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Post by GER on Jun 8, 2014 23:30:20 GMT -6
WELCOME! IT IS TIME TO BEGIN! All Brackets and Seeds have been randomized for optimum fairness by a computer number shuffler.
Banners from all over the world hang in the stands and down to the field as supporters and fighters have made pilgrimage here from all over the world. Some for glory. Some for gold. Some for the love of combat. All stand today in the great annual tournament that is in honor of the blessings of summer and the longest day of the year. The summer solstice. The lord, proud and regal but warm and friendly, stands in a booth far above the arena and through a primitive megaphone makes the welcoming announcement, echoing through the hushed arena as though there were speakers and high tech equipment all around "Welcome, one and all! We pay homage this day to the four gods of peace! And also the new addition to them, for which we offer thanks that we can at last after hundreds of years, hang up the banner of Zhadrah among the colors of our shining arena!"Thunderous applause erupted as the speech was made and further pomp and circumstance of parades across the feilds and prayers for the safety of the warriors were offered up to the Gods. Orik sat in disguise among the throng in the stands. As the tournament honored him and the other gods, it was customary for them all to keep an eye on the proceedings and to honor the winner when the time came to declare the champion. After all, it was only for the Gods to judge men. ~*~
Alright everyone! This thread is for the above mentioned participants ONLY! Any other posts into this thread will be met with consequences ranging from a warning to a temporary ban depending on the offense. As a refresher, here are the rules for the round! All other information can be checked here : Solstice Tournament
GOOD LUCK TO PARTICIPANTS!
PLEASE POST IN THE FOLLOWING ORDER:
Story Luminus of Hyrst
and then
Alexander Reinheart of Aquavia
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 10, 2014 11:42:07 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS FOr Hryst.
A breath in.. a breath out.. her head rested back against the smooth stone of the room temporarily given to her by the people of Domhan Tir. She had seen the Rose once before in her travels. Years ago. It hadn't lost its age or beauty. The pride of her people swelled within her chest as she meditated with eyes shut at the sound of the large cheering and howling outside. The clashing of swords and bursting of gifts she'd never seen before accented every explosion of the crowd.
'Captain?..' a careful voice followed the opening of her door. She slowly opened her gray eyes, dull to the sunlight leaking in the room, and stared ahead. 'It's time.'
Story nodded and stood - the plate armor of her legs clanking heavily against the ground. From fingertips to elbows intricate metals folded around to display the greatest of Hrystic smithing.. and her high rank for such artistic designs. Her hair was pulled back and a thin, black scarf rested around her collar bones. She wore nothing atop her torso - just a thin, leather-bound half shirt. It was her belief, always, that armor came second-rank to those with speed.. and she needed to let her gift flow as naturally as it was able.
She stepped from the doorway and was immediately flanked by two other of her own guards as she walked down the dirt path. They held high the banners of her nation - deep purples flying with the breeze and gold-leaf accents shining in the sun. The crowd cheered to see the excitement of her match. Against who.. she was unaware.. only that the combatant was from their Western neighbor. A Guardian Shield tasked with protecting the Solstice Tournament nodded her way by the gate of the gladiatorial ring and opened it for her in her wake.
'Captain!' the two shouted behind her as they let her walk forward alone. Story turned her head to face them, arm slightly brushing against the shortsword's sheath at the small of her back. 'Goddess be with you!' they saluted her and she smirked with genuine thankfulness, bowing her head and continuing in. The large, metal gate clanged shut behind her and she found herself in the massiveness of the arena.
Come what may... Story stood calm.. in-wait.. gleaming in darkened silver armor, sun-touched skin, and bringing nothing but the small and thick blade behind her. She needed nothing else.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2014 17:48:05 GMT -6
He couldn't believe what he was about to do, a tournament in another country that restricted his use off firearms. He wasn't as worried as he felt he should of been, he figured some kind of stipulation would come forth to help make things a bit more fair for those who were not as technologically advanced as his home country. He could hear it in the distance, the sounds of combat and cheering from the crowds of people in the stadiums watching with excitement. He grunted softly to himself as he pushed himself up again, lowering himself again as he continued the set of push ups he had been doing to get his body stretched and pumped. He counted to thirty before standing back up, lifting his legs to stretch them out while he thought about what he could be getting himself into. He was skilled with a sword, after all it was his back up for when his guns didn't cut it but still, the emptiness that he felt without them there was present and he did have his doubts. Still this was his choice to be there, no one forcing him, no orders from the top, this was his decision and one that he wasn't going to step away from.
