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Post by Arlyn on Dec 3, 2017 7:23:55 GMT
Oedir Battle Royale
Many will fight but only one shall win.
It has not been long since the Royal Emberi Ball had passed. Even the most recent news that the dangerous plant creature within Dryhtwood had been defeated. The mages of Lledrith had announced throughout the lands that they are hosting a new tournament, the Oedir Battle Royale. Taking place within the grand stadium within Lledrith School, many have already begun to flock to the arena for sign ups and to spectate. The mages had stated that they are hosting this tourney as an apology for what happened at the Ball, that they do not wish to begin a war and to celebrate peace. But will the same thing occur as it did at the ball? Some have suspected that some denizens within Oedir have disappeared, and that they were spotted near this upcoming tournament…
Those that wished to participate had already begun to sign up within Lledrith. There is a massive prize of a thousand gold to whomever wins the battle royale. All races were welcomed and encouraged to participate. The leaders of each race of course had their own special balcony representing all races on all sides of the coliseum.
The day had started empty, only the mages within Lledrith as they prepared the event. But as the sun rose in the sky, more and more people have arrived. Accommodations have been made separately for those participating in the battles and those for the spectators. The gladiators were brought underground near the stadium after they signed up, while those that paid a little extra to spectate had their own balcony which provided all sorts of arrangements such as furniture and shelter. Those who came would have to wait until sundown before the Introductory Rite shall begin. The battles will take place during the night after the ceremony. However, now most are still arriving and signing up for the event. What will become of this tournament…?
(Ok! So this is IC sign ups. A lot is going to happen, so this thread will start off where people are entering the stadium either to spectate or signing up to become a gladiator. The fights that will take place after the Introductory Rite and those who sign up will be randomized to fight against each other. There are no specific events or qualifications, as a magic user could fight against a sword wielder if they were paired against each other. So those who sign up will have to go to through the main office in front of the stadium and if they are selected they will be brought to the underground rooms before they are ready to fight. So spectators can meet others in the stadium seating, while gladiators can meet their fellow contestants as well.)
(However, there is another force at work. It is rumored that people have gone missing. Those who were kidnapped are being forced to fight in this event as well, with no escape other than to win. They do not know who had kidnapped them, as they kept their identity secret. These kidnapped gladiators are secretly entered into the tournament with their names, a plot by this unknown group. After they were kidnapped they are brought to an underground chamber, locked away until they are called upon to fight.
This is another way one can enter without the character having a motivation to. If you want your character to be kidnapped and forced to fight just post below describing how they were kidnapped and they will wind up in the underground chamber. They will also be added into the randomized gladiators who will fight.)
(All contestants will be listed once the Introductory Rite starts. It will be an admin post once everyone gets settled in so stay tuned!)
OOC Prizes: There will be prizes for the winners of 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place of the event. This will be whoever has the most posts in the event per member. The prizes are: 2nd place: Choose any one reward from the Posting Rewards list below 300 posts in the per character list and 500 posts in the per member list 3rd place: Choose any one reward from the Posting Rewards list below 200 posts in the per character list and 300 posts in the per member list
The schedule will be as follows:
Introductory Rite/Arena Battles: December 2 - December 9
Murder Mystery/Arena Battles: December 9 - December 16
Chase/Arena Battles: December 16 - December 23
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Post by Khaalius Sandrus on Dec 4, 2017 22:33:02 GMT
((I've no clue if I'm doing this right. Someone smack me if I'm not XD))
Once more, boredom threatened to drive him even madder. For the immortal man, even five minutes of nothing exciting happening was too much, so imagine his glee when he heard of the Oedir Battle Royale. But unlike most normal people, who decided to watch the show from a safe distance, the ancient man wanted to be in the thick of it. After all, what better way to find out more about what happened at the ball, and have some fun to boot?
And so, the immortal man showed up, and signed himself in as one of the combatants.
