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.
Kalt waves farewell to the other contestants as the warriors are led off to their own area, the vixen's gaze falling upon the opposite riders before she climbs onto the back of her horse, and buckles her helmet on. Ensuring her neckguard was present before snagging her Lance and spurring her horse forward in preperation.
"Alright, on the count of three, blow up your brick walls, mages. I know it's a competition but keep it friendly." The in charge growls softly, and then he signals for the judges attention before waving his hand down and counting down to three! The skunk mage almost preempts the signal as she lets loose a massive fireball that just punches a hole into the wall and the resultant explosive impact sending bricks flying all about, almost into the crowd. 8-7-10! What a score.
A few of the arrows have found their mark, taking out the apple without hurting the dummy at all. The successful contenders move to one side while the rest slink away dejectedly. Less than half made it through the first round. The IC points to the two dummies set aside for the two Solacious nobles. "Quickly. Next round will start, with or without you."
The IC at the warrior side nods and then opens the stables to pull out a strong looking horse for Dio while the other warriors get kitted out and led to different corners of the enclosure. It's a one on one combat, it seems, with Kalt and Elroar early early, they're put against opponents of similar build, though it's hard to see who is what behind so much armor. The signal for these two matchups is given, and almost immediately, the horses that they were given charge, whether the participants are ready or not!
Fenris applauds politely for the skunk mage's explosive fireball and steps up to face off with his own wall. The tiger takes a deep breath before dropping into a fighting stance and throwing a punch at the wall! The tiger has been practicing since the little fiasco at the tiny canine riot, as he had come to think of it. He focuses the raw force of an elemental blast around his fist, sending it speeding at the brick wall! In the same breath, he utilizes his mastery of air magic to create a crushing downdraft on the area of the wall and draws on earth magic to draw the debris down into the dirt of the tourney field. If he does this right, there should be a great KABOOM and then nothing to show the wall was ever there!
Cedric quickly does the calculations of some earth math in his head, waving a hand before quickly kneeling down to channel the tumultuous energy into the ground and incite controlled tremors near the wall in an attempt to crumble the wall at its very foundation. As the earth quakes and splits open around the wall, he concentrates on some fire math to send a wave of fountainous flames up through the cracks in the ground just for show!
Cassidy quickly steps forward, readying her longbow and the bit of math inherent in the bow's construction. "Sorry, sorry. Let me get on that, then!" Approaching her target she draws one of her arrows and notches it, slowly drawing back the string and lining her shot before letting it fly, the arrow unafflicted by the breeze, it seems.
Angus blinks a bit at the impatient Ic, giving them a bland look before he switches his musket over to his right hand. Taking a step forward he draws one of his pistols quickly with his left, takes a beed on the apple and squeezes the trigger. Sending the pistol ball speeding towards its target with a puff of smoke and the crack of gunpowder.
Before going and retrieving his horse, Dio heads over to the storage area and gets himself geared up, taking up a shield and padded lance along with proper head protection to go along with his plate armor. "Yer a strong lookin' one!" The lion says with a hint of excitement as he looks over his mount. "Let's see... I'm gonna name ya... Leo! Ya, that's good. If ya perform well..." His voice drops to a low whisper, muzzle getting close to the horse's ear. "I'll buy ya some food o' somethin'. They got vegetables in the market like ya wouldn't believe. Now! Let's go on an' win this thing."
Saddling himself upon his horse, Dio wobbles a bit as he attempts to find his balance after years of non-practice. Shield in one hand and lance in the other, the lion moves into position and awaits his opponent.
Dio's opponent is led to the opposite side of the ring, and then the moment both of them are lined up, the IC gives the signal to joust! Luck of the draw, perhaps, but Dio's opponent looks like one of the swifter contenders...just digging his greaves into his horse's side to spur it faster while he stays hunched down, lands and shield raised. Kalt's horse is the only amongst the other three that doesn't jerk to a forced start, giving her quite a sizable advantage over her opponent who's fighting hard to keep balance. Weight gives both Elroar's and his opponent's horses quite slow movement, giving them plenty of time to recover.
Dio leans down to talk to his horse right before the joust begins. "This one looks tough! Let's see... I don't think I've ever used a lance before... Let's just run in an' show 'em everything we got!" After the signal goes off, the lion prepares himself and heads forward at full speed, lance couched and prepared to make a blow right into the chest of his opponent. It was certainly close, but it seemed he had just the right angle and speed to get the upper hand upon his opponent. The padded lance presses against the plate of his opponent, delivering a mighty blow at great speed!
Elroar brings his shield up, making sure his guard can take anything his wee little opponent can dish out. Even without chest armor he doesn't feel any fear for his safety. He's survived worse.
Kalt raises her lance to her opponent in a show of good will, before closing her muzzle guard on her helmet as she spurrs her horse forward! The advantage of her smooth start more than enough for her to get a good line in as she shimmies the lance around... The poor opponent didn't even seem to stand a chance as they're soon slammed perfectly with the lance, in the center of their chest! The Vixen attempting to fully dismount her opponent quickly it seems...
Fenris gets a nice 9-9-7 after the dust settles...getting penalty points for making the judges wait to see the end result. Cedric gets a poor grade of 8-1-9 at first...until ooooooooooooohs~ Leak from the crowd and the judges at the adjustments to the textbook spell, the papers quickly being discarded in favor of a more solid 8-8-9. Through the wall's debris, a line of armed guards have formed, enlisted recruits dressed in heavy armors carrying children's balls tucked under their arms, giving ten targets to each of the mages. "Mmh. You need to destroy as many of the balls as you can. But you'll be disqualified if you severely hurt any of the recruits." The skunk laughs and then calls up an unstable elelemental near the line of guards to just punch the balls towards the crowd, making sure the Good King himself gets one to catch!
Both Angus and Cassidy have no issues making their shots. Though the next one seems a lot more difficult to make. The dummys are quickly replaced by what look like odd structures built of wood, with a single glass orb trapped in the middle of the whole thing. "One shot. Break the glass and you're out. That includes dropping the orb on the floor." Perhaps some study might lead to a weak point being discovered.
All three of the Gifted win their respective jousts, Elroar just slamming his opponent's shield arm almost right off with his greater combined weight between his horse and his form, and Dio's lance catching his enemy a split second before he himself would be struck. The combatants horses are led in place again for the semifinals! With a single non-gifted left, Dio and Elroar are pitted against one another!
