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Post by Dorn Koon on Mar 6, 2019 17:54:42 GMT -4
Nestled into the side of the Sacred Plateau located in the far southwestern corner of Hyrule Field, Hyrule Coliseum, a gem of martial prowess and daring conflicts of power, courage and wisdom. Founded and constructed on order of the grandfather to the now ruling Duke Alyxandros Tenebris. With a country at peace, it has been an important source of training for aspiring militaries, adventurers and gladiators. Small tournaments take place almost every day, with prices varying depending on the importance of the contest. Three months ago an announcement was made. Citizens of Hyrule
By decree of his lordship Alyxander Tenebris, and her ladyship Euryale Tenebris, there will be a tournament taking place at the Hyrule Coliseum in three months time. It will be a contest where we invite all who desire to prove their mettle in the ring. An opportunity for glory and riches await you!
The contest will be split into three parts, with a fourth elimination round being added in the event that the number of contestants has exceeded a previously determined number. The three following contests will all follow the Golden gifts of the gods, Courage, Power and Wisdom. A sharp mind is as important as a sharp blade, and all are warned that this is not for the faint of heart.
What will you gain from taking part in this contest? Each contestant who manages to pass the elimination round will all win a sum of 10.000 rupees, to be given at the award ceremony afterwards. (In case of death the sum will be sent to the next of kin) Other random prizes will be won as part of each separate contest, with the opportunity to walk away with winnings even if you do not get first place. The winner will (apart from what they have already won earlier) also receive a sum of 100.000 rupees, an estate located in Hyrule Town, and a secret treasure.
- Brutus Blackstalk
Coliseum Steward and Couch
And that day had now arrived, along with a steady stream of visitors, guests and merchants who came in order to enjoy themselves and sell their wares to the highest bidder. The village was bustling with life from near and far, people had arrived from all over the kingdom in search of whatever it was they desired.
The Contestants Those who came in order to take part in the competition were shown to a desk with a bright young woman behind it. She quickly introduced herself was Jublee and told them to sign all the required documents. "It is easy enough to understand, on order of the King this is a non-killing contest. We had trouble in the past, and we seek to raise the moral of the people, not lower it with unnecessary deaths." She said with a smile as she handed over a small golden pendant with a triforce on. "This here is your right to take part in the contest, you are required to carry it with you at all times, and it also entitles you to free food and drink, along with a room at the local inn. If you have any further questions, do not hesitate to seek us out!" And with your registration in the order, you're told to wait inside a side room from the arena together with the other contestants. At your arrival, there is a fair number of people there already, of different people and with different visible backgrounds. The air is tense, and few talk to each other, sharking suspicious glances at their rivals. You're not alone with the other contestants, and standing in front of the gate leading out to the arena is an impressive individual wearing a large armour. This person is Brutus Blackstalk, the coliseum steward and coach for the gladiators that live and train there in a more professional capacity. He has so far not talked to anyone, and none have dared to approach him. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Visitors and Guests The price to enter the arena as a visitor is ten rupees, 5 rupees for children under the age of ten. The seats all have a first come, first served business, unless someone has been able to get one of the private boxes reserved for those who can pay for it. Once you enter you find the whole place abustle with life as people find their seats and talk about the games to come. You hear many conversations about possible contestants, favourite gladiators and heroes from local villages who have travelled there to test their prowess. There is an aura of excitement at the prospect of violence, and many praise the duke and duchess for thinking of the people. On the grand box, many are able to view that the duke and duchess have not arrived yet, and their seats remain empty. Another thing of notice is the unusual platform that has been built down on the floor of the arena. A large slab of stone shaped like a circle that takes up most of the area. What is that? Is this a part of the contest? There sure are many mages here, wonder why they are there? (Located around the arena are a number of people dressed in purple robes decorated with arcane symbols)
A person of note is a woman walking around selling candy, dressed in a purple/white dress she calls out all the goodies she is selling. Sugarbirds, chocolate pigs, and honey bees are some of the things she has in stock, popular among the visiting children, and adults with a sugar tooth. Her name is Mandy, and locals know her as a very energetic girl with a nose for business, and passion for anything sweet. But even if she is sweet she also has a reputation as a skilled swordswoman, something people who cross her have experienced. "Come and get yer sugar birdies! Get them before they fly away! I can guarantee that the chocolate pigs will have ye squealing for more!"
