The Paths of Tragedy

((OOC: Ack! Careful! Anything you say (or do) can and will be used to stroke his ego in a court of role play!))

Wylliam looked with sympathy to Zeria, stroking the spot where she struck him. Poor girl, he thought, stepping closer to Zeria's back, she must have turned away to hide her tears of emarassment at her lack of my skills. Or perhaps, he thought, a look of deep concern crossing his face, she cries from her immeasurable regret at striking so handsome a thing as my face! "It's okay Zeria, I forgive you!" he said in as friendly a voice as he could manage, simultaneously patting her shoulder from behind. "We all do things we wish we could take back. Also, you needn't feel bad because you don't measure up well to me. It's unfair for you to compare yourself to someone as great as I. No one looks good when they do that. Really! You don't have to beat yourself up about it!" Wylliam thought for a few moments. "Or me, for that matter..."
 
As the day continued to run its course eventually the airship docked into a new city. As everyone began to leave Damian had returned to Raven, they both disembarked from the ship last and immediately looked for a suitable area to rest. As they both explored the town they occasionally overheard townspeople talking about a tournament. Not wanting to get too sidetracked they quickly tried to get away from the townspeople, it did not take long however before they gave in to it and began to persist a way of entering. They both began to search for one of his companions to see if they knew how to enter. They eventually came to an inn called the Morning star, he had no money so he remained outside, as the day reached dusk they both proceeded to look for an outside area where they could set up camp. They found one near the outskirts where a small cave could be seen, they soon managed to create a fire and then began to sleep.

When the new day began and the sun could be seen in the sky they both awoke, when they had both readied themselves for the new day they proceeded to the city again and returned to the Morning Star inn, if any of his allies were aroundit was possible they would be nearby. Though hungry they should have enough energy for the tournament, when they could be entered anyway.
 
Wylliam had done it now. Her hand snapped up and grasped his wrist tightly, her eyes burning with anger.

"You...self-centered...bastard! You can't get it through your skull that I think you're a useless idiot! I would cleave you in half right now if there weren't so many around to witness it! Now shut the hell up!"

She'd turned around by now, anger and rage played well across her face.

"I'm not concerned about fighting you, I'm not insecure, I don't feel sorry for hitting you, and if you don't silence yourself, I'll do it for you!"
 
((OLOL, the drama between Zeria and Wylliam is getting good :wacky: Just be careful with the god-modding, guys. BRING OUT DA DRAMA LLAMA!))

Jake sat in a booth, staring outside the window as he waited for Felldoh, Brome, and Hera to come back with their drinks. Meh, I wouldn't drink it anyways, Jake thought, an image of the brown chestnut beer appearing in his mind. I mean, alcohol is nasty; even gramps gets the virgin drinks. He turned his head slightly as Hera and the others walked up.

"There you are." Jake turned in his seat and pushed over to the side, allowing Brome to sit beside him. "I almost thought you drowned in the kegs." Felldoh allowed himself a chuckle as Hera sat beside him. It was entertaining for Jake: all three of his companions had their tails hanging beside them. It was all Jake could do to keep from laughing as Felldoh's bushy tail rustled against his leg. He may have been wearing jeans, but that didn't mean that a slight touch couldn't tickle him.

"Yes, the barman was rather surprised to see a squirrel and a mouse in his tavern," Brome said airily. "I could have sworn he was going to shout "demon rodents!' and stuff me and Felldoh into a barrel of wine. I don't know why, Felldoh would love it in there." Felldoh chuckled at his friend's jest.

"So you guys are in the tournament too?" Felldoh asked. He eyed the giant swords the two warriors had leaned against the table, alongside his own spears. "How can you carry those things around? They're huge!"

Hera shrugged. "Well, they aren't that heavy. To Jake, his is as light as a feather, and mine doesn't feel too much heavier than a rapier would to you, Felldoh." Felldoh became slack-jawed, staring at Jake, who was not really paying attention and sipping his coffee.

"I'll never get used to that sweetness," Jake mumbled, eyeing the coffee suspiciously. "Coffee is supposed to be bitter, something to keep you awake. This stuff is just...blargh."

"Must be the type of coffee bean they have here," Hera said dismissively. He turned to Felldoh, looking at the squirrel curiously. "I must admit, I'm rather surprised. Why are you entering the tournament, Felldoh?"

The squirrel shrugged. "I've got to make money somehow, and Brome wouldn't shut up unless I got out of our little forest. He's been egging me to join him on his excursions for a long while."

