Call to Arms the Tournament - RPLOG
Participants
Date
2/6/477
Log
The tournament grounds is quite a sight indeed. The open fields have been trimmed, and the whole viewing box areas redecorated with colorful flags and streamers of all sorts. Looks like the rumours are true, the Good King himself watching with his small escort in his own sealed box, though the tournament grounds are filled to the brim with watchers and participants alike. Three booths are manned by exhausted looking todds (most likely from army recruitment) with their respective categories, mage, marksman, and warrior, gifted only. It seems like the gifted get special qualifications in the tournament...
Fenris has discarded his normal outfit in favor of what seems to be a martial arts gi and street fighting wraps! It seems hard to believe that he is entered as a mage. Even now, he stands off to the side of the field going through martial arts katas as he waits for further announcements.
Cedric approaches the booth for mathemagician signups, waiting to enter, dressed simply in a pair of tan breeches and black boots with a loose, sleeveless black shirt that sort of blends in with his dark fur. He wasn't really sure why he wanted to participate in the tournament as he's not one of the more competitive beings around, but here he was... signing up anyway!
The badger seems a little bit surprised to see Fenris there already, approaching the tiger with a tilt of his head. "Oh... I uh... I didn't know you were entering too..." he says quietly. This should be interesting!
Cassidy slinks up towards the marksmanship booth, for her own part. Still looking rather exhausted and ill, but she's got her black long bow all the same. "This could be a fun distraction," she murmurs to herself as she puts her name down and glances around to see if she recognized anyone she might end up competing against.
Angus winces a little as a twinge of pain runs up his back, his burns still healing a bit as he downs a dulling potion and walks up to the Marksmanship booth to sign up, musket resting against his shoulder as he looks to his cousin and chuckles. "Yep, should be a great distraction. Care to make a bet out of it or are we just playing for fun?" He teases, before stepping away from the booth.
After signing up for the warrior section of the tournment, Dio decides to prepare for the upcomming challange in the best way possible. Somewhere off to the side, the lion slips a hand into his precious coat and pulls out an object. A weapon perhaps? Rather, a freshly baked piece of bread, still warm and prime for consumption. Sitting down next to his spear upon a wall, he chomps down, spilling a torrent of crumbs over his body while he watches others move about.
Elroar glides into the arena, still landing heavily. As he usually does. No crater this time though. He's got all his armor, sans chestpeice... As usual, with his massive sword already drawn. He heads over to the Warrior's area, sword resting on his shoulder. "Aye. A Tournament. This should be fun at least." He chuckles, looking about to the other areas. Quite the crowd.
Kalt makes her way down the path to the tourny, the Vixen clad in her new armor with her helmet tucked under her right arm. Her left hand is holding onto the reigns of a horse, the creature bearing the solacious emblem on it's saddle, as it appears the vixen once more 'borrowed' something she didn't have herself! Her path is rather straight and true, heading to the warrior tent to sign up before looking around. "Ah, hey there everyone, how're you goin' bout?" The vixen smiling before she narrows her eyes at Angus. "... M'swearin', I should go lockin' your room an' all till you finally heal an' all!" The Vixen huffing, though her hypocracy is rather great to say the -least-!
The registrations are quickly filed and then large badges are given to each competitor with a random string of numbers on it. "My money's on you gifted." The fox at the mage booth points out. "King's a fool for holding this to try to prove that non-gifted can be better." All three booth people tell the groups to enter the tournament grounds when they are ready and follow the ushers guiding the three different groups after into the tournament grounds, which has been neatly divided into three sections. At the Mages division sits just one other person, a skunk, eying Fenris and Cedric over with an uninterested hmph. Three large brick wall forms the first obstacles for the participants. "Mmh." The in charge motions to the three and points to another three sitting in a special section in the crowd. "They'll be grading your magic skills. One score for flair, one score for result, and another for time." Her soul pendant sits neatly in front of her colorful robes.
The archers see a lot more competition, Angus and Cassidy perhaps even recognizing some of the participants from their stints in the army. A minuscule target with an apple on it's head sits well over a hundred meters away. Many are trying to take the shot, but it's a difficult one with the strong breeze.
Only the warriors group seems to have nothing set up for it, just four other warriors already riding up on horses, carrying massive looking lances that are padded with a thick ball of cotton padding behind to spread out the force of the impact. The in charge there squints at the three new participants. "Ya'll got horses?" He points to the other two. Jousting is in order!
Fenris grins at the official and waves happily to the skunk competitor, sure that it will only make him irritable. The tiger bounces back and forth on his toes, still looking like he is preparing for a martial arts match. "Hey Cedric!," he said, "I'm glad you're here or this would not be any fun!"
Fenris looks to the official again. "So, are we supposed to clear it? Or level it?" he asks, "Either is fine." After she explains that the goal is to destroy the low wall, Fenris nods affably and takes up a spot opposite a wall, preparing himself for a little controlled mayhem.
The badger regards the skunk with indifference before he responds to Fenris. "It wouldn't? I'm not sure what my presence here has to do with that!" Cedric replies as he traverses the grounds over towards his own wall, taking a moment to consider how best to take out this wall. He has quite a few options at his fingertips of course. He waits for the go-ahead from the tournament officials as he thinks his options over...
Cassidy peers at Angus for a moment, a frown tugging at her mouth. "Yeah. Glad to see you out and about. Sorry again. Are you feeling okay?" She tugs nervously at the string of her bow, glancing around at the other archers taking their shots. She frowns again. They never said she couldn't use her airmath to take care of that pesky breeze... For her.
Munch munch munch... Dio chews thoughtfully upon his lovely loaf of bread, his eyes half-closed from the wonderful goodness that has blessed his palette. "Mmf! Moi? Oooi.." The lion points to himself and looks about as he's addressed, shooting copious amounts of crumbs onto the floor from his full mouth. After a heavy swallow and a pat upon his armored chest, he eventually gets up to his feet and scratches the back of his head. "'orse ridin', eh? 'aven't done that in 'bout two years o' so. When signing' up fer the warrior competition, I thought we'd be smackin' each other instead! Should call this the Calvary fight," he claims with a jolly laugh before reaching down and picking up his spear. "Suppose I could go borrow one."
Elroar had to switch out from being his massive Dragon self, no big deal, he was still 8' 5". He heads over to his horse, saddling up. He knew what to do. "Heh good luck with those sharp sticks lads! I've seen shivs less flimsy." The shirtless Komodo starts riding his horse, getting ready for the event.