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Post by Zander Carval on Dec 5, 2017 8:57:57 GMT
Zander rushed down the street towards the docks, juggling a plethora of items in his arms. There was a bagel in bag he had to get to Oceane, a bottle of wine for Lorne and boots he had picked up from a workshop for the captain.
Or was it wine for Oceane and boots for Lorne?
The cabin boy slowed down a little, trying to think. That order didn't track either. What would the captain want with a bagel? Perhaps he could figure it out once upon the Hollow Heart, and hopefully not get chewed out for being late.
In his worry to get things right, and get to the ship before it got too dark outside, the young man didn't notice that he was being followed. For several blocks, in fact, until the shady figures finally decided to pounce. Letting out a yelp, the cabin boy was yanked into a dark side-street, but even as he stumbled, his mind was on balancing the things in his arms so as to not drop them.
He didn't even think about going for the sword at his hip.
Before he knew what was happening, someone pressed a cloth doused with something over his face, and mere seconds later darkness overcame the young man, all the items in his grasp slipping. The last thing he remembered was the shattering of glass from the wine bottle, and thinking just how much trouble he was going to be in for breaking something so expensive.
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Post by Ruthalla Elanan on Dec 5, 2017 9:34:01 GMT
The money was getting a little tight lately. Her smithy was doing decently, but nearly every dime earned was a dime that went right back into the shop. There were things that needed repairs and replacements, especially since the latest apprentice joined the business. The young man was clumsier than anything she'd ever seen, no matter how much she barked at him to shape up. And yet, somehow, he was great with glassmaking, and has yet to break any of his own works. The boy simply baffled her.
So now, as she sometimes has to, Ruth went to put a little extra coin into the business. The problem was mercenary business was hitting a lull as well. Which left the woman considering an option she hated, and that was the Oedir Battle Royale. It had been more than a century since the last time she danced to someone's violent tune, but a thousand gold pieces was nothing to sneeze at. That, and she needed the publicity – nothing said capable warrior to bumbling nobles more than this... charade.
Grumbling under her breath, the hybrid stalked, draconic wings twitching and collecting stares as she headed into the stadium to sign herself up for the competition.
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Post by Kaya Atiqtalaaq Nanuq on Dec 5, 2017 15:09:18 GMT
The snow was becomming thinner the further south Kaya travelled, she knew from experience that she would soon reach the parts of Krizala which held more green plants and vegetation, so she trotted along, her big paws were meant for distributing her weight on ice and thick snow, so now she simple sunk down and felt the rather unfamiliar feel of solid earth under her paw pads.
In the distance a small company of two legs were making their camp, paying little attention to the white bear until she came so close that they were beginning to worry about her and their safety. The polar bears if the north wee known for their curiosity and it was no surprise to those who frequented the north when they found tents, bags and chests destroyed by the white bears due to this curiosity. So the company had an eye on the great bear and when they saw the bear shift into a human woman clad in furs, leather and blues and greys they hesitated and shortly after a small company of three stalked the blond woman.
Unknown to Kaya, who occupied her curious mind with the plants and nature around her. She was sure the Great Spirit had neglected this part of the world, for here they had no tribes, they lived with the idea that they had Gods, that the nature around them were without spirit... This was what the shaman told her whenever she had asked about the world south of the northern winds. She was about to stand up when the sound of boots hit her ears. Just as she turned she heard the footsteps quicken and break into a run. With a grunt she turned and started to shift, normally it was quick and with no troubles, but just as she started she was hit by a small arrow, no bigger than a piece of string, but the stench of a foreign liquid coated the small piece of wood. Her heartbeat fast and soon her vision darkened. She was sent into a panicked fury and her shift finally happened. The large bear did her best to swipe at the attackers, growling, grunting and with the scent of blood in her nose and the wet feeling of blood on her paw and claws. Then everything went black.
