrooper released her arm, then. They began walking down the hallway, towards the command center. Reka forced herself to move, to follow them. 

The control center was all rubble. She stood there, in shock.

What CL had said... Could she be wrong? She had never read that odd manifesto that had been circulating, had been worried it would rattle her loyalties. It seemed that the ideas in it had reached her anyway.

It didn't matter if she was wrong, at this point. She had chosen her side. She could not change that now. 

She would remain loyal, not defect. Even with that decision, as she walked towards the plaza, the things she had done for the ISB surfaced in her mind. The question of if she had been wrong still remained in her mind. 

[Kasimir he/him]

13 hours ago, Booknewt said:

Alr good my instincts were right. Although I think the game ends either way atp - I can now say two more rebels given messages in the thread, force ghosts are emerging from the woodwork, etc.

But yeah

DUEL

Yep. I was actually going kayana wondering why the hell people were voting on a player I found obviously Village (and had stated so repeatedly) but also was playing the game at 30% for most of it (maybe 50-60% on D5 after Fura died) so I didn't know how hard I wanted to advocate for TOW against everyone else. Hence the "uh, does anyone not notice TOW is not self-pressing?" which was pretty mild all things considered, but fortunately you defected to join me.

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

Yep. I was actually going kayana wondering why the hell people were voting on a player I found obviously Village (and had stated so repeatedly) but also was playing the game at 30% for most of it (maybe 50-60% on D5 after Fura died) so I didn't know how hard I wanted to advocate for TOW against everyone else. Hence the "uh, does anyone not notice TOW is not self-pressing?" which was pretty mild all things considered, but fortunately you defected to join me.

Kas I’ve been wondering for a while

What is kayana?

[Kasimir he/him]

2 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Kas I’ve been wondering for a while

What is kayana?

How are you a Sanderson fan  (j/k)

Spoiler

 

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

1 minute ago, Kasimir said:

How are you a Sanderson fan  (j/k)

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Bruh

That has to be the most obscure piece of Sanderson lore ever

[Kasimir he/him]

3 minutes ago, Hoid Slayer said:

Bruh

That has to be the most obscure piece of Sanderson lore ever

Only if you don't read Elantris  

E X P O S E D

(It actually also shows up in a Stormlight interlude.)

Edited October 31, 2025 by Kasimir

[Furamirionind They/Any/All]

I'll admit, I'm not the most familiar with obscure Elantris lore either. Also haven't reread in a long time... Though iirc there was a whole mini arc about finding out what these words meant...

Ninja'd

Just now, Kasimir said:

(It actually also shows up in a Stormlight interlude.)

RIP was about to say very confidently I'm more aware of obscure Stormlight lore. welp... I know obscure Star Wars lore! I'll stick to that xD

[Hoid Slayer He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Kasimir said:

Only if you don't read Elantris  

E X P O S E D

(It actually also shows up in a Stormlight interlude.)

But I HAVE read Elantris

Raoden is so underappreciated 

[Kasimir he/him]

1 minute ago, Furamirionind said:

RIP was about to say very confidently I'm more aware of obscure Stormlight lore. welp... I know obscure Star Wars lore! I'll stick to that xD

It's the line that allows people to identify one of the three men Ishikk meets at the Purelake as Gallodon, because he says kayana in it, yeah

Obscure Star Wars lore buddy!

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

lovely RP that's happening 

I had a vague thought to start the duel at typical rollover time (so in about 20 minutes) but still waiting to know where TOW stands on all this so maybe we put it off just a little longer if that's alright

that said, my schedule is pretty free tomorrow so if/when we've got 2 participants wanting to begin I'll probably just kick things off without delay

I dunno kinda playing it by ear rn!

[Through the Living Hopper He/Him]

I can start the duel right now, but it might be a while until I can post for the second round.

Dying Right Now strolled out of the crowd. "Spymaster to Supervisor. That's what this comes down to." He pressed the button on his black handle. The red blade lit up the room as it expanded.

He walked into the center of the room, and planted his lightsaber in the ground.

"I don't know how many of you are Rebels. It could be all of you. But I do know this.

"There are traitors in our midst. I don't know how many, and I don't know who. But we do not slaughter mercilessly. The Rebellion kills people simply because of the colors they wear. We are better than that! We will only kill those who work actively against the ISB. Not your friends, not your neighbors, storms help us not your spouses. 

"But you Rebels in the crowd. There is a difference between helping them and helping us. Take that step, I implore you. Because if you don't, we will not show mercy.