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on Mar 6, 2019 20:25:47 GMT -4
So many juicy little morsels! Admittedly it'd be hard to eat the little snacks here with so many people watching as it'd undoubtedly cause problem. If there was something spiders were, though, it was patient, so Aranha simply observed the spectators as they all came walking into the arena. She had come here to watch the little event. Even though it was a no-kill style of battle (typical humans, taking away all the fun!), she had decided that more likely than not, someone would leave this place wounded. Even if they had excellent healers, all she needed was that someone was exhausted on their way out of here for her to hunt them down and eat them.
Besides, the winner would probably be a very good mate! Or even better, a very tasty snack! OR BOTH! Her eyes almost teared up at that prospect as she went to get a seat.
Perhaps she should've gotten one of those booths, as many of the visitors here recognized her. Oh, who was she kidding? She basked in the attention. Many of them were hypocrites who'd claim they've never visited her little opium den that she ran, but the list of people she DIDN'T recognize was shorter than the one of people she did.
She gave her more regular customers sly little winks and watched them blush, or get scolded by their significant others, and giggled ever so softly as she threw a kiss to a woman that came by her opium den every week, only to see the woman sit up straight, red as a tomato, and watch the stands on the other side of the arena, pretending Aranha didn't exist.
Her human form was very appealing in of its own, curvaceous and inviting, but her alluring-magic was working full force and it was almost as if the people around her smelt a perfume that allured them, as more and more became drawn to her. She wasn't going to do anything until AFTER the games, but she already began spinning people into her webs, figuratively AND literally, for if there was anything spiders had, it was patience.
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Post by Meta on Mar 7, 2019 0:53:05 GMT -4
One of the contestants approached the lumbering giant Brutus and playfully hit him on the shoulder. "Good to see you still managing the gate, you big lug.", spoke a red-haired woman with a scarred face in dark full plate armor. She had two Urumis sheathed on her belt, much like several Coliseum contestants before her. Funnily enough, all of those prior contestants were killed during past deathmatches, except for this one, Razesh. She had just recently started fighting in the Coliseum, but she had done well thus far.
She grinned widely as she turned back and sized up the competition, not really minding Brutus' presence right behind her. "Mm, damn shame we're not allowed to go all out, this group looks tasty..." Razesh said to no one in particular.
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Post by sesh on Mar 7, 2019 2:58:33 GMT -4
“Nonlethal!” shouted a boisterous voice, drawing up gazes from the many nervous and excited combatants in the waiting room. “Can you believe it, Crag? No killing, she says!” The owner of the voice was a brutish Hylian of coffee complexion, with ugly veins dividing chunks of scarred muscle on every inch of his body. His entire head was coated in patchy stubble, even where hair rarely grew on a man. The target of his yelling was another being of equitable size and ruggedness, though with a demeanor far more passive.
“Yer right again, Bunk!” the other replied, revealing no more than half a dozen teeth propped up by neglected gums. He was the fouler-looking of the two, which was an impressive accomplishment. “What good’s’a brawl wit’out a bit o’ blood!” Various pairs of eyes snuck glances to size up the two loud figures, while others seemed distracted by impending combat. The grunt known as Crag caught some of the onlookers, and his rotten grin drew looks of disgust and terror that turned them all away.
“Bunch of daisies,” the other, Bunk, said with copious spittle. “Cravens and children, the whole lot. Makes me feel like the schoolyard bully again.”
“But,” Crag interjected, “ye’ve never been t’ school, Bunk.”
The stubbled goon pulled back his cannon of a arm and launched it into his comrade’s shoulder. Crag let out a beastly holler. “Neither have you, you thickskulled ape!” His dimwitted friend responded to the jab in kind, grasping Bunk by the shoulders and delivering a barbaric headbutt that rang out with a boney thud. The two began wrestling at their seats before spilling out into the center of the waiting room. The large guard, Brutus, seemed to look upon the fighting with little interest. Unless real weapons were drawn, simple sparring wasn't necessarily forbidden. Bunk climbed atop Crag and held him flat on his back before issuing a barrage of punches to the face. Two of the six precious teeth Crag owned were lying bloody nearby on the floor.
