This tournament have been created on the basis of a discussion between Thoadthetoad, Zophia and I. We were just talking about who would win, Strop, the Nergyl Child, Zophia's Hallow or my char. So, who will win, any of you, or none.
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-You know this will end up a cliche, right, Ma'm?- The white clad figure turned to look at the lanky young man behind her, her multiple eyes blinking in the light from the sinking sun. She smiles, an eerie smile, before turning her back at the humanoid again. .You should not say such a thing. Words bind, as you remember.. She looked out the window in the tall building, staring blankly at the many fields made for battle in the mixed city. It had been important to the designers that this test would push the contestants to the limit and beyond. -This is not a good idea.- She did not even look at him, did not take his warnings seriously. [b].This will make my Lords happy. New warriors, stronger, different.. -But they don't... They will not belong here. And you know it.- His voice were angry now, but it did not touch her the slightest. .Just wait and see, little Sururrian.. She smiled once again, then waited until the sun had disappeared, and the lights had turned the main streets into rivers of light, and the alleys to dangerous traps of darkness. It was to begin.[/b]
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Mixed World Tournament.
This is a Multi Media Tournament. This means that both drawings, writings and mixes will be allowed, as long as it is self made. The first couple of rounds will be used for trying to get to know the city, and fight of any creature that might attack you. The next rounds might end up as a tournament between the contestants, for survival. What will happen next, you will see.
The world is made up by different territories, which you might get to discover soon after arriving. The setting is much like that of a city, but with a twist, a grusome twist. The beast living in this deserted city is something many would hope not to meet even in dreams, along with creatures of imagination and fiction. And of course, there will be other, intelligent traps to get past.
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They first thing to do is to either write or draw your contestant, with their equipment and pets, if there is any. Describe the contestant, how they are, their powers, strengths and weaknesses. Try to keep it as natural as possible, so your contestant will not be overpowered and without faults, or I will give them penalities sooner or later. Also make a quick describtion or drawing of where they are at the moment before they are called. The arrival I will post as soon as the contestants are submitted.
You have untill Friday the 14th to submit your contestant to this tournament, or at least say that you will join (And is just missing a few details before you can submit)
3 Dingsly The door makes a cracking noise, but there is nothing there. "Hello." A whisper says, just seconds before he he is hurled into darkness. When he once again can open his eyes, he stands in a alley. The air is filled with smoke. Before him a light is shown. A flicker...
There he was, this maze, the tournament. he had a feeling he wouldn't be makeing it back for a long time...if ever. He looked around, there were small fuz bals, tall things with tentacles, sascuatch?, a man with a horses head, and tons of others. They were all in a slightly circular room, with tons of paths leading off. A few of the contestents were chatering, but he turned on his heel and went down the path directly behind him.
He let out a light sigh, hateing closed in ares, and drew his sword, using the blde to reflect some of the small amount of light reaching him. The walls seemed to strech up ward for ever, it was as though he would be trapped here. Every path was the same, quiet, and empty. After a few hours he decided to sit down and take a rest. He had no idea what was going on, and was now deep within the maze.
Ok, it took me like 10 minutes to find this! I was like AHG!!! Were did it go! So I asked Zophia....THEN I found it. lol.
Anyway, I didn't want to do all that much, seeing as we only just started and I was the first on. lol
Well, first of all... People start out alone. That is why you all have an individual introduction.
It is not a maze, but it have the nature of one, like really big cities have.
The time the round takes is around half an hour.
Oh, and since you have got two weeks, it will be okay, if you all worked a little more on the stories or drawings or what you do. At least the story itself.
Ok, well can we just scrap that above? I wasn't quite sure about it, so i will work on something a bit.........better. I am gonna wait and see what others do first, just to get a vibe for it. And just to make sure, the goal is to reach the tower correct?
It is okay, I do not seem to have made much clear to anyone.
The goal... The goal is to find out what the story is. The goal for you character is to reach the tower, and being the only one left. At least that is what the ournament is about.
So for this round, I just want to get out of the city/maze type of thing? I am gonna wait to see some other entries first, but I mean I dont get the whole goal of this round.
The 'goal' for this round... The first round is for wondering about this city, as well as wondering why you are here, who that blue holo-kid was and so on.
I shall begin on an entry in a few moments, hopefully I can get it up quickly so it can work as an example...
Also, as far as I know, the goal of this tournament will depend on your character - some may wish to get to know why they have been chosen for this... Some may just wish to get out as fast as possible. Others may do it for personal gain on some level.
I just noticed the mixed world tournament has been turned into a sticky.Interesting,but anyways I shall try to create my first submission soon enough.Also I am guessing for the first round that no one will be removed yet right?I think this one won't really need too much of a comic strip to get my point across.
Now that I'm sitting here and I have a little under an hour, I've decided to write my initial entries. It makes more sense for me to do so as it just seems more suitable.
But I will supplement with illustrations at a later point! I also assume that I post here...
Orlestat
Child? Child? What arrogant force would have the gall to call an age-old immortal that?
Orlestat ruffled his feathers, struggling to dispel his annoyance, as well as the curious creeping sensation that still tingled through his limbs. As accustomed to intrusions on his life both conscious and unconscious as he was, it seemed that this capricious world had no end of things to dig under his skin.
But this was not the way, not the way at all. He had to calm down first and take stock.
Gradually, he took in his new surroundings, the blue glare of the image fading away and leaving dim lamplights dotting the darkened alleyways. He noted he could not see down them in a straight line at all, and this unsettled him. Worse, he could barely stretch his wings out, and the air was dead, heavy...it would be difficult to fly. Then he cast his eyes upwards, as was his custom, and internally frowned. There was definitely something strange about this place, like the parallax stretched as his view did, such that he was not met with the comforts of the eternal sky, but eternal walls.
There was but one way to test this; besides Orlestat was naturally inclined to take the birds-eye view. So without a second thought he crouched and exploded into the air, flapping determinedly.
It only took a few seconds to realise that as he rose, the floor dropped away, but the sky got no closer. Hoping against hope, he beat harder, but to no avail. Finally he stopped, falling like a deadweight to the stone as if he hadn't moved at all.
Was this the diabolical work of that d*** raven that plagued him so? It was tempting to think so, that this would be the start of an indefinite hell to test him, mold him, maybe break him. He could never tell, but it didn't seem too far a stretch.
Then again there were elements here that, upon reflection, did not fit. That strange blue image, whether it be a spirit or a hologram, he didn't know. But more importantly he was under the impression that this wasn't the raven's doing at all...rather he was merely forewarned of the machinations of some other force entirely.
Which would be an interesting twist on his existence. Finally noting that the stone seemed hard yet slightly slimy, the worst surface at all for his talons, he figured that at the very least, he should, for his own sake, roll with the currents, and see what would come in the fullness of time.
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But come to think of it, he was feeling a little hungry.
