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Re: Arena of Honor [RP]
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| 16 Apr 2017 01:39 PM |
This is an interesting idea I had while just reflecting on what the RP forum doesn't really see. So, here we go! :) [PLOT] When Sir Lonian choked on his beverage and died, it was more than a "whoopsies" moment. Because Sir Lonian, the champion who'd been more into drink than defense, had forgotten to appoint a successor. Every champion had, for the past 972 years, ever since Mage Josius had first driven the demons back from the borders of Solamni. There had been magi and knights, archers and assassins, humans, elves, and dwarves. Some were heroic, others only wished to save their own skins. But there had always been one. Even when Ragnis "Rager" Khanat had been bleeding to death from an axe wound on the battlefield after slicing off the head of the dragon Nyxatas, who had been poised to destroy the royal castle, he had appointed a successor. Between coughs of blood and feeble breaths, he managed to get out the words "Remus Adraxas, the dragonspeaker, is the next champion... Tell King Lewis I tried my hardest." But now, there was no champion to protect the people. No generous lord who would serve as a sign of hope in the darkest times. And with rumors of the demon army regathering at the edge of the Misty Mountains, something would have to be done. So King Boromir and his advisors met, none sure of what to do. For countless hours they deliberated, but they could find no solution. However, after the fruitless council meeting, Mage Epaitis, one of the king's advisors, approached the king separately. "My lord," he said. "I think I have the solution we have been looking for." "So why didn't you mention it?" the king asked. "Because it might be a bit...well...dangerous," Epaitis said. "Tell me it, and I'll decide," Boromir said. "See, a champion has to be ready to fight and strategize. They must be proficent in many fields, and prepared to take on whatever challenge their job throws at them. So how do we pick the next champion? By testing them in everything." "What do you mean?" "I'm saying that we should have a competition. Anyone in the kingdom can join. Each day, the contestants complete challenges. At the end of each week, the weakest contestants are eliminated." "But how are we to get that past the Council of Elders? The champions have always been selected from the nobility, at least since Axeman Adranir was considered too unkempt to appear before the court..." "The winner becomes a noble. And besides, maybe we should do away with that custom, it's been troublesome for a while, remember when Sorianis Ringatsu wanted to appoint Rigenar Dramtas champion, but was forced to pick Nebura Maximata because Dramtas didn't have noble blood? Dramtas was by far the better fighter, shouldn't have happened in my opinion..." But the king was too busy thinking to hear this. "Yes, we could try such a thing. It's certainly our best hope. But how are we supposed to entice people to join?" "Offer money for the winner and the runners up! 100,000 Runa for the champion and nobility, then 50,000 for the next few places, and so forth." "Very well, I'll propose it to the council. But I want you to organize the event. The Duke of Doronis is visiting all of next week, he's going to be absolutely insufferable. So if you can just take care of that..." Epaitis nodded and left the king to plan his reception for the Duke of Doronis. A few weeks later, flyers went up all around the kingdom.
ARENA OF HONOR-THE CHANCE OF A LIFETIME! Do you see yourself as the next Champion? Think you've always been destined for greatness? Ready to defend our kingdom? Beginning at the next new moon, the Arena of Honor shall be open to all who wish to join the competition to become the next Champion of Solamnia. For one moon cycle, anyone who is interested can enroll. From that point on, the contest will begin! Applicants must be able to demonstrate skill in a certain field. If you fancy yourself good with a sword, or know some spells... Then come and enter the Arena of Honor for the chance to win 100,000 Runa, nobility, and the chance to be a CHAMPION! Also, there are opportunities to become Imperial Defenders or earn Runa for the highest-ranking fighters. Make it to Toronata before the gates close in 2 new moons, and you could become the next Champion!
You are one of many who have read the flyers, and you want to win for your own reasons. You have talents, and you believe you can make it into the Arena... So what are you waiting for?