She woke with a grunt. The feeling of metal around her neck and feet. Or arms... whatever it was all the same to her. As she opened her eyes and tried to stand she realized she was surrounded by the cold scent of metal, sweat, dirt and heat. Then Kayas mind started to work, she knew she was many times bigger as a bear, so perhaps she could shift and slip out of her bonds? She tried. She did it and to her disappointment the chains shifted with her. She let out a roar and charged the bars of her prison."Ikiunnga!" She yelled for help, because of course someone would help, if no a person perhaps one of the friendly spirits would help. Perhaps the spirit of the metal would pity her and let her pass through them. Soon a person walked by, slammed at the bars and yelled at he ran in an angry voice, which made her shy away from the bars. Glaring at the man.
//hope this is okay for a sign up. Kaya is signed up to be a gladiator from the prison.
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Post by Tharan II Dralínson on Dec 5, 2017 15:34:58 GMT
The place was buzzing with people from all over the place, hybrids, dwarves, humans, elves and fae. Everyone seemed to be coming to this festival to either see people beat each other up or be beaten up. The golden-haired dwarf had sent word to his family that if they planned on joining the festivities he would love to meet with them. He had not yet seen them, but as he searched through the masses he caught sight of his brother. He walked over and put a firm han on his brothers shoulder. "Brother! " with a smile the the two embraced each other in a hug and held each other out at arms length. " will you be knocking heads with the giants or will you for once join us on a balcony?" Tharan smiled warmly and with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Of course I will be knocking-" he was interrupted by his mothers stern voice. " Tharan! You will join us with the other nobles or not attend the festivities at all! " Tharans smile faded into a surprised face as he stared at his mother as if she had denied him an extra piece of cake. He knew there would be no arguing with her, so he sulked just enough for her to notice and just enough for the surrounding people to think he was just tired after a long journey. His mother thrust a bag at him and he went to change.
Tharan had been clad in traveling clothes for months, so the change from the dirty and worn clothes to fine materials of silk, chainmail and other finer garb was almost uncomfortable. Had he not been wearing the clothes since birth he would have preferred the worn travelers cloths to this. He joined his family looking like the younger son of the Dralín-line he was. He carried himself with a pride and confidence which didn't shine through when he travelled. The family went over to the sign up and signed up as spectators and were assigned a booth in exchange for extra coin and flashing their family emblem. Tharan had his youngest sister on his arm and paid great attention to her chatter.
//sign up for spectator
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Post by Aidana Barashiel on Dec 5, 2017 15:43:23 GMT
The princess had arrived and was walking with three dwarves guards at their side. She had wanted more, but that would have signaled that she was still weary towards the other races after what happened at the ball. She was turning up here mostly out of duty, if she had a say in it she would rather have stayed away. Her leg had heal almost completely and only ached mildly at times when she remembered the ball or saw a beast shift to its deceitful human form. She was no fan of the werebeasts...
She moved with grace and on quick feet, her guards were on alert and with their hands on the hilt of their swords. She moved through the crowd of people with her escort and before she knew it she found herself in the quarters meant for the royal house of Barashiel she spent the time exploring the room, it was worthy and had a great view of of the arena. She had a chair and fruits and drinks were arranged for her to snack on while the carnage unfolded beneath her. Why people seemed to gain an appetite from watching others battle she would never understand but she did appreciate the effort.
// sign up for spectator
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Post by Captain Waters on Dec 5, 2017 15:50:51 GMT
The mermaid had heard the news. There was a handsome sum of gold to be won in this battle. Gold she could spend on repairs, herself and whatever she wished. So of course this had lured the mermaid ashore. As much as she was doubting her fighting abilities on land, she was willing to give it a go. So she swaggered in and walked up to the sign up to sign on as one of the fighters in the arena.
The pirate had had a very rewarding last couple of weeks, the Bloody Maid had sunk several slave-ships as they flocked to Oedir for some reason and they had all made their way to the lands of Mir, the waters The Bloody Maiden and her crew frequented the most. So her crew was happy, she was happy and the Maiden was in dire need of repairs. She had her doubts about this but since it seemed to be a battle with no rules, she supposed her voice would be a good weapon and of course her trusted cutlasses. She was ready.