"Have not."

"Oh yes you have, young'un. It's been three seasons now since you told me of the tournament, and not a week has gone by that you haven't said, 'So Felldoh, have you signed up for the tournament?' I had to get a pidgeon to carry my message, just so you'd shut it." Felldoh chuckled good-naturedly; he was glad Brome had got him out of the house, and the little mouse always made him smile.

Hera flicked the bony, yet terrifyingly-sharp blade jutting out of his tail, hitting the flat of it. "We're just looking for someone, and a tournament always attracts a crowd. We'll be able to get information on our person's whereabouts, and have some fun while we're at it. Why do one job and make it a bore when you can do it and make it fun at the same time, eh?"

Felldoh nodded his head. "Yes, why make life a bore."

Brome rolled his eyes. "Life? We don't have lives. Well," he corrected, "you don't."

Jake intervened, sensing an oncoming quip. "Hey guys, maybe we should walk to the tourney grounds. We'll beat the procession by a day, keep away from all the crowds, and be able to check out the arena and see what kind of environment we'll be up against."

Hera nodded. "Yeah, we can drink on the way up there." He grabbed his blade and strapped it on. Felldoh and Brome looked at them, perplexed, but shrugged and got up. Felldoh grabbed his javelins while Jake strapped the Soul Shredder on.

The group walked out and stared towards the distant land of Celeste. It wasn't too far, maybe an hour's walk at most. Shouldering his pack, Brome started, and the other three followed suit, heading towards the tournament that would prove what it was the warriors were truly made of.

((Yeah, you'll note that I've given the coffee a rather explicit reference in my past three posts. That's cuz I recently got a full-time job at a Tim Horton's, and I'm bugging over all the free coffee I get :wacky: ))
 
The gates of the Colosseum opened, unleashing a blinding light that illuminated the the whole area. As the sudden flash faded, a shadowy figure emerged from the gates, and entering the Great Hall, made his presence known to the other contestants. It was the man who one this very same tournament 4 years ago when he fought overcame every challenge that stood in his way. His presence drew the attention of several fighters that stared at him intrigued, wondering how strong he was. Their eyes suddenly shifted to the sword he was carrying on his back, a weapon well known by all of those who had once fought the former Leader of the Royal Knights, Cairn Rosencrant.

With a slow pace, the man headed towards the very center of the Great Hall, his foot steps echoed through the once silent chambers. As he noticed two contestants arguing, Cairn could not avoid smiling and feeling disappointed. It seems that with the pass of years, discipline and respect among contestants has been lost, something that Cairn valued the most. Suddenly, he could not avoid noticing the identities of the two contestants that were involved in the brawl; one was Zeria Iiyasei, and the other one was William.

At first, he felt inclined to stop the battle, but then he realized that it wasn't his duty to do so, and by interfering he might just worsen the situation if he were to pick a side. Instead, he decided to watch from afar, staring at the free drama these fighters were providing.
 
"Self-Centered?" Wylliam asked with a hearty laugh, "certainly not. True, I'm not one to lie about my exceptional skill, or my killer looks, but I would never let my greatness get in the way of thinking of my friends." Wylliam returned to the wall, whipped around, and leaned against it. "You say you will shut me up. Fine, we let the tournament clear up our little dispute, though I can't for the life of me understand what makes you think you can beat me..." Wylliam then noticed what he felt to be the main attraction, from what he had seen of the other competitors. Cairn was observing from a distance, standing in quiet dignity. Wylliam waved at him, hoping to catch his eye. "Hey! It's safe now! Wait with us, Sir Cairn!" Wylliam was, for a second time, oblivious to the glares filled with ill-will issuing from the surrounding competitors.

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Skaol cracked open the Colosseum door and was immeadiately met with the raised voice of a woman, followed shortly by a voice undoubtably belonging to Wylliam. His resolve to keep his identity secret prompted him to wrap himself from head to toe in a worn, brown travelling cloak that only showed the bottom half of his face; the rest remained in shadow. He entered the grand hall as quietly as possible, taking every precaution not to look at Wylliam for fear he would blow his cover. A sudden shout from Wylliam halted him in his tracks, however. "Hey! It's safe now!" Had he seen him? What did safe mean? "Wait with us, Sir Cairn!" Skaol breathed with relief and sat down in a shadowy corner, doing as little as possible that would attract attention.
 