[RULES] 1. No complaints/trolling. Either join or don't. 2. No OP characters. 3. My word is final on all matters. 4. Have fun :3
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Name: Age (Anyone of any age can join, so toddlers who can shoot fire and old men who can shapeshift are also accepted ;3): Gender: Appearance: Backstory: Class (what is your specialty?): Skills: Why do you want to win?:
Go nuts :3 |
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| 16 Apr 2017 03:56 PM |
| To be honest, I'm way more interested in the other one so yeah. |
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| 16 Apr 2017 04:33 PM |
Im too lazy to read this. Meep
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| 16 Apr 2017 06:02 PM |
| Considered. Clockwork Golem if I make a sheet |
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| 16 Apr 2017 08:19 PM |
| Yeah, this is more of a side project compared to the other one, which I really want to make into a good RP. |
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| 16 Apr 2017 08:32 PM |
Name: The Prototype Age: Recently created Gender: None Appearance: The Prototype is a shiny golem. It's head is a metal ball, with a rune on it's face. It's torso is a vertical rectangular prism with a green core in the middle, it's arms are thick metal cylinders with a metal hand on the end of each, and it's legs are on thick metal cylinders with metal boots. A small cannon is on it's right shoulder. Bio: A group of 7 mages started building the golem when the flyers started showing up. 5 hours later, the golem known as the Prototype walked on the field. Class: The Prototype has durable armor and high strength, but it's intelligence and speed is a little low. Skills: The rune of Prototype's face changes color depending on what it does. White: Normal Red: In Combat Blue: The Prototype stomps the ground, then tackles an opponent. This is called the Battering Ram program. Green: The Prototype uses a flame spell. It's cannon fires a fire orb at an opponent. Yellow: The Prototype is repairing itself with it's core's magic. Reason to win: The 7 mages want the Prototype to win because they think the Prototype can fight many enemies with it's powerful armor, cannon, and fists. |
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| 16 Apr 2017 08:49 PM |
Well actually, this looks pretty compelling, maybe I'll consider it doing later and god damn it
Name: Adan Jhevurra Age: 47 Gender: Male Appearance: Aran stands at 5'4 with a sturdy build, green eyes, and fair skin. He sports a short, somewhat stylish quiff of brown hair as well as the kind of full brown beard/stache you'd expect a lumberjack to have. As for his clothes, he is never seen without his plaid studded lumberjacking outfit, complete with plated suspenders and steel-toed boots.
Backstory: Born to a family of animal ranchers, Adan lived a simple life, had simple needs, and lacked a sophisticated education. He began to develop a strong talent for cutting wood, but at the same time had an interest in combat, with the latter becoming a hobby of his. One day he was being mentored by the woodsmen, another he was being taught how to exploit weaknesses in armor with a battleax. Eventually he settled on becoming a lumberjack, but after a few years he quickly began to reevaluate his life. The pay was terrible, the customers were horrible, and he had to work some serious hours to get any sort of respect from his fellow woodcutters. At some point, Adan heard of the Arena of Honor, and he decided, "Screw this, I hate my job, let's give this tournament a shot and see if I can come out with some real Runa." Now he's on his way to Toronata, not because he really cares about the nobility or even the championship, but because he wants to live a much better life than three decades of lumberjacking has earned him. And that's pretty much it.
Class: Lumberjack Skills: His beast-taming abilities, a natural ability to walk through very rough terrain with little issue, and of course his amazing lumberjacking proficiency. Why do you want to win?: His job sucks and he wants to retire as early as possible.
I'm putting this guy on the table as a sort of, I'm not 100% on joining but if I do I've got something ready. |
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| 16 Apr 2017 08:59 PM |
Name: Avery Averland
Age: Twenty
Gender: Male
Appearance: Avery Averland, of the Averland lineage. Matching many of his forefathers, he carries a distinct confidence. The way he walks is not of the ordinary, more of a swagger. The way he smiles is no grin, it is a beam of light. Every word is no puff of air, but a force of nature in and of itself. Straight back and confident gray eyes give him away of the Averland lineage. Yet that is not all that Avery holds. Like his father, he too bears hair that is silky, firey red that speaks of both an exotic and foreign nature. His pale white skin and lighter gray tones in his eyes both provide a contrast to the near fire color of his hair.
He is definitely on the leaner side, with muscle more as an aesthetic than a strength enhancer. In fact, aesthetic is the word to describe most of him. His full lips, strong jaw, longer hair. They all flow into a distinctly handsome figure that many men dream of, yet few will ever achieve.
Backstory: Avery Averland. Bearing the name of the line's founder, another Avery Averland, he was gifted with both high prestige, and high expectations. So perhaps it is no surprise he embraced both, throwing himself into a world of work and achievement, and not always for the better. For while he is certainly an amazing figure, his ego has definitely grown as a resultant, his pride becoming as much for him as against him.
So when Avery heard of a chance to prove himself. Prove that the Averland line, and in extension, his very existence, he had no doubts. Avery never doubted himself, not now, not ever. Even as he signed his name away, he felt confident.