"Quit acting like infants. You're not impressing anyone," commanded a voice from the corner, and it was like gravel massaged on sandpaper.
The two oafs stopped suddenly and looked about, Bunk with fury in his eyes and Crag with dizziness. The former helped the latter to his feet, and suddenly both were glaring as a figure bundled in a worn, azure cloak. "And who's this bossin' us around, Crag?" the first spat, his voice trembling from the adrenaline. Crag caught his breath, then wiped the blood mixed with spittle from his chin.
"Thinks he's th' master 'round 'ere, Ol' Bunk!" the dumber one chuckled. "Mayhaps he's lookin' fer lessons! Can I teach 'em, Bunk?" Giggling like a humored ox, Crag began a bumbling stroll towards the corner. His pace quickly picked up into a stride reinforced by the massive weight of the bulky fool. Crag lowered his head as the others near the corner quickly leapt out of the way, but the cloaked figure was motionless like stone.
Quick as a viper, the cloak flew away and the figure stood before his attacker. Crag was suddenly suspended a foot from the ground, and his neck was firmly clasped by a monstrous claw stretching out from a finger-less gauntlet. With the cloak out of the way, a reptilian man stood towering above all the others seated nearby and matching Crag's height with the latter lifted from the ground. His armor was very old and heavily used, and his flesh was covered with scales that had seen the abuse of many conflicts. The left eye of creature was covered in a tattered eyepatch, and his other eye was devoid of all color. A low rattle sounded from the warrior's throat, like a gator hissing from beneath a swamp surface.
"Looks like I've caught a nice, fat hog," the lizardman growled, his grip tightening. The sharp claws dug deeper until skin broke, and thin drops of blood trickled from Crag's neck. The choking brute flopped about but couldn't break from the hold, and his face began to turn blue. "You court doom picking Sobek as your foe." As the struggling thug reached unconsciousness, Sobek tossed him to the floor with a ruthless crash. The other, though suddenly stunned with shock, drew up courage (or stupidity) and ran to his buddy's side.
"T-the Slate Gator, I-" Bunk swallowed the lump in his throat, and large beads of sweat formed on his brow. "He didn't know! W-we're out of here, you won't see us again!" Bunk dragged his dazed friend to the exit, a shallow trail of blood marking their departure. Sobek grabbed his cloak from the floor and fastened it back onto his pauldrons and returned to his seat. This time, however, his neighbors had slid several meters away.
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Post by NajaSide on Mar 7, 2019 4:11:37 GMT -4
Up until Sobek's interruption, Maewin had been spending his time quietly mocking the two of them, parroting their little tussle with his hands. He had been sitting off to the side among the group of rubbernecking onlookers as they squabbled back and forth.
But then the big ol' Slate Gator had to show up and ruin the show.
Glancing off to the side at the new voice, Maewin scoffed lowly. Well, at the very least, maybe the new one could give them a little provide some motivation. Some drama. Some performance enhancements.
The warrior sat back, crossing his arms and smiling to himself as Crag readied himself. In his peripheral vision, he could see the others moving out of the way, as if terrified the man could wield the devastating strength of a bowled bombchu. But Maewin sat in place, simply fascinated by the whole scene. The dullard was just like a doggish bull.
And then it was all over.
The poor man hung in the air for a mere moment, and then he was cut down and tossed aside like a grilled bullbo.
Maewin waited till the two had vanished from sight before letting out a snort. Then he shook his head, looking across the waiting area over toward Sobek. "Damn! Ya got rid of the warm-up comedians. Maybe they weren't impressive, but hey there is no denying they were some nice entertainment. Right, guys?" He looks over towards the others in the room, giving an exaggerated wave at them. His words were met with silence. "Well, I sure we hope we have some other members of Courage left in this crowd. It'd be a fuckin' shame if it was just Wisdom and Power left." He slaps his leg.