Cairn turned his eyes to the well polished floor, staring at his reflection. He sighed, briefly smiling after meditating about what fate had in store for him. As he awaited for the arguing between Zeria and William to end, Cairn folded his arms and leaned his back against one of the six pillars that surrounded the central area of the Great Hall, each pillar was a statue of the previous champion. One was Balther the Great, a man with fiery eyes and long beards, broad eyebrows and stone like face. The other two were Sir Francis Marquis, a noble clad in knight armor, and Lady Isabella Lancaster, a women whose beauty was only matched by her skill with the sword. The fifth pillar was Cairn, the statue portrayed him as a man of honor, dignity and discipline, whose eyes could see straight into your soul. The last, but not least, was the current champion, the statue resemblances a man whose face is hidden underneath a cloak, his body protected by a mighty armor that was made to look similar to gigantic muscles, and his hands grasping menacing blade.

As Cairn turned his eyes to the statues and glared upon the splendor, he noticed that the issues between Zeria and William seemed to have subsided. Pleased to see that the violence had ended, Cairn awaited patiently for the person hosting the tournament to appear. In the meantime, he payed attention to William who addressed to him with respect.

"Hey! It's safe now! Wait with us, Sir Cairn!"

Cairn smiled confidently, as he slightly moved away from the pillar and walked towards both Zeria and William. "It appears that there is some business between Lady Zeria and you, Sir William. I hope you save your energies for the tournament that awaits ahead. Now I wonder; where's Arthvader, Hera and Jake? The tournament is schedule to begin soon....I hope they get here in time."
 
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Zeria growled at Wylliam and folded her arms across her chest.

"Fine...we'll see who is better. And you're going to realize just how selfish and annoying you really are!"

When he called to Cairn, she looked and her expression shifted. She seemed almost relieved. Though, it was because there was no someone who could stop her from pummeling the crap out of Wylliam. With a sigh, she crossed over, stopping next to Cairn.

"Cairn....I have one question to ask. I don't care how weak I sound. I need to know because I clouded my mind in our earlier fight and refused to listen"

She took a deep breath, her eyes locking on him.

"How do I create a strong defense?"
 
Zeria Iiyasei said:
Zeria growled at Wylliam and folded her arms across her chest.

"Fine...we'll see who is better. And you're going to realize just how selfish and annoying you really are!"

When he called to Cairn, she looked and her expression shifted. She seemed almost relieved. Though, it was because there was no someone who could stop her from pummeling the crap out of Wylliam. With a sigh, she crossed over, stopping next to Cairn.

"Cairn....I have one question to ask. I don't care how weak I sound. I need to know because I clouded my mind in our earlier fight and refused to listen"

She took a deep breath, her eyes locking on him.

"How do I create a strong defense?"
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Cairn gave a brief laugh as he placed his left palm on his forehead and nodded. He then sighed, folding his arms across his chest and staring to Zeria. "Well..." Cairn began his statement with a wise tone of voice "To build a strong defense you must first know your limits, strengths and weaknesses. For example; when we fought, you were reckless and refused to listen to any advised, you allowed your rage to build up and although it clearly increased your strength, your accuracy and strategy was clearly affected, allowing me to easily foretell each and every one of your moves." Cairn then unfolded his arms and pointed towards the statue of Lady Isabella Lancaster. "You see" as he addressed to the tribute statue created for the past champion "She was just like you, reckless and stubborn. I was the one who trained her, and I had a hard time teaching her the basics. In fact, she took my place when I suffered from an injury that cost me my participation in the tournament." Cairn smiled as he remembered those old memories. "She was like the daughter I never had...I wonder if she is still part of the Royal Knights. She should be about 25 years old by now..."
 
Jake and Brome had been chattering the whole way to the coliseum. Hera smiled as he listened to the two loudmouths; they were in a debate between the healing arts against the warrior's way.

"Come on Brome, you can't beat the tyrants when you're a healer," Jake pointed out. "Yeah, it's awesome for keeping your own people alive, but we'd get nowhere if everybody was a healer."

"But violence solves nothing," Brome retorted. "No matter how much you fight, you will only cause more fighting. I'm not saying that sometimes you have to, how did you put it, "take it up a notch?" Of course we have to do that, but why does it have to be violent."

Felldoh rubbed his forehead. "Oh would you two stop bickering, you're giving me a headache."

"No way!" Felldoh winced as both Jake and Brome yelled out simultaneously.

Hera laughed. "Felldoh, you'll never get Jake to be quiet, especially when he's in a debate. He's kind of like me that way."