Class (what is your specialty?): Avery can best be classified as a knight archetype. He specializes in close combat against armored foes.
Skills: Avery, as have all knights, has acquired an extensive knowledge of blunt weaponry, the utilization of heavy armor, and a shield. As an extension of his education, and upon his assistance, he also learned the art of the blade and even duel wielding, a flashy call back to the original Avery Averland, who likewise duel wielded.
Why do you want to win?: Glory. That is the Averland way. |
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| 17 Apr 2017 03:15 AM |
Name:Bekit
Age:20
Gender:male
Appearance:wearing a silver helmet a shell shield and a spear made of gold a scar on near his eye white as snow eyes
Backstory:bekit was a spartan for an empire called Order he has fought in many wars and has seen unbelievable things he has killed a giant cut of a demons head and has destroyed army's only with his spear
Class:a spartan
Skills:can throw his spear and regain it can block most attacks with his shield if he loses his spear he can still fight with his fist
Why do you want to win?:glory and honour |
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| 17 Apr 2017 06:45 AM |
Alright, we've got some arrivals! :D I like most of yours. Windows, your guy is cool, but no, he didn't destroy an army only with his spear. Still, he'll have been a part of the Order's army (sure, I'll invent it, why not), maybe in an elite division, and have gotten experience there. The other guys, I approve. Good work everyone! :D |
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| 17 Apr 2017 08:40 AM |
(For now, I'm going to skip forward a bit in time to the end of the application period, since we have plenty of people. Everyone, keep in mind that the game IS still going to be open, we'll just introduce you at one point. :3 So now I'm going to write the end of the application period.) The applicants gathered near the great golden gates, watching as the sun set behind them. Everyone who wanted to come had come. There had been plenty of people who had been turned back, ridiculed for their lack of knowledge in any field. Some peasants in particular had been quite irksome. "But I can turn into a dog, watch!" one Ronald Jiberson had insisted, even as the guards had forced him out. "See? I've got an extra tuft of hair on##y##e####ow! And look, my fingernails are pointy! They're like claws! Wait!" Now, however, the accepted applicants had been waiting for a month. They'd received 3 meals every day, opportunities to clean themselves, and had permission to use the training areas that were featured in the castle. Indeed, nobody knew where permission to use the castle had come from. It had been a deserted wreck on the edge of Toronata, once impressive but now lacking in grandeur. It was the last memory of some ancient war. However, within a day of the posters going up, work had begun. Mages, faces beaded with concentration, lifted great blocks of masonry, ripped away vines that trailed up the stones, and installed wooden flooring, laying down each plank with magic. Anyone who had come to the king about the competition had been immediately escorted in that direction. Now, the castle was more or less in perfect, pristine condition. A few people entered their rooms to find their beds magicked halfway into the walls or floating in midair, but these reports were quickly fixed by the resident mages. "Probably Juza, this one," one grunted, pointing hi###t#####t a set of sheets that had come to life and were attempting to grab people and pull them into be####He always enjoyed Animation Charms...I'll have to talk to him." But now, the month had passed, everything had been fixed up, and the moon cycle allotted for the applicants to come was over. There had been a rumor that the gates at the entrance of the castle would do something spectacular at sunset, so everyone had come out onto the great lawn in front of the castle to watch. In all, there were a few thousand people gathered, staring at the gates, waiting for something to happen. The gates were two massive stones, engraved with runes and a large moon. Devoid of any color, they had sat open for an entire moon cycle, awaiting the contestants. But as the last rays of sunlight fell upon them, something extraordinary began to happen. The grooves in the stone that created the moon shape began to glow, then fill with liquid gold. People stepped back, trying to glimpse the full effect. The gold poured through the thousands of runes, and they began to change shape. The sun's orangey light was gone, but the gates glowed, the gold like a lamp in the darkness of night. Where was the moon? There it was, pulling up from the other side, rising into the air. And when the silver light touched the gates, the stone began to transform. It took on a metallic appearance, and began to cast off a silver light like the moon itself. And the gates started to move, pushing outward, closing the gap. A human could still fit through. Now only an exceptionally thin one. A mouse. A fly. There was a single crack, the dark night sky highlighting it against the glowing material. Then, there was no opening. There was a blast of silver light for one second, but then the doors had shut. A voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the atmosphere. "All contestants, report to the auditorium. Repeat, all contestants, report to the auditorium." The crowd moved as one toward the entrance of the castle. |
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| 17 Apr 2017 08:42 AM |