'I have to try, not going for the win here. Just give it everything I got and I'll be happy win or lose.', he thought to himself when a knock from from the door of the rented room he had been staying. He cleared his throat before speaking, gathering himself mentally as he called towards it. "The door's unlocked.", he said as it opened, a man stepping into the room a little bit to look at Alex before speaking up. "It's time sir, you're up.", the man said, causing Alex to nod as he stepped towards the man, reaching down to grab his sheathed sword and placing it upon his back. "Right...better not keep them waiting then.", he said smiling as he grabbed his red trench coat from the wall peg upon the wall and calmly placed it upon his torso, securing it and making sure the sword was still able to be pulled from the small opening in the back of the coat before allowing the man to head out of the room before him.
He began a mental checklist in his head as he closed the door behind him, pulling his sunglasses from the pocket of his coat and placing them over his face securely while doing so. He had his blade, the only weapon he was going to be able to bring of course, his coat, glasses, and of course the armored suit he always wore underneath the coat. Sure, it wasn't as flashy as some of the people he had seen in the tournament, plate and metal armor tending to have that kind of effect but it was still as durable as ever with it's hardened custom fibers and organ regulating pressure points within the suit. In fact, it was because it was rather light and durable that he wasn't so worried about it, his genetic enhancement gave him a fair amount of speed, strength, and dexterity to work with that wouldn't be as hindered. Upon exiting the building he was greeted by two soldiers that had accompanied him to the city for the tournament, smiling towards them as they lined up beside him to guide him towards the grounds.
Upon reaching the large arena, he felt his heart really begin to race for two reasons: Excitement and anxiety. The Guardian who was in charge of the gate into the arena on the side he was entering nodded to him, which he graciously returned to him before stepping by. It was here he took a moment and stopped in place before turning around and looked at the two soldiers who escorted him, both grinning ear to ear. "Don't worry about it Sir, you'll make it through this unscathed. You're the gunslinger after all.", one of them said to him, causing him to rub the back of his head with a bit of blush on his cheeks, slightly embarassed. "Yeah well...I don't exactly have guns to do that with here but either way I'll give it my all. Pretty sure Aquavia would be disappointed with me if I didn't." Both guards gave him a thumbs up before both shouting, "Good luck sir!", causing him to let out a soft chuckle before thrusting his arm out with his own thumb up, before turning around and heading in.
As the gate clanged shut behind him, he found himself reaching for the blade's hilt upon his back, withdrawing the blade with a soft harmonic whine before giving it a little spin, getting his hand used to the weight and grip as the crowd seemed to roar in the massive arena. Across from him could see his opponent and he felt his heart nearly beat out of his chest when his brain registered her. She was, by all means, gorgous and he found all of his thoughts before stepping in that arena fade away one by one as he focused on this woman. 'Of course...I get to fight the gorgous woman who's most likely going to attempt to pummel me into the ground.', he thought to himself as he brought his left hand up and pressed his fingers to the middle of his glasses, keeping the yellow rims over his eyes as he remained silent and waited.
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 13, 2014 15:40:12 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS Show me what you've got! The opposite gate opened, a figure standing in the shadows of the small hallway beyond it between it and the arena. As the gate clanged its teeth back down into the ground, Story reminded herself to be centered. Focused. Concentrated. This battle was not for her.. she fought in the name of her country. If she was victorious? It was the banner of the North that would receive the glory - not her. She would have it no other way.. representing that which she held dear.Her chin lifted to greet her opponent respectfully with a stone face. A taller man.. thin, blonde-headed. His gear was well-fitting of an Aquavian. He'd come here?.. All the way through the deadsands to a country to opposite of his own to compete? This was beyond the comforting, technical elements of the tropics. And if he was just fine with that... then he was nothing to take lightly.She could stand here all day - but there was no honor in being a statue. She drew her shortsword cleanly as he pulled his own, longer blade - both edges of metal gleaming in the light. The crowd above and around them roared.. beckoning them on, jeering and cheering."Well-met, Aquavian.." she spoke lowly, nodding towards him. A few careful steps lead her closer forward, metal clinking around her legs as she moved in the familiar armor, and she gripped the lower handle of her blade with her free hand.. prepared, already, to split the weapon in two."Be swift.." she encouraged a tad quieter.. her back heel turned and she dashed towards him in the blink of an eye - dust kicking behind her from the power of her muscles. Her blade twisted to the side - arms careful to protect her less-armored body - and she slashed horizontally towards his arm. It was a simple enough move.. no doubt he would dodge or block, for he was obviously no novice. But with her lower hand.. she reached through the metal and pulled in towards herself; seperating the structure and creating both into thinner, longer, sharper swords: her curved-edges.
The one she'd already attacked with - although longer now - stayed after its diversion had been executed. The second, however, she flipped backwards in her hand and slashed lowly at the other side, to his abdominal or upper thigh - arms crossed in front of her after the attacks with thinned, peering eyes gleaming over the metal of her forearms.First she'd use these.. test his speed and defense.. and when she wore him out? She'd shift again.