"So it seems," Felldoh grumbled. "Brome's the same way: once you get him talking, you can't get him to stop. He's my best mate, but even his talking gets annoying after a while."

Hera nodded. "Well, look at the bright side: we're here." Standing in front of them were two doors, magnificently decorated and well-preserved from the ages. Hera found it hard to believe that these were ruins, and whistled in admiration. "Impressive."

Jake gaped. "Yo, for an old ruin, this place looks awesome!"

Felldoh walked up and pushed open the door. "Well, shall we go in friends?" The group needed no further prompting. They walked in the door, heads held high.

But most normal people would have quailed at the looks they received. Hera was used to it; it's not every day you get a genetically-engineered race of alien coming into your tournament, but Felldoh and Brome were less seasoned.

While Felldoh kept a firm face, Hera could tell he was a little nervous. Giant squirrels weren't really all that common, and Felldoh had never been in this situation before. Brome, being a younger mouse, was almost completely quivering at the glares.

Jake put a hand around the mouse's shoulders. "Hey, don't worry. One of them lays a finger on you, I'll crack him with my sword."

Brome laughed wryly. "Jake, do you see the size of some of these people? They're huge, and you're...well, not!"

"I'm stronger than I look," Jake said, "so don't underestimate me."

"Ah Cairn!" Brome and Jake started, and saw Hera waving to Cairn. The group followed Hera at a quick pace, coming upon the group. Jake immediately recognized Zeria and Wylliam. He gave them a quick wave, and stood on Hera's right, with Felldoh flanking Hera's left.

"So, how've you guys been doing?" Hera asked.
 
Entas had been walking for a few minutes, and he had arrived at the arena.
He entered the door, that was for contestants, and just as he had entered, he slammed against an invisible wall, of battle auras.
He thought to himself that if his Visor had a reading for that, it would go off the scale.

He walked over to the armory, and asked what kind of weapons they had to lend to the participants, as he was for the moment, without a weapon.
The guard looked at him with a weird face; "You entered the tournament, and you have no weapons?" he stated, with a slight smile.
"Yes, i did that" Entas replied, feeling slightly stupid.

Even so, he was granted access to the armory, and started browsing for a weapon.
There was a plethora of weapons, more or less everything was here. Except the one weapon that Entas had the upper hand with. Firearms.
He sighed to himself, as he looked more around.

In the end, he could not decide. Instead, he activated a scanning program on the visor, to choose the weapon that was best suited to his body, both in weight, and usability.

After a few minutes scanning, it had made its choice.
He picked it up, and for the first time, he slightly doubted the visor's choice.
"You gotta be F'ing me" Entas stated to himself.

Regardless of this, he did his best, to 'equip' this under hos cape.
As he had 'pocketed' the weapon, he exited towards the main hall, where the others where awaiting.

He took a chair, that seemed to be vacant, and looked around.

There where a great deal of people in here. As well as some one that seemed like a knight, that stood nearby some arguing people.
By the looks of it, they seemed like a bickering couple.

Shortly after, the doors opened, and a blued furred creature entered, followed by 2 squirrel, and mouse looking creatures.
Entas had seen plenty of weird creatures, but the blue furred one, seemed to be high on the list.
Entas smiled to himself. Even thought himself is from the future, and he had seen plenty of alien races. This Blue furred one, was rather cool.
the blade in its tail where rather intimidating thou.

He sat back, and hoped that he where up against that.

Entas sighed to himself, as he awaited his name being called.

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OOC: I have chosen my weapon, but to preserve it as a secret, and PERHAPS a surprise, I will not state what it is, until the battle starts.
but rest assured, since Entas have NEVER used such a weapon, this will be interesting, EVEN considering his "auto learn" program.
 
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"Ah Cairn!" Brome and Jake started, and saw Hera waving to Cairn. The group followed Hera at a quick pace, coming upon the group. Jake immediately recognized Zeria and Wylliam. He gave them a quick wave, and stood on Hera's right, with Felldoh flanking Hera's left.

"So, how've you guys been doing?" Hera asked.
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Cairn turned as he heard Hera's voice calling him. The proud knight met Hera Ledro face to face, and he was smiling. Cairn knew that to be able to achieve a high rank in the tournament, he would have to get pass strong fighters, who knows if fate would make Cairn and Hera fight against each other, a battle Cairn was somehow looking forward.

"It is great to see you Hera Ledro. As for your question, so far we've been waiting for the person hosting the tournament. I am sure he will appear soon enough."
 
