Crossover Collision: Ken Masters vs Silver Samurai

Episode 40
Crossover Collision Tournament 2019
Crossover Bracket – Round 1

Evan the Great and JVD discuss a battle between the combatants for the tournament by giving a tale of the tape for both before randomly determining three battlegrounds for the battle. The seven possible battlegrounds are a jungle, a busy city street, a city alley way, the roof top of a large building, the sewer, a warehouse and a cargo ship. At the end they tally up the overall points on their score cards to declare a victor.

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Ken Masters was created by Shoei Okano and Takashi Nishiyama. He made his first appearance in 1987’s Street Fighter video game.

Kenuichio Harada, aka Silver Samurai, was created by Steve Gerber and Bob Brown. He first appeared in Daredevil #111, Volume 1.

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Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 6

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #121

We wasted little time as possible once returning to Red Larch. Leaving Stormaxe in the roll of sheriff during my absence, I said my goodbyes to Amara as Balasar got his business lined out at the Last Tavern on the Left.

She is all I have thought about while on the road to Icewall.

Remembering the sadness on her delicate features has made every night restless. My love reassured me that she understood why I must go but it does not ease the pain of leaving. Every morning I have woke up telling myself that this is what must be done to protect her and everyone in my home. It is a promise made that I intend to keep from all those days ago.

We briefly stopped Mirabar to resupply for the bitter cold of the Northern wind. I decided to warn Lamoram on what we had discovered. With Tuskgutter being intelligent as Doctor Slukx claims, our guess is they have avoided all settlements to not give themselves away.

The meeting was mostly pointless. He nor his organization could offer any aid. It seems the siege of Icewall had took a toll on Mirabar and its resources. The most the priest can offer is a hot meal and a warm cot, a most welcomed gift during the harsh winter months.

During our short stay with the priest and just like every night on the road, I can feel the pull of Lothric’s key, guiding me like a compass past the city. It is almost urging me to continue on as if under the lich’s spell. Despite my efforts to ignore lure, the pulses get stronger every step we take North.

Just a day outside of Icewall, I used magic taught to me by Nataku to send a message ahead to warn of our arrival. A tingle of magic in my mind throws me off, it is not of nature. The recipient of my spell could never arrive so fast to its destination nor should there be any feed back after casting.

A voice echoes in my thoughts. The image of the throne covered with overgrowth takes shape. A Sunbreaker gem sparks as green eyes flare to life. My bones are rattled by the pulsing of the key. Spiking cold pain quickly wracks my body.

Once again, the lich beckons me.

Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 5

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #120

I am lost in my thoughts. The anger at what Balasar and myself have discovered weighs heavily on my shoulders. The distraction is so great it takes the sharp pain of piercing cold in my hip to bring my attention to the pulsing with my pouch. As soon as my fingers touch Lothric’s key something reaches into my mind.

The anger subsides to fear as my memories race back to every time Novak had done this to me. I fight back, willing myself to block out the intrusion. A shimmer of an illusion begins to form. Then I see it, a glowing red gem.

A Sun Breaker.

They are heavily cloaked, sitting in an old throne covered in mold and fungus as if they are deep within a ancient forest. Its voice is dry and cracked as if they have not spoken in over a century. Whoever this is warns me that Lothic is in grave danger. That I am to gather allies and head to Icewall to begin a search.

As they lean forward I can see within the darkness of their hood as tiny, green orbs begin to glow, revealing the skeletal face of an orc. Thin, dead skin hides parts of its face. Unlike myself the tusk are larger and worn. A small fracture marks the front of its skull.

A godsdamned lich.

The undead tells me to follow the key home.

Why should I trust him after Novak and Prince Amon’s experiences with Cindermaw’s gems of powers? Despite Lothric’s affiliation with the dragon, my trust in him is due to the bond we developed over The Restless Hand. But it knows I have no choice. I have to have faith that this is my friend’s doing.

Willing myself to speak through the magic, I ask of if it knows of this Tuskgutter and Doctor Slukx. It leans back in its decrepit throne, revealing what I assume is a smirk.

The Sun Breaker informs me that they are both involved in the larger scheme of things. To hunt them down is to learn of the truth of why The Restless Hand was created. It assured me all will be revealed in time.

Growling at this undead mage, the image of the magic slowly fades away as does the light from its eyes and that of the glowing gem in its staff. As it does something violent shakes me. Instinctively grabbing for Novak’s shortsword, a firm grip stops me.

Rapidly blinking me eyes as the magic ceases, Balasar warns me not to do so. The paladin knows something important has just occurred. With a deep breath I tell him what I had experienced.

With more to worry on our minds we pick up the pace to Red Larch.