// sign up for arena as a gladiator
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Post by Éamon Lyall on Dec 5, 2017 15:59:25 GMT
This event.... it was so silly and yet such a great opportunity for the dragon to have a few moments of peaceful chaos. So the dragon had made his way to the event with several of the villagers, some interned to sign up, some just wanted to watch. The dragon was still unsure. He was debating it. Wouldn't it be a great way to make a come back? To make it to the finals and eat his final opponent in one bite and the add the gold to his secret treasure chamber in the mountains? Or would it be an act of war? Would he, as a dragon elder, declare war on the other races by revealing himself to this desperate attempt at keeping the peace? He smiled, a glimmer of madness entered his eyes as he thought about the opportunity to no longer remain hidden and revel in the chaos and bloodshed of war...
He signed up to join the other gladiators, not yet sure what he wanted from the event other than the gold. He was a dragon after all and gold was an interest to him, but far lower on his list of priorities.
//sign up for gladiator
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Dec 6, 2017 5:21:49 GMT
So it was finally time.
Radulfr arrived to the front gates. Upon hearing about this event, he had to go. Despite what happened last time, the catastrophe of the ball, he had made the decision to go to this one. Even though what happened back there, was, pretty unsatisfactory. He hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to Wryn, to speak with her much about what she thought of him. It seemed like what happened back at the mansion happened so long ago, yet, it still lingered in his mind. Maybe it hadn't been so long ago at all, well who knew. The werewolf marched forward, toward the grand college as it stood tall over the wildes. This, this college of mages, he couldn't even see himself hardly ever going to and if he had, it was for the least best intentions in mind. He might have had a few things with the mages a while ago, but not many jobs could be found for him considering they had no use for someone that lacked magic. But he wasn't here for anything other than the Oedir Battle Royale. He was here for the prize. The reward. Not only that, but if he got to beat the crap out of someone to get it, that made things all the more easier. Though this time, he would not let his guard down unlike the last time. But he could see why those stupid mages would be even hosting an event. To prove that they were sorry what happened back at the ball. Well it was their fault in the first place for not keeping those rogues in line. Those pitiful leaders had it coming to them. But, he couldn't think anymore on that.
He looked up at the stadium as he approached, sword in sheath ready whenever he was. Even though they have been through much, he still held on to the same sword he used to kill Wryn's master. Now that was a long time ago. Usually the werewolf would have altered weapons and armor by now, but, he was poor as dirt. This tournament could change that though, and that was the very reason why he had decided to enter. Not only were they growing poorer but he was also jobless. A thousand gold could last them a year at least. Despite the fact that Wryn might have mentioned getting a job to help he still persisted. He somehow felt responsible for the both of them. Or maybe it was the fact that he felt uneasy about what happened at the mansion and felt that he needed to compensate that somehow. But he would not know for he had not brought it up to her. Not only that but she had seen him in his wolf form. He felt pathetic due to the fact that he was so badly injured. But now it had healed rather nicely. And now he could prove that he was ready to fight. Perhaps he just felt the desire for bloodshed.
Looming over the counter as he walked forth, he glared at the mage within the office with one, cold, icy blue eye. He felt that he did not need to state his name or give any information about himself to enter the contest. Nevertheless the mage was seemingly frightened by his appearance, then asked for his name and quickly jotted it down before sending him directions on his way. As Radulfr walked toward the entryway to the underground chamber, he eyed pretty much every other contestant. Perhaps he was trying to judge them, to see what he was up against. Well, not that it would matter. Once he reached the entryway, he then turned to the human.
"Wryn." He said, looking directly at her as he stood there. "There should still be some seats open." Even though he thought that they have arrived early, indeed the arena was beginning to fill up. Many people were coming early it seemed. They hadn't arrived early enough but fortunately he had been placed as a gladiator. That was good enough for him. Giving her a second glance he then turned to walk into the Underground Chamber. "See you from the field," he then bid his farewell as he disappeared into the underground below, escorted by a mage who showed him and a few other gladiators the way into the corridor.