"The ISB always wins

"Long live the ISB"

And he slammed a second lightsaber into the ground.

Edited November 1, 2025 by ThatOneWorldhopper

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

DAY SIX

---

Korun turns the drive over in his hands. Kimrick died to get this to him. He better make it count.

The data on it can't be used to trace back the source of the security breach, or confidently identify the Rebels. Not really. But it can do something simpler than that. Even half-ruined by the Rebel's attempts to cover their tracks, the drive holds surveillance feed data collected for the whole facility. In theory, any suspicious happenings would have been recorded here. In theory, it could lead him right to the Axis network.

Easier said than done. Actually piecing together anything useful from the mangled data takes time, and he doesn't have time to comb through every bit of it, even with the rest of analysis cell on the job. The Rebels are making their play right now. They wouldn't do that unless they were close to winning.

On a hunch, he focuses on piecing together a timeline for Cal Kyte's whereabouts over the last 24 hours. Cal is listed as a medical officer in the ISB records, so he should mostly be sticking to the medical wing. It should be fairly obvious if Cal is dutifully attending to his post or off pursuing a hidden agenda.

---

"Enter," Dying Right Now says. "Try and be brief. I'm busy right now."

"Supervisor," Korun salutes, stepping into Dying Right Now's office. "I have physical evidence connecting the rebel conspiracy to Cal Kyte." He drops the drive on Dying Right Now's desk.

"Oh," Dying Right Now laughs. "Well, you're in luck. I was already busy with planning to have Cal Kyte arrested for different reasons. It just makes sense. Kimrick didn't die in a turret accident, he died after, in the medical wing getting treatment. Awfully convenient for the rebellion. Medical is obviously compromised."

Dying Right Now appraises Korun. The interrogation hadn't turned up anything incriminating, and now bringing him evidence against Cal...

"You seem reliable enough," he concedes. "You're being temporarily reassigned as one of my Attendants."

Korun was in the analysis track, if he remembers correctly, but everyone in the ISB had basic training to aim and shoot a blaster. And he needs trustworthy sorts more than he needs hardened fighters, right now.

"You're going to come with me, and we're going to bring in Cal Kyte. Then we're going to make him give up all his accomplices. The Axis network ends today."

---

"Cal Kyte," Dying Right Now says coldly. "You're outnumbered and outgunned. Come quietly and face imperial justice. Don't make this any more painful than it needs to be."

Behind him is Johnny, Reka, and Korun. Officers he can trust to get the job done. All have blasters drawn and ready to open fire, with orders to disable rather than kill. The Rebel leader only needs to still be able to speak.

"Are you sure I'm outnumbered?" Cal grins. "I have friends everywhere, you know."

"Another Rebel mind-game," Dying scoffs. "Trying to make us doubt, turn on each other, and succumb to chaos. We've had more than enough of that." He waves for the officers behind him to advance. "This is your last chance to come quietly."

"You might end me, but you can't end the rebellion," Cal retorts, drawing his blaster.

All hells break loose as a salvo of multicolored gunfire cuts through the air, blindingly brilliant in the dimly lit hallway. In just a few moments, Cal goes down, and all is still again.

Korun is dead, struck down by Cal's deadly aim.

And Cal Kyte is very dead. Most of the blaster marks cluster are around the legs, but one stray shot has hit him in the head.

"I said shoot to DISABLE!!" Dying Right Now snarls. "Kark. Now we can't get anything from him."

He paces back and forth, mind racing to salvage this situation. "...maybe this wasn't an accident," he realizes with a sinking feeling. "Maybe one of you silenced our only lead on purpose, because you're with them."

Dying Right Now glares at Reka and Johnny, who glare at each other. Dying's hand rests on his blaster.

"Both of you will be confined unt--"

Johnny interrupts by shooting at Reka and then taking off at a run down the hall, spraying shots wildly behind him as he goes.

Reka curses, touching where the blaster grazed her.

"Well, we found the rebel," Reka says drily. "I'm hurt, but I'll live. You go on ahead and deal with that," she gestures after Johnny. As for her, she would be making her way to the control room.

---

Explosions shake the ISB headquarters. A voice blasts over the intercomms.

“I am not your friendly neighborhood ISB traitor. Because I am no longer friendly.”

Storm-troopers swarm around and into the building, but the rubble blocks off most of the entrances, and soon enough there are riots in the surrounding streets slowing down their response even further. It's chaos. There are even reported sightings of ghosts, though that last one might be an exaggeration.

“This is our message: Fear. Fear, because we will not be stopped. We will not be silenced.”

“We are Axis, and we will make your world burn.” 

