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Post by Snoe on Mar 9, 2018 7:10:18 GMT
Alik groaned at the dawn light cutting over the shifting waves on the horzon. He’d been watching the ships... new tournament competitors showing up today and for the nex few. He was intending to greet them but was sporting a slight hangover and playing nice was a little difficult in this condition. The Nation tournaments were coming up again and Alik had done a round of the local taverns to celebrate... He might not have made it out of bed if Thana wasn’t nipping at him all morning. The prickly lizard the size of a medium dog lounging at his side while he sat against a post on the dock.
The bottle from last night empty... enough for him to curse his tolerance for the stuff. Every time he dozed off, Thana jabbed him “Ouch damn! Watch where you stick that... I’m starting to like it.” He laughed and Thana huffed trotting off for a bit to visit the nearest restaurant. Thana was just as famous as Alik was on the Island so she got free meals just fro showing up, and familiars got special treatment in the first place. It was a capital offense to interfere with a Familiar not to mention if there were any real trouble Thana could turn into a very big and exceptionally dangerous land dragon. The only time she wasn’t a grump was when she had a plate of meat and when tormenting Alik in the early morning hours during his occasional hangovers.
Alik recalled the Onhun fields were cleared out for warm up excersises as were the lagoons... actually the whole south of the island had been made into a training camp of sorts. Alik could go there later... he was considering another drink to ease off this headache... but Thana wouldn’t allow that... she was a little bossy in a motherly kind of way; no drinking in day light. Satyrs were known for enjoying liquor... the stories had something to them, the parties back home were amazing even by Elysian standards. You can take the Satyr out of the woods... or so the saying goes.
It was an hour before Thana came trotting back with a red snout and the smell of mutton on her breath. “What couldn’t bring me some breakfast while you were out.” Thana tilted her head back as if to laugh at him only to turn around and attempt to lead him to another restaurant. “You’re still hungry and you need me to pay this time don’t you.” Thana nodded an affirmative “You’re lucky I’m loaded, so lead on milady.” Alik grunted to his feet and began toward the nearest place serving breakfast. The new arrivals would probably wind up in one of these places anyway.
The place was called the Erenhouse, a little seaside rest house and tavern cheap but good food, most of these places were all booked up for spectators, the Nation houses put them to shame in terms of luxury but Alik preferred having his home to himself and Thana. Little place out of town in the woods away from it all when not enoying a drink or twenty the night before, Thana goes hunting at night but always hunts him down come morning.
Alik ordered breakfast for them both, this was going to be one hell of a bill. The table being totally racked up with almost every item, and that was just for Alik, on the floor there were bowls and bowls of meats. It looked odd to anyone that didn’t know his monstrous appetite, it was then that Alik spied a few Tamer’s come off the boat and into the restaraunt.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 9, 2018 13:16:54 GMT
The journey towards the tournament via ships were lengthly ones. Taking a few days to arrive. This did not bother Ares too much, feeling more at home when beside the sea. The bard spent most of the journey practicing their musical talents and performance for the big event or writing in a journal their experience, later used as material for songs or poems. Despite Ares' excitement, their nerves also remind them what is really at stake here. The Aquaborn clan are known for their culture and entertainment... But they are suffering. Lacking resources to strive and only one or two alliances, neither of them of significant power. Ares contended this tournament for the publicity and cresting connections in hopes of forming new allies and increasing their fame for the clan. They do not need to win the whole competition, just to catch the eyes of some big cats...
As a tamer, Ares does not take this quest alone. Usually laid across their chest with his chin resting on a shoulder, Avorn never leaves his master's side. He is a iguana sized lizard with lustrous scales a deep blue like the sea. Those who see them together on the ship, the familiar barely does anything and seems very lazy. To him, he is just biding his time and saving energy for when it is needed. He gets fed fish and can relax to his master's songs, why lift a claw when he could reserve it for later? No one would suspect that the lizard's true form is a mighty Leviathan, colossal ambitious beasts that can grow larger than these voyage ships. Even at childhood age, Avorn is still bigger than four carriages combined. Ares has kept that fact secret, wanting to reveal their companion's beast side for the tourney and boost the showcase it will provide.
