This Was a Triumph - RPLOG
Participants
Date
17/8/477
Log
The tournament grounds are taken up mostly by a large Creator vessel, it's hold open wide for a stream of the curious to flow in and out of the ship! A number of creators wearing their strange, uniform like clothing stand guard over everything, making sure that no beings go where they don't belong. A plethora of wonderous contraptions lie scattered around an open area the size of a jousting field, awaiting those who wish to test their mettle! A Creator wearing a rather silly looking chain of office stands with a clipboard at the entrance to the field, taking names and information on those who wish to enter.
Kalt makes her way up to the tournament grounds, dressed in her armor with her sword at her side. The Vixen's gaze traveling to all the contraptions as she frowns for a moment, remembering her new duties for the moment at least. All the same, she soon bows deeply to the Creator at the entrance holding the clipboard before speaking. "Evenin' heard you lot were goin' an' testin' folks round here an' all?"
Cassidy reaches up to adjust her hat, whistling merrily as she saunters onto the tournament grounds. "Kalt! Good to see you. Yes, I am curious as to just what's going on here! Tests and challenges? I'd be happy to participate!"
Natska enters the tournament grounds at Cassidy's side, the jaguar looking around and taking in the scene. She nods her head towards the Creator with the clipboard and taps her fingers to her hat brim, then gives him a smile, and waits to hear his spiel.
Thelergramor walks slowly into the tournament grounds, not far from Cassidy and Natska. Ignoring the pain from his injuries for now. The wolf brought all of his weapons and equipment; a recently aquired chainmail shirt is worn under his torn and bloodied coat. Stepping up beside the two he followed, he looks to the creator. Makes no bow nor gesture to him. Just stares at him from behind his mask.
Rainer is standing tall and proud, fists on his hips and chest outthrust, with his tail swaying in a continuous, but casually-paced wag. Casting a glance back over his shoulder, he remarks to the poor sap that happens to be behind him in line, "I was the first person to set eyes on a Creator since they left us here, y'know." He starts to turn his attention forward again, but then looks back again, conceeding, "Well okay, there were some others there with me, even still~" The line shuffles forward, and he with it. "They taught us this weird Creator greeting, wait 'til you see it!" And so, when his turn comes up at the registrar, he ... extends a hand to rub the poor human's nose with his palm.
Jendayi arrives to the grounds in all her towering glory, sphinx rubbing her hands together and smiling broadly as she makes a beeline towards the Creator taking information. "Excuse me," she asks at as delicate a tone as she can muster, "Do you happen to know where I may sign up for the... the..." She rolls her hand in gesture, trying to find the right word, before giving up and just waving at the area in general. "This thing you are asking for Beings for?" At the sight of Rainer reaching out for the human, every muscle in her body tenses up like steel, and she draws a sharp breath in through her teeth as she grimaces.
Adolphus had of course head the Creator vessel hand landed. The big hippo does wander in with his mail and leather, and his war hammer strapped to his back. Military rank upon his shoulder, the royal would first stop with whoever looked in charge. "Greetings." he rumbles "I welcome you to Firmament and the nation of Sweetwater. Though I have to ask formally, you have permission from Commander Parson to be here, and none of your experiments will interfear with the Beings here ,or cross any of the treaties already signed and witnessed?" the offical looking Good has to at least ask first.
The creator looks up from his clipboard, at least it looks like a clipboard, but it seems to have no paper on it! More creator magic, no doubt. He looks over those who have come to show what they can do. "Thank you all for-" he breaks off as Rainer puts a hand directly in his face! He blinks in confusion for a moment, but decides to act as if the action didn't bother him. "Thank you," he says to Rainer, probably setting a dangerous precident. He then turns to address Adolphus, hesitating a moment before bending awkwardly at the waist. "All of our paperwork is in order YOUR HIGHNESS," his translator inserts the proper honorific and he makes a few motions over his clipboard before turning it to the hippo, "You will find all of the proper permissions here."
"As for the rest of you," he says as Adolphus looks at the little screen, "Thank you for volunteering! We hope to learn more of your people and have a better understanding of one another by seeing what you are capable of." The man points back at all of the equipment. "These machines will measure your strength and speed as you use them," he says, "If each of you would please step forward to state your name and allow us to scan your vitals." He holds up a small white box that glows with a soft white light.
