Cliffside cliffdiving tournament - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/6/478
Log
It is a windy and cold day for the time of the year, but the docks are busy as always. Many laborers are working on both water- and airborne ships and some merchants offer up fresh fish. Kazel is casting her eyes about the docks, standing in front of the boarding plank of one of the larger airships, a ferry which is soon heading for Cliffside. Her arms are crossed as she waits to see who else decided to travel to her home city to either partake in or watch the tournament.
Edmund Widetail Good strides down the docks. Well, marches, really as his stride is nothing to be excited about. The short, stout Hippo makes his way to the airship and nods at the crew and attendants. "Sir Edmund Good," he announces himself, "Sent to represent his majesty at this tournament."
Zuri races up to the boarding plank. The small salamander stops to regain his breath, looking as if he had sprinted here. "Am- am I on time?" He straightens up, noting Kazel and smiling at her. "Miss Kazel, I'm here!" He steps up closer.
The mute nurse shark joins the others on the airship. She wishes to return to Cliffside for her own reasons, but she also would like to see what she can do for the event, at least helping with emergency response. She signs to the bat. <Do you need assistance of a mage before or after the events? I am afraid I do not yet know the rules.>
Cara runs towards the docks at a surprisingly fast rate. This occurs while she is shouting, Her legs keep pumping as she tries to make it through. As she makes to the docks, she skids to a stop directly in front of Kazel. She is apparently sporting a pair of black tinted glasses today and waves to everyone else before speaking, "Sorry I'm late. I got distracted by lunar dust showing up in my path and I had to cash it in."
The bat curtsies before the Hippo. "Greetings, Sir Good and to you three too. We are still here so you obviously have not missed us Zuri." She grins and chuckles into her fist before turning to the shark. "I do not think we will, it is a pretty well organized event. But you are of course welcome to watch."
After the pleasantries are exchanged, the group hurries onto the airship, which soon after sets out on its journey to Cliffside. The trip is largely uneventful and once the five beings arrive in Cliffside, they are promptly picked up and taken to the tournament grounds by a much smaller ferry the city offers for use on the special occasion.
The spectator area is at the bottom of the sharp cliff, with the city towering on the top, two small airships are docked close by, probably to take contestants back up after their turn. It is quite crowded.
Kazel coughs to get the attention of the group. "Alright, those who want to join can sign up over there and those who want to spectate should go find a nice spot."
Edmund adjusts the official chain of knighthood that he is wearing to shiw that he is in Cliffside in an official capacity and marches off the ship. He has no attendants, so it is apparent that the Crown is not especially concerned with this event, but wants a presence anyway. "Is there a place prepared for me?" he asks, "If not, I suppose I might as well compete!" He snorts a laugh, revealing slightly bucked front teeth.
Zuri is obviously excited at the propspect of participating, judging by how quickly he darts over to the stand where he can do so. His tail flits about excitedly behind him. The small salamander knows not the rules or what's about to happen exactly, so he peers up at the other beings lining up to sign up to try and catch snippets of conversation.
Cirra walks over to the hippo. She signs to him. <Sir Good, if I may.> She pauses, looking over towards the spectating area. <There may not be a space provided, but I can make your stay in my birthplace comfortable. Would you follow me?" The shark looks nervous.
Cara rolls her eyes for a moment, "Well, I better get this handled now." At that point, the feline promptly lights herself up as wings replace her arms and her fur becomes bright firey feathers instead. As the light show ceases, she looks down at herself, "Ugh, it always feels weird when I don't have fingers." From there, she walks over to the stand as well, "May I enter please?"
Kazel shakes her head at the knight. "I do not think so, but I am sure Cirra will take good care of you, Sir Good." The bat excuses herself and makes her way into the crowd herself, surprisingly enough not to sign up, or into the area for the contestants, but into the direction of a small podium, until she is out of sight.
A few minutes later a voice is broadcasted over the area, thanks to powerful air magic. "Welcome to this year's grand cliffdiving tournament. The main contest will start soon and even though most of you know the rules, I will go over them again. No magic, and no flying, only gliding is allowed. Anyone who is seen to give themself a boost through those means will be disqualified. You will be judged on airtime, distance and grace, the last of these will be decided by our three judges."
With that a loud sound, not unlike a trumpet is heard and the first being jumps off the cliff and spreads his wings.
Edmund smiles at Cirra, showing iff his bucked teeth. "Honored, Miss," he says, "You're the shipwright, aren't you? Silverlight or something like that?" He holds out his arm to Cirra, though it is rather low to be comfortable.
Zuri giggles. "No flying? Aww! Fine, I'll just do the whole 'not dropping very fast' thing then..." He waits patientily in line to sign up for the event, and then waits patientily in line again to wait for his own time to leap. The salamander being hears the first trumpet and scrambles to the edge of the line, trying to see the first contestant as he leaps.
The nurse shark smiles, nodding a bit. <Yes, how did you know? I'm Cirra Stormborn, proprietor of Silver Lining Shipwrights.> She bows a bit, taking the arm and awkwardly leading him to what she believes is a perfect seat. Her tail sways about behind her. <Should get a good view from here.>
Cara walks into the line and happens to be right behind the salamander as well. She immediately whispers to him as he watches, "Remember Zuri, you can use dedication forms too if they can fly." From that point, she watches the first contestant fall as she stays in line.
The first contestant lands safely and his scores are broadcasted by the same air magic that has been used before to explain the rules. The whole process is repeated a few times, each of the contestants having rather varying amounts of success, one even losing control for a moment and threatening to fall before regaining control and landing safely, but ungracefully, earning terrible scores in all three categories. Eventually Zuri is the next in line.
Edmund follows Cirra, nodding at her. "I've got a big enough nose that it gets into thing quite easily!" he says and guffaws at his own joke, taking a seat after Cirra. "Didn't know you were a Cliffsider, though!"