"So..." Wylliam began awkwardly, eyeing from head to foot... er... paw the creature with javelins strapped to his back, "you are indeed... a *ahem* giant squirrel." He was trying to be as polite as possible, but somehow, the sight of a sentient (not to mention human sized) creature he was used to seeing in trees and burying nuts was more unnerving than meeting two aliens out of the blue after seeing one of them blow the door off a bar.

His eyes continued to the javelins themselves, and he was struck with an idea of how to establish some common ground. "Well now! A fellow adept of the spear, it would seem! To be carrying that many, you must not limit yourself to close combat, eh?"
 
Felldoh raised his eyebrows appraisingly at the one Hera had called 'Wylliam.' "Yes, friend, and I see that you too use spears." Felldoh allowed himself a rare large grin. "I prefer to use them at range, but I won't be an idiot enough to get caught off-guard in melee."

Felldoh's spears were wickedly fashioned, and obviously original. Around mid-spear, there was a long wrapping of leather, what Hera supposed allowed Felldoh to wield the spear comfortably, much like a staff. Towards the pointed ends, there were three pairs of curved barbs, each sticking out and curling viciously back towards the staff, stopping little less than two inches from the shaft. The tips themselves flowed out slightly and angled inwards again, creating a double-edged spear head. On the other end of the leather wrapping was a double-pair of spikes; the pair closest to the leather wrapping curved towards the rear of the spear, and did not deviate too much from the haft itself. The one further away curved around that set, creating a make-shift handguard for the second set of leather wrappings, just below the double-barbs. At the rear of the second set of leather wrappings (more of a makeshift handle than anything) were two blade-like projections, or prongs. Like the spearhead and the barbs, these prongs were wickedly sharp. The ends themselves were darker than the haft of the spear, which told Hera that the spears had been hardened through burning, and sharpened thereafter. An impressive form of craftsmanship, Hera mused.

Almost hidden, just underneath the prongs on the haft of the spears, were very small niches. To compliment these and the spears themselves, there were two curved sticks that Felldoh had in his spear-holder. These were very sharp, blade-like at one end, located just above a niche similar to that on the spears, but pointing in the opposite direction. This suggested that these were launchers; the spear's niche would fit into the niche on the curved sticks, and could then be launched. The launchers were fairly curved, which allowed for greater launching power (more spring in the stick), and there was a leather wrapping on the end opposite the niche, essentially a grip for Felldoh to hold on to as he launched his spears.

Felldoh took one of the launchers out and fingered the sharp wooden blade on the launching end. "I wonder who my first match is going to be."

Hera shrugged. "Who knows? But," he muttered, turning to Cairn, "I hope the host comes soon. I want to know who I'm facing."

((I'll post a picture of the spears in the Discussion Thread, so that it will be easier to understand what they look like. But, I think I did a good job describing them there.))
 
Cairn nodded agreeing to Hera's comment about the host. Indeed, they have been waiting for quite an amount of time for the host to arrive, since he would be the one who will officially start the tournament. As the contestants awaited, more and more warriors arrived, among the a man clad in dark armor, similar to the one they met before at the city of Palacious when Zeria and the others fought against the mysterious entity known as "Dark Fayth-Samael". The dark knight was enshrouded in a veil of mystery, his face hidden underneath a dark cloak, similar to the ones worn by monks. Over his face, one could slightly notice some sort of mask, with only two oval shaped holes for the eyes, and a "S" carved on the left side of the mask, underneath the orifice made for the left eye. The mask had no other shape, no nose, no mouth, only two menacing eyes that stared at your from deep within the shadows.

Cairn noticed the presence of the dark knight and recognized him: it was the current champion, the one who would give one of these contestants an exhibition match to start the tournament. After a winner is decided, the champion will face him or her in a final battle to decide who is the true champion. As the dark knight walked through the crowded hall, he passed by Cairn and his party without even looking at them, his eyes were fixed on the giant doors at the top of the stairway, the path leading to the arena. To the left and right of the giant stairs were the fighters chambers, the rooms had the necessary items to supply contestants with all they need to prepare for the upcoming event. "It's him..." Cairn stated with a serious tone of voice, his eyes fixed on the dark knight.