CL finishes, but then other voices chime in.

“Your unwitting service to the Rebel cause has been greatly appreciated!

Keep on voting out ISB agents, please!”

Johnny cackles gleefully over the intercomms, having fully dropped the mask of being a respectable ISB member.

“And for your service, a poem most certainly not written by ChatGPT for your enjoyment!

There once were some spies in the core,
Who swore they’d tolerate rebels no more.
They plotted, conspired,
Then all got “retired”—
By voting themselves out the door!

Now every good Rebel can cheer,
When an agent of ISB’s near.
For they’ll stage a “coup,”
’Gainst their own whole crew—
And vanish themselves year by year!”

Then another voice, this time Cal Kyte, speaking boldly and confidently as if returned from the dead to deliver his final verdict. It must have been recorded ahead of time.

“We're scattered. Disorganized. We hurt our own in the confusion. But we will not stop, even as we are small grains of sand thrown into the gears of the Empire. We know better than to try and persuade you through morality alone. We did not get where we are in the ISB by retaining any common morality. What we little grains of sand present is attrition. inevitability. Till that one piece of sand in the right place wears that last cog down. 

Long live the rebellion.”

The intercomms keep on blaring rebellious words for as long as they're connected. The sentiments are mixed, but all of them are united in defiance.

---

Dying Right Now makes a detour on his way to hunt down Johnny Kuplack.

He fully intends to go into this fight with an ace up his sleeve.

There was a certain lockbox intercepted by the ISB a few days ago. It's scheduled to be handed off up the chain of command soon, probably to be destroyed. It holds relics from before the empire. From a less civilized age.

Weapons.

They'll make short work of Johnny's blaster, he thinks. Using them is justified in this emergency.

He undoes the clasps, and looks at the lightsabers inside.

...Only one of them is already missing.

How is that possible?

Surely Johnny couldn't have taken it. Surely the rebels couldn't have even known about the crate.

...Right?

Dying Right Now supposes it doesn't make much difference anymore. They will fight, and only one of them will live. Figuring out what happened leading up to that point or what comes next is a luxury for the victor.

---

Vote Tally

Worldhopper (2) - Doc12, TwinStorm
TwinStorm (2) - Kas, Booknewt
Hoid Slayer (1) - Aeternum

For posterity, I'll explain that the vote is tied, and rules-as-written this means the outcome is determined by coin flip.

However, through a convergence of various unlikely circumstances, either of the possible vote outcomes will end the game. If @TwinStorm dies the ISB will win the game. If @ThatOneWorldhopper dies the Rebels will win the game.

So, we're dueling it out!

This thread is reserved for those 2 participants. The Day Five thread and Dead Doc both remain open for everyone else to follow along.

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Dueling Rules Recap

At the end of the cycle, each player may send me their lightsaber combat style option for each phase of the duel. The duel has six guaranteed phases, with a possible seventh. Making an attack RP post (more on this in a bit) that the opponent has not responded to allows them to submit a combat option for the final, seventh phase.

The three combat style options are: Djem So, Makashi, and Soresu. Djem So defeats Makashi, Makashi defeats Soresu (you should absolutely @ Kas about it, Obi-Wan fans), and Soresu defeats Djem So. If both players send in the same combat style option for a Phase, then it is a draw, and RNG will decide. 

So for example, if Wyrm sends in Djem So and Kas sends in Soresu for Phase One of the duel, then Kas wins Phase One. The player who wins the most Phases wins the duel.

As previously mentioned, there is a bonus seventh phase, unlocked by making at least one attack RP post ( > 200 words) without a response. More attack posts without a response do not get you extra credit.

There will be a 3 hour grace period before the end of the cycle. During this period you can't make new attack posts, but you can respond to anything you forgot to respond to.

The guidelines I will be applying are as follows:

• All duel-relevant RP posts must consist in more than 200 words of RP.

• For a post to count as an attack RP post, it must, shockingly, depict you attacking your opponent. In other words, it must be clearly signalled as an attack.

• Try to adopt a ‘yes-and’ attitude and not godmode this: the aim is for you and your opponent to have some fun despite trying your damnedest to murder each other For this reason, please do not RP dealing crippling or severe injuries to your opponents, or death. 

• For a post to count as a response, it must engage minimally with the attack RP post, i.e. acknowledge its existence/interact with it in some way.

These dueling rules have been illegally pirated with consent from Kas.

Edited October 31, 2025 by DrakeMarshall

[DrakeMarshall he/him]

I opened a dedicated thread for dueling stuff