When he arrived in the area, many were preparing to fight. There was still a long time to go, and Radulfr didn't know how much longer it would be until the Introductory Site would start. He hoped that Wryn would be alright alone. Last time that happened she was kidnapped by a madman. Though maybe she would be distracted and go see the festival that seemed to be appealing that was outside of the coliseum before it started. That wouldn't be so bad and he felt more at ease. There were many other spectators here. Besides he would be close by, were anything to happen he could probably catch them in a heartbeat. But as he walked, passing by those who were sharpening their weapons or sleeping, he made his way into a larger room. One that had a couch and a basket of apples and refreshments on a small table. The mages had made some sort of light sculpture that was supposed to be entertaining that stood in front of the couch. Apparently it also showed what was happening in the coliseum, which so far was nothing on the field as the image hovered in the air above it. Radulfr didn't pay it any mind as he just stood on the back wall, leaning against it as he withdrew from the center of attention. Folding his arms across his chest as he patiently awaited for the whole thing to begin.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Dec 6, 2017 5:57:48 GMT
Farkas had been wandering through the near dead forest. His footsteps crunched on dry leaves as he made his way through the hazy fog, surrounded by bare trees. It was cold, and the werewolf had to keep moving. He had to get to the next town over so that he could rest. From place to place he was kicked out. Shunned by society. But nevertheless the persistent homeless man kept trying. He was hungry and cold, and hoped that there would be a small town nearby, or so he had heard. He heard of an inn that took in pretty much anyone despite having no pay. However the catch was that the person could only stay for a day before being promptly kicked out if they had no coin. They were charitable to let them stay however and as much as it would have damaged Farkas' pride in the past, now it seemed like a blessing. He could have turned into his wolf form but there was nothing to hunt. There was nothing but these skeletal trees and fallen leaves. He also hoped that there would be at least a creek or river nearby, for he was beginning to thirst for something other than alcohol in recent days. Perhaps it was his sons' doing that changed him. Well, not that he would admit it. He continued going forward, really hoping that there would be an end to all of this endless walking. He had been out here for a few hours at least, and has made progress but he wanted to make it there by nightfall. But everything was silent around him. It was rather eery, but at this point Farkas didn't care but then again after his mansion burned down he didn't care much for anything. He continued to walk along the dirt and fallen leaves, not paying attention to what lurked behind and around him out of sight. He continued forward, thinking about how even if he did transform into a wolf, what prey would there be right now? Majority of them would be in hibernation, but maybe he could catch a squirrel or something before winter fully arrived. Even still he could feel the crisp cool air upon his roughened skin, and could even spot an ice patch way out in the distance... so much for expecting winter to arrive late. But as he continued on he felt something was... off... somehow... But he couldn't exactly place it. Nor did he care however, as h continued walking through the dead forest.
It was only then, he felt an arm come around his neck. "What the-!" but before he could talk he was held back by a hand around his mouth, arm choking him as many men came around him, forcing him into unconsciousness. Everything went black.
He awoke groggily, feeling the hard cold stone floor beneath his bottom, and a wall on his back as he arose, slowly coming out of his daze as he was slumped against the wall within a dimly lit room. Grasping onto his ringing head, he failed to recall what had just happened. It was all a fuzzy memory, but it was starting to all come back to him now. He was kidnapped by people he didn't expect. He would have been mad at himself for not fighting back, but really, could he in this state have? What would there be even a use for a homeless man like him? He wondered as he slowly got up, sitting up away from the wall as he brought his hand down from his head as he looked around. Others were within this room with him, some tied up but most others were free. Looking to his left he could see the exit, however the barred prison shown through the light coming from the torch on the other wall. He heard the creaky door opening and closing a few times as more were entered into the room, most unconscious.