Crossover Collision: Judge Dredd vs Nightwing

Episode 39
Crossover Collision Tournament 2019
Crossover Bracket – Round 1

Evan the Great and JVD discuss a battle between the combatants for the tournament by giving a tale of the tape for both before randomly determining three battlegrounds for the battle. The seven possible battlegrounds are a jungle, a busy city street, a city alley way, the roof top of a large building, the sewer, a warehouse and a cargo ship. At the end they tally up the overall points on their score cards to declare a victor.

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Judge Joseph Dredd was created by John Wagner, Pat Mills and Carlos Ezquerra. He first appeared in 2000 AD #2.

Richard John Grayson, or better know as Dick Grayson, was created by Bob Kane and Bill Finger. He first appeared as the first Robin in Detective Comics #38, Volume 1. Grayson became Nightwing in Tales of the Teen Titans #44, Volume 1.


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Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 4

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #119

As we rush back home my heart fills with hate. Rage muddles my mind. The calm before the storm is over. This oversight has let The Restless Hand slip right back into my life.

How could I have been so careless?

I grind my teeth as it hits me like the club of an ogre.

I have become soft.

Before Red Larch, before Amara and everything else I was cold to those around me. After Novak had let Remy die and forced me into The Restless Hand all I could do is think about how to rid myself of them.

From my time in my organization I had been taught to tie up loose ends. Once I had my chance to be free of Maddox and Varix there was no doubt in my mind what needed to be done. As they slept in their cells the night after our trial I set them ablaze. Their deaths would prevent them from chasing me down.

That was the first of many loose ends.

Since that night all I did was sever my ties to The Restless Hand. I defeated Novak and aided in killing his ally, the First Breaker. This all lead to preventing them from gathering the Sun Breaker gems and stopped the siege of Icewall.

But to do that I needed allies when I had not trusted anyone in years. Through Prince Amon Frost I had learned to open myself up and put faith in other people. With Lithia Muun I had found someone who understood my bluntness and wariness of people. Balasar, someone who I blamed for so much in the beginning of my rebellion, taught me forgiveness and became my brother in arms.

I believed all my loose ends were tied.

All of this blinded me to be cautious of what lurks in the shadows. It dulled the edge built in back ally fights. Just like that young and innocent orphan running the streets of Waterdeep, I had let my guard down for The Restless Hand to gain footing in my life once again.

There is no forgiving myself for this.

Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 3

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #118

The two zombies are not an issue, they go down effortlessly. It is what we find in the back of Lance Rock, the source of the horrid smell. The scene is all too familiar, it is one both Balasar and myself wished to never lay eyes upon again.

Dozens of butchered orcs lay, hang or are stacked about the cave. The sight make me force down the vomit rising in the throat. An inspection of their bodies reveals some limbs were torn by force, others were cut by a blade.

My blood boils as I think back to the Bringers of Woe compound where we had seen this before. My scarred shoulder begins to ache at the thought, a reminder of the abomination that was constructed there. Novak had the thing hunting my kind in some strange cannibalistic fashion.

Balasar draws me away from my thoughts, pointing out the forge and tools. The bloody saw among them only reaffirms our findings. Beside them sets a cot and table for a smaller person. Atop the old table rests a blood stained journal.

Shuffling through the pages we find out the butcher fancies himself as Doctor Slukx. The entries are frantically written, a clue that either he was in a rush or insane. I imagine it is both due to the notes within.

It mentions his failures lead to this great creation. This new abomination is intelligent despite its hunger for its own kind. Slukx marvels at the thing’s keen ability to think and how it is an asset to the hunt. It has even thought to give itself a name.

Tuskgutter.

Overwhelmed by what we have discovered, I give no thought to check the drawer of the table before opening it. The tiny cut from the razor is nothing to the panic that is starting to swell within me. Another journal is inside, this one is more personal than medical.

Quickly thumbing through the entries I notice The Restless Hand, including sketches resembling my brand from them. Novak is mentioned very little. There are some ramblings about a glacier in the North. But the final pages breathe life into my fears.

Slukx and this Tuskgutter are heading toward Icewall where this glacier rest. Are they hunting me? Do they believe that is where I will be found? Are they hunting the orc tribes in the area?

Pointing out my findings to Balasar, I express my fear that they could be in Red Larch this very minute. My friend quickly calms me, explaining if Tuskgutter was tracking my scent we would have already confronted the abomination. He believes they are heading North without hesitation.

The paladin suggest we do the same.

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Crossover Collision: Batman vs Wolverine

Episode 38
Crossover Collision Tournament 2019
Crossover Bracket – Round 1

Evan the Great and JVD discuss a battle between the combatants for the tournament by giving a tale of the tape for both before randomly determining three battlegrounds for the battle. The seven possible battlegrounds are a jungle, a busy city street, a city alley way, the roof top of a large building, the sewer, a warehouse and a cargo ship. At the end they tally up the overall points on their score cards to declare a victor.