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Post by Dorn Koon on Mar 11, 2019 21:56:05 GMT -4
Brutus did not seem to react much when the woman came over and talk to him, he remained motionless and for a few moments, it did not even seem as if he noticed that she hit his shoulder. "I do my job..." His voice was deep and had a metallic echo behind. "I'm sure you will have your fill of violence in due time, the master and mistress would not have organized it this way without something in mind. But, that would be speculating..." His voice died away and he did not say anything more... looking ahead at the growing crowd of people in the chamber.
The large "knight" spoke up again after the stunt that sent two of the contestants out. "Save that for the arena Sobek..." His voice was as monotonous it had always been. "The elimination round will start shortly, so you better be ready for it, it was specially designed to... weed out the weaklings." This was not aimed at anyone, but it still caused a few people to think the better of this whole business and leave the area without commenting.
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When he came down from the mountains he did not know that he was going to run into something like this, this... was this what humans called a festival? Thordan had arrived not long ago, and he was still trying to get a hang on this whole business with being around so many mortals. He had never seen so many of them, and to be honest he had been very surprised when there were soooooooo many of them all over. From the way people talked in the village he had figured out, there was going to be some kind of big event in the arena... something with fighting and a contest based around power, wisdom and courage. That did sound interesting and could be a good opportunity for him to experience some mortal costumes.
His first challenge was getting inside, he had been thinking to first take part, but he really did not know the rules and he could always take part in the future if it looked like fun. So, instead, he went to get a seat and watch it from the side. Thor did not think much about it when he paid for his ticket with a silver rupee... not like he lacked those, what was the big deal? He did stay long enough for the surprised woman to give him any change. He was also drawing more than a few eyes due to the horns growing out of his head, and many people had to do a double take and look at him again to make sure they saw right.
Once he was up among the seats he slowly made his way around to find somewhere he could sit. (Cursing his shortness in this humanoid form) Finally, he was able to get a place close to the railing of the arena. Yes, he was most likely going to see things well enough from this seat... and for some reason, those closest to him seemed like his presence made them uncomfortable, so they... moved. Thor tried to figure out if that was some kind of mortal costume or not, it certainly was not something his mother had told him about.
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Post by Nintendo Mastah on Mar 21, 2019 16:37:21 GMT -4
Aranha was sitting there, enjoying the spectacle around her, or rather, she was picking out who looked the juciest. As she looked around, she spotted someone just a few seats away. A boy sporting HORNS! How peculiar! Her curiosity piqued, she started squeezing her way through the show-goers to a seat next to this curious one. Next to the boy sat a rather dull-looking man, and Aranha locked eyes with him and smiled. "Hello, my dear sir", she began kindly, her slight accent and calm voice instantly catching the man's attention. She pouted her lips a little and leaned in towards his, her cleavage rather visible. "I am terribly sorry to bother you but my seat over there is so dull and boring, it's way in the shadows. It is still a good view, but I prefer to sit in the sun, what with my skin being oh so very pale as you can see. Would you be a darlin' and swap places with me? I would be VERY grateful!".
The man, doing his best not to stare down her cleavage, was blushing heavily and nodded. "I.. Ehrm, of course, madame, anything to help a lady in need". Aranha squealed with joy and clapped her hands together and then leaned in to plant a kiss on the man's cheek. "Aren't you a DARLIN'! Thanks a lot, you know how to make a girl happy for sure!", she said as the man left to take his new seat, a lipstick imprint on his cheek. Aranha dropped down into her new seat, right next to the strange boy with horns. "Hello, little butterfly", she began. "Nice to meet you. I am Aranha Pajak, who might you be?". She held out her hand like a noblewoman expecting to have it kissed. She doubted the boy knew such manners, but who knew! As far as she knew, he could cite poetry in the moblin language!
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Post by Meta on Mar 27, 2019 13:12:43 GMT -4
Thing were alright for 'Razesh' until Sobek's display. Blood and pain before the tournament even started. Her hands twitched with excitement. Despite Brutus' disapproval, she approached Sobek, attracted like a moth to a flame.
"Mm, all the jokers do is squeal like pigs and keep the matches from lasting long enough to be fun. I'd say a service was done in keeping this contest challenging and deadly, even before the elimination round..." She spoke in response to Maewin's comments, grinning as she did.