- Forward dash.
- Shortsword strike/decoy (however you wanna call it)
- Curved-edge opposite strike.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2014 9:45:26 GMT -6
Was he sure he could pull this off? The tournament was filled with fighters from the different nations, some more skilled in certain aspects than others and he was no exception. His grip tightened a bit upon the sword he held in his hand, eyes staring down at it as he felt his stomach flutter like butterflies had made a home in it. 'Oh man...she looks like she's gonna kill me.', he thought as his eyes drifted back towards his opponent and examined her plate armor with it's intricate designs and craftsmanship. Judging from the high quality the armor had, it meant that she was someone who was held in high respect by her people, or it was because she was a great soldier maybe even an officer. The crowd was excited, the cheers and coaxing from them was ever apparent like distant background noise in the back of his mind as he let his eyes lock onto the woman's across from him.
She spoke aloud to him, giving him a respected greeting which caused him to smile. He actually let his stance drop as he raised his free hand and gave her a large wave, kinda like a little kid going to a relative's house and getting excited to see someone he hadn't in forever. "Hello there! Good luck to you!", he said aloud before letting his arm drop, his face staring at her as the smile slowly started to fade. She withdrew her sword and got herself ready for combat as the crowd roared with it's cheers, causing him to quickly retake his stance as he shifted into another one. The form represented a bit of a fencing stance, sword in front of him as his legs spread slightly apart as he readied himself. 'Great....here it comes. Non-lethal only, I'm not going to leave this tournament with blood on my hands.', he thought to himself as he took in a deep breath and exhaled it.
So it began, the woman charged towards him, being propelled by the sheer power of her leg muscles which did impress him to be sure. She swung her blade towards him horizontally, leaving him little choice but to come up with a counter strategy. Swiped his sword towards her swing, the swords connecting with that all too familiar clang of metal, impressed with the power she had behind it. When she shifted the blade into two different swords however, he knew he wouldn't be able to strike the other one, so he had to move. He pushed back upon his right leg that was shifted back thanks to it's position in the fencing stance he had taken, hearing the sword she had swiped with, which he could hear cut the fabric of his red coat caused him to curse mentally to himself. Sure, it was only the coat and not the armor or his body itself but he loved the coat, and not it had been damaged slightly. He decided it was time to counter strike, so he span slightly on his leg, thrusting his body and his other leg forward as he lunged his own blade towards her, aiming towards her right arm's shoulder for a disabling strike in a sort of riposte like strike in hopes of taking her attack power down a bit should the strike connect.
[ Attack/actions used.
*Block swipe
*Step back dodge
*Spin lunge riposte thrust ]
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Post by Story E. Luminus on Jun 15, 2014 22:02:32 GMT -6
CPT. STORY EVE LUMINUS Too close for comfort.. time to step it up. The noise of the crowd nearly deafened her, the clanging of their swords bringing the people to their feet and a spark of light between them in front of her eyes. The second strike had caught him off guard.. not everyone was used to metal shaping at the will of its wielder. If it was one thing she had over him? She was more than confident that it was the element of surprise. If he had any god-given gift from the twins, she had yet to see it. Other than.. he was able to block her blow.. which was a feat from the norm. Her muscles had to be given strength in order to swing the great longsword she could create - and both speed and flexibility for the short warspear. So perhaps he had enhancements as well.The edge of her blade came close, but not close enough as it sliced through the fabric of his coat in a clean swipe. Story kept her blades where they were after the strike.. crossed arms still in front of her to strengthen her defense from her exposed upper body. His feet were quick along the dirt of the ground, sliding back before the tip of his long blade pointed towards her and - without warning - lunged forward. It was a style she had yet to see.. that was for certain.Her eyes widened and her arms kept in front of her, but she twisted her torso to the side and leaned far back - the blade chillingly close in front of her gaze. She heard a small graze.. and her eyes focused on a thick strand of her scarlet hair, cutting clean from the side of her face by the edge of his strike. She had to move fast.. only a second to react. Her arms dared to move closer back together in front of her, armor whining against his metal as her hands pressed together and pulled away from one another, up and down, a long staff shoving against the side of his sword. Her warspear. Story pushed it forward with a shout, "Come, Aquavian-!", stabbing the blade down into the dirt and gripping it with all her strength. The Captain lifted her body for a moment, using the pole of the spear to steer herself much like a gymnast, and reared her back leg around in the air to kick his open chest with her heel from the thrust he'd done only moments before that left him vulnerable. "Swifter!"Her metal grieves would hurt.. Not puncture, maybe not even injure all that badly.. but he could be sure that he wouldn't be getting any room to breath between his damn strikes.
- Backstep/Twisty-Dodge
- Creation of the Warspear
- Spinning back-kick strike to chest via positioning of the spear stabbed into the ground for balance.
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