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Bruce Wayne goes by many titles. The Dark Knight. The Caped Crusader. The Master Detective. But all know him as Batman. He was created by Bob Kane and Bill Finger. He first appeared in Detective Comics #27, Volume 1.

His name is James Howlett. Some call him Logan. Everyone knows him as Wolverine. He was created Len Wein, Roy Thomas and John Romita Sr. His first appearance was in Incredible Hulk #181, Volume 1.

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Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 2

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #117

A quarter mile outside of Lance Rock the land is eerily quite, more so than it would be in these winter months. There are no squawking of snow birds or the crunching of leaves by squirrels making their last forages before the bitter cold sets in. Not one trace of life marks the area. It is nothing but dead silence.

As Balasar and myself move closer we see the enormous land mark out in the distance. But the size is not what draws my attention, the creek before it does. For as far as we can see it is frozen solid.

Our horses become uneasy as we trot down the slope toward the creek. Not wanting to spook them, we back track a few dozen yards and head out on foot. Just within bow shot we can see why the water is froze solid.

Glaring out of a icy geyser is that wretched black skull. All around it are fish, some decayed to skeletons while others remain preserved, trapped within their frozen prison. The sight makes my skin crawl. Closing my eyes, the nausea washes over me. With a flash of yellow I am remind of the pain and fear of coming into contact with it. With Balasar at my side I place a hand on his shoulders to balance myself.

The paladin scolds himself for not coming back. Though understandable I remind him to not be so harsh on himself. With everything we were caught in it was easy to forget something so small. I reassure him all we need to do is take the cursed skull away from here and by summer all should be blooming and bright once more.

Again, Balasar stands firm on his beliefs. It is easy to tell he feels the evil here, reassuring himself by pointing out that the cave radiates with the strong aura as much as the area outside. He gives no doubts that we need to check within.

Not wanting to waste anymore time around the black skull as need, we quickly chip the ice away around it. Taking every precautions not to touch the thing, we wrap the paladin’s cloak tightly around it before placing it in his pack.

Quick stepping ahead I take the lead into the darkness of the cave mouth, posting up against the unusually frigid walls to let my eyes adjust to the dark. Within the smell is horrid as if meat had spoiled in the summer heat. It does not take long to locate the source. I hear them before they show themselves, the shuffling feet of the undead.

Slowly moving in for an ambush I signal to Balasar that there are two up ahead. As he marches forward to draw their attention, the slaying of the living dead brings a smirk to my lips. It reminds me of all the good we heroes of Red Larch had done with defeating Novak and The Restless Hand’s undead hordes.

It reassures me the peace that I have earned is well deserved.

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Rise of the Obsidian Legion: Entry 1

Lynch’s Journal

Entry #116

The journey of life is much like the ocean waves. At times it is rough and chaotic like the crashing waves during a storm. Other times it is calm and peaceful like the shoreline on a breezy, warm day.

The gods know my life has been nothing short of a hurricane. Those days of losing Jalina and Remy. Pushing Novak’s extortion from Waterdeep to Red Larch. Attempting to escape from it all only to find myself facing that bastard. Getting caught up in the insanity of the accursed Sun Breakers gems that The Restless Hand was after. All of that had lead to the battle of Ice Wall.

Despite the hardships, I would go through it a thousand times for the small bit of peace this last year has brought. I have made close friends and allies. My once lost friend Jalina is back in my life. What remained of Novak’s undead forces were hunted and destroyed. The bandits have ceased their attacks between here and Triboar. In return for all I had done, Red Larch has excepted me as one of their own. And most importantly, Amara has open her heart to me.

The only stress I feel is the weight of being sheriff in Lothric’s absence. Months ago he headed North, giving me no reason as to why. I can only imagine it is something to do with the Sun Breakers. Before leaving my friend trusted me with a key that is frigid to the touch, stating it could unlock anything native to the town. To this day I am still not sure what that means but I have had no need to put it to the test.

I am at ease in my new role, taking care of petty squabbles in Red Larch or handling the occasional unruly drunk. Most of my time is dedicated to the training of the lawmen. Deputy Stormaxe has taken to the city’s defenses with his dwarven ingenuity. For reassurance, Balasar has hired a handful of adventures from his recently opened tavern to aid in overseeing the general area. Us three have done all we can to give these good folk peace.

But today that could end.

A face I have not seen in a long time has return to Red Larch. Nataku, a close ally of mine, as come with news of trouble. A sickness is spreading in the Southwest. The elf claims it is as if death itself has taken physically form and infected the area.

Chills run up my spine as a forgotten memory comes to mind. With the chaos of The Restless Hand and the march on Ice Wall, we never went back the cave to take care it after all this time. Reading the look on Balasar’s hard features says the copperborn knows it as well.

With all haste we ride to Lance Rock.

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