Suddenly, the doors beyond the stairs opened, and the host of the tournament emerged from within. It was a middle age man, with long brown beard and mustache, small fiery eyes, broad eyebrows, and a long robe that covered most of his body. The robe was white, with golden runes decorating it, and underneath the robe the man was wearing a heavy breastplate, and both arm and leg armor, and iron gauntlets. With open arms, the host welcomed each and everyone of the contestants and bowed respectfully. Soon after, he stood tall, his very image dignified by his imposing and glorious presence.

"Welcome humans, elves, dwarves, and people from the other races of this glorious land. I would like to announce the beginning of the 30th Celeste Tournament. My name is Marcus Salazar, and I am the fortieth Castellan of this splendorous architecture. Even though it is known as The Colosseum, in fact this is only part of a gigantic structure built ages ago by my ancestors, people that ounce habited the now ruined region of Celeste. Now without much delay, let the Tournament begin!! I would like to add, if anyone else wishes to participate, please state it before the first round begins, or sadly you won't be able to participate. Enjoy!"

Salazar snapped his fingers and aimed to the giant board that hung from the wall behind Cairn and his party. Quickly, one of the guards ran towards the board and stuck a giant scroll that had the list of the contestants and who they would be fighting against. The battles will held per turn, meaning that we will have only one battle at a time (because we only have one arena :P)


List of Participants
~First Round~
Cairn nodded agreeing to Hera's comment about the host. Indeed, they have been waiting for quite an amount of time for the host to arrive, since he would be the one who will officially start the tournament. As the contestants awaited, more and more warriors arrived, among the a man clad in dark armor, similar to the one they met before at the city of Palacious when Zeria and the others fought against the mysterious entity known as "Dark Fayth-Samael". The dark knight was enshrouded in a veil of mystery, his face hidden underneath a dark cloak, similar to the ones worn by monks. Over his face, one could slightly notice some sort of mask, with only two oval shaped holes for the eyes, and a "S" carved on the left side of the mask, underneath the orifice made for the left eye. The mask had no other shape, no nose, no mouth, only two menacing eyes that stared at your from deep within the shadows.

Cairn noticed the presence of the dark knight and recognized him: it was the current champion, the one who would give one of these contestants an exhibition match to start the tournament. After a winner is decided, the champion will face him or her in a final battle to decide who is the true champion. As the dark knight walked through the crowded hall, he passed by Cairn and his party without even looking at them, his eyes were fixed on the giant doors at the top of the stairway, the path leading to the arena. To the left and right of the giant stairs were the fighters chambers, the rooms had the necessary items to supply contestants with all they need to prepare for the upcoming event. "It's him..." Cairn stated with a serious tone of voice, his eyes fixed on the dark knight.

Suddenly, the doors beyond the stairs opened, and the host of the tournament emerged from within. It was a middle age man, with long brown beard and mustache, small fiery eyes, broad eyebrows, and a long robe that covered most of his body. The robe was white, with golden runes decorating it, and underneath the robe the man was wearing a heavy breastplate, and both arm and leg armor, and iron gauntlets. With open arms, the host welcomed each and everyone of the contestants and bowed respectfully. Soon after, he stood tall, his very image dignified by his imposing and glorious presence.

"Welcome humans, elves, dwarves, and people from the other races of this glorious land. I would like to announce the beginning of the 30th Celeste Tournament. My name is Marcus Salazar, and I am the fortieth Castellan of this splendorous architecture. Even though it is known as The Colosseum, in fact this is only part of a gigantic structure built ages ago by my ancestors, people that ounce habited the now ruined region of Celeste. Now without much delay, let the Tournament begin!! I would like to add, if anyone else wishes to participate, please state it before the first round begins, or sadly you won't be able to participate. Enjoy!"

Salazar snapped his fingers and aimed to the giant board that hung from the wall behind Cairn and his party. Quickly, one of the guards ran towards the board and stuck a giant scroll that had the list of the contestants and who they would be fighting against. The battles will held per turn, meaning that we will have only one battle at a time (because we only have one arena :P)


List of Participants
~First Round~
  • Cairn Rosencrant - Hera Ledro
  • Nameless Warrior (Julius Argexis)- Jake King
  • Dark Knight (Lucius) - Arthvader
  • William - Zeria Iiyasei
  • Preston - (FFGuy's character)
  • Felldoh - Entas
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Somewhere near Celeste....

Julius have been pursuing Hejaloki for hours, and it seemed that he would eventually get him cornered to finish him. While chasing Hejaloki, Julius could not avoid feeling the presence of his other half, his twin soul Lucius making an act of appearance near the Colosseum. After thinking that it would be entertaining to participate in the tournament as well, Julius opted for not following Hejaloki anymore.