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Near Aranha and Thordan, a Zora wearing robes was lying all the way back on her seat, drumming her fingers on the arm of the seat. "Oh, how long must we wait for this blood sport to begin? Someone stab somebody already..." She spoke aloud, not at anyone in particular.
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Post by sesh on Mar 29, 2019 2:03:10 GMT -4
The scuffle had drawn in plenty of unwanted attention. Sobek, in his frequent solitude, had grown to detest the company of others. The room was cramped with all his prospective prey, though fortunately he found the most cowardly running for the hills with just a little provocation. He hadn't wanted to attack the two boasting buffoons earlier, but it couldn't be helped. Only too often had the sellsword found himself brutalizing a pushy tavern drunkard, local loudmouth racist, or misguided monster hunter that stepped too close into his personal bubble. The act of punishing overconfident idiots was becoming something of a hobby.
Sobek first looked to the official, Brutus, and offered a curt nod to acknowledge the request. The halfblood had no intention on leaving on a technical disqualification. He had noticed that the intimidated neighbors that had slide away down the bench were quickly replaced with two others; a woman approaching and another figure from across the chamber. They either had bravery in spades or little regard for their own wellbeing; all too often the "heroes" of Hyrule seemed to bear both qualities. Sobek knew he could only stay so far away from the talkative two in such a small space, and instead engaged them from arm's length.
"Wisdom?" Sobek repeated to the further speaker, his guttural voice dripping with contempt. "I've more wisdom in by back teeth than most of this lot combined. Not very wise for any of us, truthfully, to offer up our lives up for the entertainment of... strangers. Animals, Sobek had wanted to say. He found the populace of Hyrule to be a very ironic bunch. They pushed him away since his birth for his cursed blood, but this only gave him a better view as an observer. Their resemblance to the fauna of their land was uncanny. Bloodthirsty creatures, most of them. Slaves to impulse and instinct and fear. At one point he wanted to join the society they excluded him from, but it grew less desirable by the day.
Turning back to the conversation at hand, Sobek steered his good eye to the closer woman that had approached. "There's not much challenge when no one here is fighting for survival," the hunter proclaimed, alluding to the rules. "Seems cruel to me, though. There's less suffering in a quick, clean kill. Beating your foe and leaving them to endure this world for another day? Surely that's the more torturous option." His gaze shifted back to the first stranger, then the second, and then to neither directly. "You don't look much like fighters to me. Not that appearances mean much these days."
A monster with yellow eyes... Sobek pondered, scrutinizing his new acquaintances with a abyssal black eye. ... and a powerful aura? He soon found himself staring at the person sitting across the room. The eyes seemed to match, and a certain aura could be felt... but the description just didn't seem to fit. The bounty hunter knew when he had the target in his sights. This wasn't that moment.
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Post by NajaSide on Apr 1, 2019 18:34:56 GMT -4
Unable to help himself, Maewin tilted his head back in laughter. His mane of hair flung about like a dying fire, though its flickering flames became little more the scorched embers after a moment or two. He reached into his coat, drawing a handkerchief to dab at his dry eyes. Then he tucked it away and held a hand up to his chest. "To suggest I might represent Power..." He sniffles. "You do flatter me, sir." Not once does he stop smiling, not even when his little moment is interrupted.
The mercenary's eyes flickered in Razesh's direction, but only for the briefest moment. Though there was no denying her point, they could've been nice for the interludes at least. They were restricted by the tourney's rules after all, as Sobek pointed out. But ah, she was not his prey, and nor in fact did Damon seem hers.
He used this window to wipe at his ashen face again. Surely, he can't be hamming it up anymore than he already has. "Oh! I am touched with your concern, Sir Gator. Truly touched. But not to worry, I am most skilled. Mine are just more foreign." He caressed the scabbard of his blade lovingly. It hardly appeared exotic.
Still, he stands and continues, "And even better, I'm sure we are in good hands." And now he gives Razesh a look. "By my ears, you must the Courageous one. No doubt," he slams a fist onto the wall next to him. "No doubt, you are no torturer and I am certain you will bring things to a quick and swift end, should the need arise! A hero..." He glimmered, gazing upon the woman with his brilliant smile. Yes, indeed, surely.
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