Together, they have high hopes to achieve this goal. Their mental link share mutual emotions towards their destination, though Avorn shows nerves of steel that keeps Ares' spirits up. They admire the aquatic lazybones, no care the what ifs or downsides. Just when the next fish meal will come along. The ships soon dock at their location. Tamers, eager and nervous alike, begin to disembark to be greeted and introduce themselves to other newcomers and veterans. Some keep to themselves. Ares sees this as a true moment to slow down, take in their sights and just relax. They don the white performance mask that is the emblem of the Aquaborn Clan in hopes that it will gather attention towards what matters. An stringed instrument is removed from their back and wedges the backend between Ares' chin and shoulder, holding the neck with one hand and equipping a bow with another. The device has been called a Violin, quite a fancy instrument that is seldom seen in most lands. Drawing bow and fingers holding against the strings creates sounds that are wonderful to the ears. The Bard sits down on a nearby stone and begins to play a simple ballad, one that sparks the thoughts of the beginning. Start of adventures and discovery. It is fitting for this scenario. Avorn moves themselves to his master's lap, slowly closing his eyes with a reptilian purring sound. The song has his approval! That's all Ares needs to continue. Maybe others will approach from the pleasant melody...
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Post by Shift on Mar 10, 2018 1:12:22 GMT
Days worth of salty seawater had filled his nose for far too long aboard that godforsaken ship to head to the tournament. At the first sight of dry land, Fian was, needless to say, relieved to see it. Coming from the Sagegrowth clan, he was used to thick forests and vegetation, none of which were present in an ocean or boat. He had spent most of the time in the ship with Splintril, going over what his clan had taught and trained him to do. A lot was riding on him, his clan having faded to the background as they became less and less prominent due to never participating in the tournament. This affected alliances, trade, far too much to let continue. If he were to fail, his clan would likely be doomed to obscurity. If he won, however, he would bring fame and recognition. He didn't even have to win the whole thing, just show his skill. Of course, winning is always a perk.
He stepped onto the docks, the wooden familiar at his legs, following him as he walked. Splintril, despite his seemingly small stature and harmlessness, possessed great skill in the forest. Darting from shadow to shadow with nary a trace, he was truly a sight to behold, if you get the chance. Now, he seemed to just be a small deer of wood and roots. He spotted the restaurant, hidden amounts of hunger leaping forward. "How about some food first, huh?" He asked quietly to Splintril, who's only respond was a single look. He shook his head as he chuckled, heading over to the Erenhouse. From the signs that waved above doors, it held some rooms to rent. Of course, the Nation houses that existed on the island were far better, these seeming to be much more for spectators. Regardless, it served food and he was hungry. He was pretty sure Splintril was hungry too, but the wooden stare made it difficult to tell. He sat down at a table, calling over a waitress. He ordered some breakfest, which was nothing compared to the meal ordered by the man sitting at the other table. He watched him ludicrously, wondering how he could possibly be so hungry, as he continued to eat his own meal.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 10, 2018 4:47:22 GMT
The last year of Skar's life all lead up to this day. Today he and Kardes will fight, Adrian Bright and his phoenix Basil. The bird had a few advantages over Kardes, it was easily much faster then him, not to mention its ability to engulf itself in flames will make catching it nearly impossible. All was not lost though, Skar has been fighting for six years now while Adrian was in his third. Skar had much more experience fighting, and were well known for how tough they are.
Today's morning light crept into the bedroom of Skar's villa. His success tied along with smart management has earned him quite a lot of coin. His home was grand it was built in a Greek style, the stone walls kept cool during the summer and held the warmth in during the winter. The home was fully furnished, with expensive and well made furniture, Skar spared no expense. The building itself was in the shape of a square, inside the center was an outdoor garden with a grand gazebo. Many parties have been hosted here, and if he is victorious today another will be thrown. Inside the entrance way was a glass case holding all of his past championships. His two Land trophies both made of obsidian with a variety of gems sparkle all of them. Three of them were for his Sky championships, they were made of star metal. A rare metal that falls from the vary sky, it is very valuable and only a master smith can craft using it. Lastly his two Hybrid championship belts, there designs change every year, and are usually personalized for the victor should they wish.The front gate was made of bronze, when the gates are closed his families sigil sits in the center. The symbol was two crossed axes with a dragon behind them grabbing the axes with its claws.
Of course the dragon in question was Kardes who sat in front on a mirror grooming himself. The day of a big fight was stressful for both of them, and Kardes dealt with stress by making sure he looked his best. Skar finished getting dressed in some light clothes for now nothing fancy, he sits at his dinning table it was a grand table capable of sitting twelve though unless his servants were using it he mostly sat alone these days. Sometimes he'll bring a 'guest' home, but they tend to not stay long the next day. The loneliness doesn't bother Skar, he was just happy to be living such a comfortable life he sat here in the lap of luxury instead of freezing in some cabin too small to be called a house. Long are the days of living in the free dorms new and struggling tamers were given, everything here was his he earned with his blood, sweat, and tears. Not only was he enjoying success, he was sending wagons of money back home to his clan. Skar was the most successful chief they've ever had, and he wasn't even a chief yet technically his father still ruled even though Kardes has bonded with Skar. His fight was in a few hours after breakfast he should head to the arena shortly.