(For now, I'm going to skip forward a bit in time to the end of the application period, since we have plenty of people. Everyone, keep in mind that the game IS still going to be open, we'll just introduce you at one point. :3 So now I'm going to write the end of the application period.) The applicants gathered near the great golden gates, watching as the sun set behind them. Everyone who wanted to come had come. There had been plenty of people who had been turned back, ridiculed for their lack of knowledge in any field. Some peasants in particular had been quite irksome. "But I can turn into a dog, watch!" one Ronald Jiberson had insisted, even as the guards had forced him out. "See? I've got an extra bit of hair on my arm! And look, my fingernails are pointy! They're like claws! Wait!" Now, however, the accepted applicants had been waiting for a month. They'd received 3 meals every day, opportunities to clean themselves, and had permission to use the training areas that were featured in the castle. Indeed, nobody knew where permission to use the castle had come from. It had been a deserted wreck on the edge of Toronata, once impressive but now lacking in grandeur. It was the last memory of some ancient war. However, within a day of the posters going up, work had begun. Mages, faces beaded with concentration, lifted great blocks of masonry, ripped away vines that trailed up the stones, and installed wooden flooring, laying down each plank with magic. Anyone who had come to the king about the competition had been immediately escorted in that direction. Now, the castle was more or less in perfect, pristine condition. A few people entered their rooms to find their beds magicked halfway into the walls or floating in midair, but these reports were quickly fixed by the resident mages. "Probably Juza, this one," one grunted, pointing his long, gnarled staff at a set of sheets that had come to life and were attempting to grab people and make them lie down. "He always enjoyed Animation Charms...I'll have to talk to him." But now, the month had passed, everything had been fixed up, and the moon cycle allotted for the applicants to come was over. There had been a rumor that the gates at the entrance of the castle would do something spectacular at sunset, so everyone had come out onto the great lawn in front of the castle to watch. In all, there were a few thousand people gathered, staring at the gates, waiting for something to happen. The gates were two massive stones, engraved with runes and a large moon. Devoid of any color, they had sat open for an entire moon cycle, awaiting the contestants. But as the last rays of sunlight fell upon them, something extraordinary began to happen. The grooves in the stone that created the moon shape began to glow, then fill with liquid gold. People stepped back, trying to glimpse the full effect. The gold poured through the thousands of runes, and they began to change shape. The sun's orangey light was gone, but the gates glowed, the gold like a lamp in the darkness of night. Where was the moon? There it was, pulling up from the other side, rising into the air. And when the silver light touched the gates, the stone began to transform. It took on a metallic appearance, and began to cast off a silver light like the moon itself. And the gates started to move, pushing outward, closing the gap. A human could still fit through. Now only an exceptionally thin one. A mouse. A fly. There was a single crack, the dark night sky highlighting it against the glowing material. Then, there was no opening. There was a blast of silver light for one second, but then the doors had shut. A voice suddenly cuts through the tension in the atmosphere. "All contestants, report to the auditorium. Repeat, all contestants, report to the auditorium." The crowd moved as one toward the entrance of the castle. |
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| 17 Apr 2017 08:42 AM |
| oh wait I posted that 2 times .___. |
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| 17 Apr 2017 08:55 AM |
| (Well, now's the time. I want you guys to RP your characters entering and going to the auditorium. You can meet each other, make enemies, and more, but leave the auditorium speech to me. I've got it all planned out :3) |
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| 17 Apr 2017 08:58 AM |
| I walk into the auditorium I see some people not knowing their names I didn't ask I knew they would be trouble later if I were to make friends they would kill me that is what Order has thought taught me |
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| 17 Apr 2017 09:02 AM |
| (Good, although you can put in more description :3) |
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| 17 Apr 2017 09:03 AM |
| (I would but I'm waiting for the others for it to be more exciting) |
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| 17 Apr 2017 09:16 AM |
The Prototype The giant golem slowly stomped into the auditorium. It looked around, and went back walking around. |
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| 17 Apr 2017 09:33 AM |
| I walked up to the golem I looked at it he looked like an idiot I hit him with my spear "what an idiot" I said |
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| 17 Apr 2017 09:45 AM |
A guard steps in. "No fighting right now, the speech is going to begin soon!" The golem's face briefly flashes red, but then goes back to nothing. The warrior backs down, scowling. |
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