"You are lucky....next time....I will end your life....just like I did with "her" a millenniums ago...."

Suddenly, Julius was covered by dark mist and swallowed by the darkness, disappearing almost instantly.

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Back on the Colosseum

Cairn was staring at the announcing board and noticed that his first battle was against Hera Ledro. Amazed, Cairn could not avoid feeling proud of having his first battle against someone as skilled as Hera Ledro, and he was quite eager to see how well this dragon warrior was with the sword. "It seems that my first battle might be my last....Hahahaha!" Cairn commented and laughed with a great sense of humor, as he stretched his right hand towards Hera Ledro and offered him a handshake. "Let it be glorious, if I fall then I am proud of falling to one of the best. My time has passed, now the colosseum demands fresh blood. Who knows! Maybe you could be the champion, or Jake, or anyone here." Just as he voiced out his opinions proudly, another man enshrouded in mystery arrived. The man was wearing a large robe that covered his body and hid his identity. Having signed up late, he knew he would be set to fight against a random contestant, and fate was humorous enough to have him placed on a battle against Jacob Luke King. With a slow, yet threatening pace, the man headed towards Jake who would be his first opponent and noticed the presence of his former comrades. Not giving them much importance, he rose his hand (his hands were protected by fearsome gauntlets that resemblance a dragon's talon) and pointed a single finger towards Jake's face. The man could be heard smiling deep from deep within the cloak.

"Perfect...my battle against a rarity of nature...how amusing...."

The nameless warriors said with a mocking tone as he lowered his hand and turned his back on Jake, leaving towards the warriors' chambers. Cairn stared at the leaving man seriously, then shifted his eyes towards Jake, knowing Jake's explosive nature, it was evident that the young dragon warrior would burst in anger after being taunted by the nameless warrior.

"Hold your horses Jake. That man should not be taken lightly. I sense darkness, pure darkness and malice emanating from him. I would be careful if I were you..."
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Somewhere near Celeste....

Julius have been pursuing Hejaloki for hours, and it seemed that he would eventually get him cornered to finish him. While chasing Hejaloki, Julius could not avoid feeling the presence of his other half, his twin soul Lucius making an act of appearance near the Colosseum. After thinking that it would be entertaining to participate in the tournament as well, Julius opted for not following Hejaloki anymore.

"You are lucky....next time....I will end your life....just like I did with "her" a millenniums ago...."

Suddenly, Julius was covered by dark mist and swallowed by the darkness, disappearing almost instantly.

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Back on the Colosseum

Cairn was staring at the announcing board and noticed that his first battle was against Hera Ledro. Amazed, Cairn could not avoid feeling proud of having his first battle against someone as skilled as Hera Ledro, and he was quite eager to see how well this dragon warrior was with the sword. "It seems that my first battle might be my last....Hahahaha!" Cairn commented and laughed with a great sense of humor, as he stretched his right hand towards Hera Ledro and offered him a handshake. "Let it be glorious, if I fall then I am proud of falling to one of the best. My time has passed, now the colosseum demands fresh blood. Who knows! Maybe you could be the champion, or Jake, or anyone here." Just as he voiced out his opinions proudly, another man enshrouded in mystery arrived. The man was wearing a large robe that covered his body and hid his identity. Having signed up late, he knew he would be set to fight against a random contestant, and fate was humorous enough to have him placed on a battle against Jacob Luke King. With a slow, yet threatening pace, the man headed towards Jake who would be his first opponent and noticed the presence of his former comrades. Not giving them much importance, he rose his hand (his hands were protected by fearsome gauntlets that resemblance a dragon's talon) and pointed a single finger towards Jake's face. The man could be heard smiling deep from deep within the cloak.

"Perfect...my battle against a rarity of nature...how amusing...."

The nameless warriors said with a mocking tone as he lowered his hand and turned his back on Jake, leaving towards the warriors' chambers. Cairn stared at the leaving man seriously, then shifted his eyes towards Jake, knowing Jake's explosive nature, it was evident that the young dragon warrior would burst in anger after being taunted by the nameless warrior.

"Hold your horses Jake. That man should not be taken lightly. I sense darkness, pure darkness and malice emanating from him. I would be careful if I were you..."
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Hera respectfully listened to the host's speech, but was more intrigued by his appearance. It was odd for royalty itself to appear as the host - Hera remembered that it was usually a delegate that was sent to do so. It made no big difference, though; the tournament would begin either way.