Kalt blinks at Rainer's actions, but it seemed the creator approved! She'd have to take note of this for the future, good things to learn after all. As the Creator addresses them, she gives a slight nod and steps forward, pointing a thumb at her armor. "You gonna be needin' me outta this then an' such?" Before she clears her throat. "Ah, Kalt Tiefkuhl." She says while looking at the small box as she leans forward slightly.
The little box glows and a gridwork of light is projected onto Kalt as she stands before the Creator. There is a sense of warmth for a moment, then the box dings! and the machine spirit burbles something friendly sounding before the light vanishes, making ready for the next being!
Cassidy raises her brow and glances at Natska for a moment before she approaches the box, adjusting her mask. "Cassidy Solacious. I'm not the strongest around, but I'm quite fast! Speedy and mobility is my strong suit!" Even when wearing her suit-suit.
Natska tilts her head to the side, watching the process as it unfolds, hands on her hips. Her ear twitches as the box dings and gibbers, and she waits for her turn to introduce herself. "Natska," she states, tail swishing.
Thelergramor shrugs, steps up and speaks: "Thelergramor Alverriss." Yep. Definitely his real name. No reason to lie to the creators, as much as he wanted to. He waits to be 'scanned' or, however he puts it incorrectly in his mind.
The same grid appears across Thelergramor's front as has the others but after the little machine makes its bell tone, the machine spirit murmurs something and the Creator man frowns. "I am sorry, sir," he says through his translator, "But my readings indicate that you are unfit for these tests. Please step out of the line." He smiles a bit shakily as Rainer takes his spot and returns the wolf's surprising gesture, rubbing his pointed lupine muzzle.
Rainer bears a told-you-so smirk as he steps back from the Creator and returns his hands to his hips. "They're kinda oily, though." he remarks in a lowered tone, with his head turned away from the gentleman addressing the gathering, immediately following the comment by wiping his hands on the legs of his pants a few times. When it's his turn to steps forward again he of course is pleased as punch when the nose rub is reciprocated, as evidenced by the wag of his tail ramping up from gentle to hyper. Thumbing his chest and announcing, "Name's Rainer, Explorer Extrordinaire! Quick as a whistle, sharp as a thistle, best swordsman the Lightbringers ever saw," The device is surely done by then, given how brief the other scans were, but he prattles on, "Cliffside war veteran, -Shadow- war verteran, and I've probably kicked more Cultist butt than anyone else you'll likely meet today, too! Then there was the time I rescued those kids being held for ransome in an old fort -filled- with bandits..."
Jendayi steps up to the box after the rest, leaning her all too human face down towards the box a bit and speaking out firmly to it, like a tutor. "Jendayi." She rises up, standing stock straight and relatively still for the light- she's at a solid 8'5" and it really shows. "So, is there... some manner of contest? The details were very unclear to me- one cannot trust rumors too much, after all."
Adolphus squints, looking at the clipboard. He accepts the honorific gracefully and offers a slight incline of his head as he reads and makes sure it's all prim and proper. "Very good." he rumbles. "So we're testing our limits as it were?" He nods and will allow the machine to scan him, big hippo starting to unstrap his armor and his hammer. Not wanting anything to hinder the testing. "Adolphus Reginald Good." he says in his overly loud voice. The deep bass of his voice rumbles, not really able to regulate the volume coming from his figure. Underneath he wears some simple linens, hugging tight around his immense belly, good exercise clothing though, since they were made to be worn under armor and in combat.
Finding everything in order, the creator man nods and tucks his magic clipboard under his arms. "I will be responsible for the testing of this group," he says with an easy smile, nudging Rainer along as he continues to try to tell his story, "You will simply need to put forth your best effort on each of these fitness measuring machines so that we may measure your capabilities. Please do not over exert yourselves, this is only a general measurement." He leads them up to the first set of machines, a line of transluscent ball structures, open on one side, that seem to hover just above the ground with a black box on the closed, grounded side. "These RUNNING MACHINES will measure your speed and stamina," he says, "We ask only that you run as fast as you comfortably can for 10 MINUTES." He then waves his clipboard over each machine as the beings enter and a series of numbers and symbols appear on the black boxes.