He sat there for a while, defeatedly as he didn't even make an attempt to escape. What for? He was already homeless and starving. Without a place to sleep but this might have been a better option than trying to find an inn that only lets him sleep there for a night. He would be on the move anyways. Sitting against the wall, he looked downward as he ignored the noisy sounds of people angrily yelling and screaming to get out. It has gone on for hours. It was rather annoying at this point to him. Perhaps he was used to it, for he was the one that would kidnap so many others. Maybe it was only fitting that he wound up with the same fate. How pathetic he was now but the thought only made him smirk a little. He did not know how or why they were brought here. For a sacrifice maybe? Or to be used as slaves as he once did? Who knew, but not that he cared much anyway. Maybe they were just collecting random urchins and throwing them into prison for being useless. Ah, well that would suit him well then. But that wasn't the fact as more and more entered, he could tell that they were from all statuses. Some claiming that they were the best of their craft or were a noble or whatnot, he didn't pay much attention but he could hear them well. He even saw a polar bear ramming herself against the bars and yelling in a foreign tongue. And even a boy who seemed a lot younger than his own sons.
He waited for the man who walked by the bars to leave, before speaking as he continued to look at the ground. "It's useless," he told her, in a rather even tone.
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Post by Pandora on Dec 6, 2017 16:17:17 GMT
Even out on the islands it had reached her, news of this arena. When she saw the scroll it caused the woman great distress, the idea of people fighting one another for sport. As a healer it was not something she would have chosen to attend of her own choice. Yet she had a duty, even if they were not her own, to help those who could benefit from her aid. The Shaman gathered her things which included several ceramic jars filled with water from the cave and loaded them into a cart. Pandora chose to travel by horse rather than by wing so that she was not discovered in the act of doing so. Rather early on she discovered the world had a fear of the dragons despite the good will many had shown in the past.
Several days saw them to the arena, her and the young boy who was her assistant. When they arrived they were greeted by the buzzing masses of people who had gathered for this event. Were people so thirsty for violence that this was what they dedicated their time to? She sighed once more allowing judgmental thoughts to cloud her mind from seeing that this was for good cause. The mages intended to foster good will in the wake of tragedy, to show that all was not as it would seem. "Quickly now, we must find seats." she called to the boy as he scurried off the cart. He could not have been more than ten years old so to those looking on her appeared her blood.
Sitting among the general populace, Pandora clutched her shawl as she watched with patient eyes. So many races in one place fighting one another, tensions would run high. She wondered then if she might be forced to make the shift to her true self. Only time would tell, for now the crowd seemed complacent and ready for this spectacle. The only thing she had to wonder now was; were the games for sport or to the death? |
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Post by Justus Delago on Dec 6, 2017 16:48:04 GMT
Justus did not want to attend this event , to be honest. For him this event was too early after the terrible things that had happened at the ball. It was hard for him to even want to with many of the other races at this point. Just because he couldn't tell what was on everyone else's mind. Sometimes he wished that had been his power. The ability to read others , in his mind he made a mental note to seek out a immortal that could do such things. He would even make a alliance with another race if they were a expert with telepathy. His ability - his blessing - his strength was a great power. He could have very well been one of the strongest men here. His limits had been untested for years now , on top of that he had never really used his full power. He was afraid of the after math for everyone else. His kind of power had to be controlled. He always had to be in control. He always had to remember how hard he was reaching out for things , holding things and the way he touched people. He could easily touch someone and bruise them. He had learned this centuries ago when he had first gotten his power. Those were the times where he had no self control , but to even out his rage , to even out his power they had war. That was when he learned how to control his power. Progressively he got stronger and so did the self control that had.
The journey to the arena hadn't been a long one. He had been on longer voyages but it had been a daunting one. Because of what happened previously at the last function with all the races attending , the security he had now was high. Only the best men at his side and a lot more security then he had before. He though he had more men , he choose to ride with them. While the other nobles and royalty were escorted in carriages. Justus preferred riding against sitting in a tight space for long. His eyes were focused as they rode up to the arena. Getting off their horses , someone took the reins and tugged the horses towards the visitors stable. Justus watched them as they did so , the difference between normal horses and his own were that they weren't the most friendly bunch. They were also stubborn. Justus laughed as he saw a few of them struggle to get the horses where they needed to be. One of his own men left , giving the stable boys a hand and letting Justus get settled.