When the rosters were posted Hera took a swift glance. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at his first opponent: Cairn. Hera allowed a large grin to paint itself upon his face.

Julius spoke heartily to Hera. "It seems that my first battle might be my last....Hahahaha!"

Hera laughed and shook Cairn's hand as the man continued. "Let it be glorious, if I fall then I am proud of falling to one of the best. My time has passed, now the colosseum demands fresh blood. Who knows! Maybe you could be the champion, or Jake, or anyone here."

Hera shook his head, still smiling benignly. "You will not fall, I guarantee it. I may try my hardest to beat you, but I wouldn't dream of killing you." Hera stole a glance at Jake, who was checking the roster with Felldoh. "And I'm not going to underestimate these fighters: some of them may look like brainless fools, but I'm not fool enough to judge by appearances."

"Awesome!" Hera turned his head to see Jake crowing. "Gramps, I'm in the second match! My opponent is some Nameless Warrior guy." He cracked his knuckles, grinning in mock malice. "I need some excitement."

"I'm against somebody called 'Entas'," Felldoh said, walking up alongside Jake. "Sounds like he might be a good match."

Before Jake or Brome could reply, a man walked up and pointed straight at Jake, malevolence ebbing out of the very gesture. "Perfect...my battle against a rarity of nature...how amusing...."

"A what?" Jake growled. "You trying to say that I'm some kind of freak, buddy?" The man didn't reply, and stalked off towards the warrior's chambers. Jake stepped forward, yelling, "Hey, I'm talking to you!"

"Hold your horses Jake. That man should not be taken lightly. I sense darkness, pure darkness and malice emanating from him. I would be careful if I were you..." Jake looked at Cairn. The man's wisdom was undeniable here; Jake's foe himself seemed to be nothing but pure evil.

"Yeah," Jake growled, staring after the retreating figure of his dark foe, "I'll save it for the ring." He glanced at Hera's hand, which had just placed itself upon Jake's left shoulder, and then stared back at the man. There really was something evil about him, and Jake had to find out why.

((LOL Julius, you posted the same thing like, 3 times XD Also, what's with the Jake Long thing? He's Jake King, not Jake Long :P))
 
Entas looked at the host of this fight, he seemed like a respectable fellow.
As the scroll was posted, Entas waited a few minutes, as to avoid the rush.

As a few minutes had passed, only a select few stood around the board ((You dudes))
Entas got out of his seated location, and walked over towards the scroll.
Plenty of names covered the scroll.
And after a few seconds, Entas spotted his name.

"Felldoh, eh.." he stated to himself.
He began to wonder as he turned around, scanning the room
Which one of the warriors here, where to be his opponent.
Which would be the first 'test subject' to his new weapon.

He opened his cloak, and looked at it.
He closed it with a sigh, still in doubt.
"Ah well, Ill take it as it comes" he muttered to himself, as he went back to his seat.
 
Hejaloki saw him disappear.

This is not good Hejaloki thought to himself.

Hejaloki took out his necklace and looked at it. He knew the necklace held the key to redemption for his old friend if he could figure it out.

Hejaloki let white mist consume him and take him to the Colosseum, where he will watch for him.
 
((OOC: Don't forget, Skaol registered under the name of Preston to hide his identity from Wylliam.))

Wylliam looked the scroll up and down and tried to whistle. Again. He failed. Again. Clearing his throat, he looked over to Zeria. "Fate has a sense of humor, it seems," he said with a laugh, then returned his eyes to the board. "Uh-oh, looks like they're short a participant. This guy here, Preston, may just be getting a bye this round." Wylliam looked around and spotted a man in a worn traveling cloak staring at him. Noticing Wylliam's eyes, the man jumped and hurried from the room. "Hm, if that's Preston, than he sure is a jumpy little fellow." He then let out a deep laugh. "Then again, perhaps he recognized me, and was nervous to be in the same tourney as a famous mercenary like me. Understandable, guy probably was relieved not to be fighting me this round." Wylliam, with a renewed spirit of tenacity, once again attempted in vain to whistle.
 
Seeing how he'll have to fight the dark knight early on in the tournament, Arthvader stood up from where he was and headed towards Cairn, who was talking with Hera. "Hey there guys, It's been a while. You guys think you'll be ready to bring out your best?" He said as he waits with excitment for his match. Wanting to know more, he asked about who they will battle against. "So, who'll you guys battle against first? apparently, I have ended up with battling against the dark knight."
 
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