Kalt takes the time when the others and being scanned, to remove her armor and pile it neatly to the side. Leaving her in the brown shirt and shorts she wears below, and her prosthetic left arm out for show as she follows along. Nodding slightly to the Creator, before making her way into one of the bubbles as she begins to run, focusing on going the whole ten minutes first while still maintaning the running pace with greater ease now that she was out of her armor!
Cassidy closes her eyes and takes a breath before stepping onto one of the machines. After taking a moment to adjust her hat, she starts into a quick run. Not quite a sprint, since she was doing for time, too, but the scout-fox was certainly intent on proving her talents at running!
Natska spends a few moments peering at the ball and the device under it as she considers the device. She takes off her hat and her gloves, setting them just to the side, then gets herself situated in the running machine and sets off at a brisk jog, pushing her speed up gradually as she warms up.
Thelergramor follows after the creator, once everyone was scanned. "Hold on one second here. I'm not one of you fragile creators. I can run with injuries. Hell, I can fight like this. Thought you wanted to test 'limits'? What better way to test that than on one who is injured to the point where one of -you- would be in bed crying?" He chuckles, crosses his arms, leans back, eyes the creator from behind his mask. His tone is more 'matter of fact' than angry.
"...I mean, it was like standing room only in the whole fort, wall to wall bandits and their boss was this -big guy- who was all--eh?" Rainer finds himself shuffled along. "Oh, right, yeah." Spitting into each of his palms and rubbing them together, he approaches the marvelous Running Machines! Not a moment's hesitation given before he steps inside, looking all about the enclosure with the expression of a child in a candy store. Only Theler's talking big to one of those People That Made Us All pulls his attention away, but all he contributes to the debate is a long whistle, watching with widened eyes and raised eyebrows. Running Commences! ...and naturally he completely defies the instructions by going full tilt from the outset, burning himself out in the first couple minutes, and by the time he actually finds a pace for himself, he's barely managing a jog. "Ah-hah... ah-hahah... who knew ten minutes was... such a long time? Hahahaha... aaauuuuwuuuhhhhisitoverrryeeet?"
Jendayi gives one of the machines a quick looking over with a broad smile, stepping as gingerly as she can into it, glancing about at the inside and quickly getting to work. She starts out at a calm, paced walk, quickly speeding up into a speedwalk, a run, then all but a sprint. She maintains that speed, gritting her teeth a bit as she quickly feels her muscles start to burn- perhaps overestimating her actual capabilities a bit, but she's managing, more or less. Perhaps a bit too eager to impress, though.
Adolphus ughs...of course it has to be running first, the huge hippo just gives a shake of his head. He's going to be sweating for this one of course. He tries to wedge himself into one and starts. A slow, long, heavy plodding. The hippo does NOT run fast, it's more like a brisk walk, though his stride does cover some ground. But at this pace he can go for quite a while. Belly jiggling and wobbling all over.
The little creator with the clipboard shakes his head at Thelergramor. "I am sorry sir," he says, "I cannot permit you to be part of the tests, as it is against protocol to risk aggravating injuries of a participant. Besides, the results from your examination would be tainted." He frowns as the wolf follows him. "I must ask that you leave the testing area immediately," he says, hand straying to a spot on his belt.
Another Creator, this one a woman, walks along the row of running machines. "There are 5 MINUTES remaining of this test," her translator says, "But please do not over exert yourselves. Please stop if you feel over extended."
Kalt keeps her attention forward as she runs, tail flicking behind her as she focuses on her breathing without over exherting herself. In all honesty, the Vixen was cursing herself for wearing the heavier metal arm today, instead of the lighter wooden arm!
Cassidy keeps her breathing steady, doing her best to keep her pace all the way through the test. She wasn't too concerned about it, though, all things considered. This was what she was good at, after all! A test of strength, on the other hand...
Natska may not be running that fast, but her pace was smooth and steady, the jaguar's fluid strides propelling her along at an even pace. She is tempted, very tempted, to give herself an assist; she resists, though, keeping things relatively tame for now.