His party made their way to their private balcony. He sat down. His brown eyes looking around the arena , in the distance he could see the dwarf princess , raising his cup to her in acknowledgement. He hoped today's events weren't like that of the past. He didn't think he could be too nice , too proper for to much longer before he wanted blood.
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Post by Meridious Risgar on Dec 6, 2017 18:48:06 GMT
His mind was a melting pot of sour memories of the massacre and the subsequent vacation the human King had involuntarily volunteered him for at the behest of the princess, whom Meridious, one of the Kings Guard, had made plenty mad while in the commision of his duty of saving her on the night of the massacre. When he got word of the special event, he had to attend. Party due to his fanboy of the combat arts, hell he'd be in the battle royale if he was ten years younger, but mostly to make sure nothing went awry like it did in the great halls of his King’s domain.
After getting his weapon pace tied with ribbon, he made his way through the bulwark of people. During his transit some folks called out to him, fans of his from his tourney days as well as former soldiers he served with or were under his command. He’d received a raven about a few of them actually competing in the battle royale itself -- yet another reason he wanted to be present. After meeting with them for a quick bit he made his way to his booth.
Being an unwed Kingsguard with no ladylove to call his own and no hard vices like booze and vainglorious shopping had allowed him to save up his rather lucrative earnings, which netted him a swanky suite of a sub-balcony. It wasn’t as nice as those in the royal sections and high advisory council members by any means, but it had all the amenities you’d want. Especially this time of year with the cold setting in.
Stepping into it, he was greeted by polite young servant men and women. He shook their hands, gave them thanks for setting his station up, and tipped them generously despite their overall work yet to be completed. He took a seat and adjusted his fancy cambric shirt and coat, then took a chalice of wine given by one of them and gave a toast to the King and his family, though his toast toward the princess was noticeably half measured.
One of the servants took a large fan to the carefully maintained burning barrel, blowing the heat across the side of his face and neck. He turned and noticed a spyglass at the end of the meal table and procured it, along with some of the meat and cheeses, then used the device to scan the crowd and arena floor.
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Post by Mathias on Dec 6, 2017 19:30:08 GMT
The smell of alcohol radiated from the man as he stumbled out into the light of a new day. He stood with jug in hand and sword at his side as he wandered down the dirt roads. The swordsman looked rather unsightly, his hair in a loose and messy tail. His clothes were covered in dust and dirt from working; a monster hunters job was never done. His long coat did much to conceal the sword that hung at his left hip, only the hilt was partially visible. To on lookers he appeared the simple drunk and that was the way he would have it. Today his only goal was to find something more to drink but fate would have it that the arena event ended up at his feet quite literally. A scroll landed on his boot, blown in by the wind, and he picked it up.
That was how Mathias ended up there, stumbling through the crowds that were gathered for the event. People from all walks of life, a volatile combination that he knew would explode once more. As he passed through the crowd he could see humans pointing and whispering towards him. Many knew what it was he did and that he was good at it. Perhaps they sought to hire him or perhaps they sought to challenge him. There were many who would test his skill before a proposition and so his hand rest upon his sword, Perdition, in the event this were so. Luckily, however, he was allowed to pass into the arena without incident but with suspicion from the guard.
Mathias' dark eyes drifted over the crowd as he surveyed the arena for quick exits and points of assault. The common folk were still gathering as were the royals as far as he could tell. His withering gaze came to rest upon the box that held the Immortal King- or the boy king as he called him. He was not surprised to see him present nor was he surprised to see a member of the Dwarven royal family. Immortals, Dwarves and Humans all lived for blood sport even if they would not outright admit to such an accusation. Perhaps this tournament was about to become very interesting, at the very least he would perhaps get a good tale out of it. - Spectating |
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