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Post by Snoe on Mar 10, 2018 7:22:32 GMT
Alik managed to put away the massive mount-food that he'd ordered sighing in satisfaction, Thana mowing down her's just as quickly contently licking her chops. "Good choice." He commented to his companion, though patting her on the head was out of the question. Treating Thana as an equal was a major thing with the lizard, so treating her like some animal usually ended badly... you don't want to piss off a Nidhogg one whiff of that poison and you were in for a horrible day. A few fellow Tamers made that mistake in the past.
It was there sitting back in his chair when Thana jabbed her pointy nose into his thigh and looked out into the street. Music was being played not far away, Alik loved music, reminded him of home and a real Satyr never went anywhere without a flute. "Oh? You want me to go say hello to a fellow musician... well who am I to refuse." Alik peeled out a handful of coins to cover the meal before standing. Observing the new Tamer's filling the bar, one seemed very naturely traveling with an treant of sorts... that's rare indeed. Pausing for a moment Alik drew a finger across the glamour tattoo revealing his antlers before stopping by. "Happy to see someone finally entering a Treant... best of luck." Patting the young man on the shoulder before leading off to the sound of music.
Pulling the pan flute from his belt and testing out a few notes before stepping out Alik listened to the flowing music of this mysterious mask wearing individual with another rare looking creature. Seemed this year was going to be full of surprises, either way Alik continued with his impulse playing a few notes. Making friends was a good thing on this island, especially with fellow Tamers. Being singled out was a good way to lose early on in the qualifying rounds. That and he loved to play.
Matching the string instrument and complimenting the tune, Alik played his flute elegantly though this person certainly held a talent above his for music. Careful not to commandeer the flow of the music Alik closed the distance and continued to support her sound... it was only polite; Satyrs had etiquette in terms of joining another's song. When the song had come to a close Alik placed his flute back into the leather fold on his belt "A lovely song, it was a pleasure to enjoy it with you, I'm Alik, and this is Thana." The Nidhogg had taken to lying down peacefully head turned to the song, a crowd having gathered for them both. Alik held out a hand "And may I ask the name of my fellow Tamer and their companion?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 10, 2018 13:05:21 GMT
Ares loses themselves in the strings of the violin and the music it creates. Closing their eyes the same as Avorn and let the tune overtake until the end.. Though the bard opens their eyes when another instrument joins the ballad. A panflute, it's sounds mixing in smoothly but does not threaten to overtake. Ares tilts their head to see a small crowd has gathered to listen but another tamer playing along. It makes them smiles behind the mask and nod to the tamer, pleased to see other musicians populate here. Avorn has almost been lulled into a nap as he curls up on his master.
Once the song is over, Ares bows their head to the fellow. "You play wonderfully." They praise as the mask is removed, no longer needed now the performance is over. This tamer sees reptilian eyes matching the familiar perched on their lap. It is hard to distinguish if they are male or female, youthful features looking they belong to both genders. Their voice is smooth and pitched the same way. As they stand, Avorn's claws cling lightly to his master's uniform to keep grip but not enough to dig into their flesh. They move into their usual position over the chest. Ares gives a respectful, slightly theatrical bow both to Alik and Thana shown in their teachings as greetings. "I am Ares of the Aquaborn clan. This here is Avorn, the one I share this journey with." The familiar in question turns his flexible neck to look at Alik, snorting a lazy hello.
"Are you here to compete? Or one of the experienced?" The bard asks curiously, naive about the tourneys here and unaware of Alik or Thanas reputation. They never really studied much about this place except it's culture rather than it's people.
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Post by Shift on Mar 10, 2018 17:52:59 GMT
He watched as the man came forward to him, showing a faint look of suprise as antlers appeared at a moment's notice. Splintril wordlessly observed the interaction. At his comment, Fian nodded. He had known Treants were almost always found near the Sagegrowth clan, though there have been cases of some wandering off into other lands. A rarity to fight, needless to say. "Best of luck to you and your beast as well." He recognized the lizard that seemed to hang around the man, but he couldn't be sure of it just yet. It was always difficult in regards to the familar form to recognize them fully. Of course, Splintril was clearly a treant beast of some form due to his appearance. The wood, roots, and occasional moss or leaf made it fairly obvious to even the least observative people. He finished his meal, handing vegetables to Splintril for him to munch on.
He turned in his seat, hearing the song. He motioned to Splintril, who layed down in silent listening to the melodious tune. The two players were likely competitors, seeing from the beasts that lingered by them at their feet and at their shoulder. One was the man who he had spoken to just a moment ago, and another who likely had just come off the boat. He listened, moving closer slightly to hear the soft tune and tapped along to the rhythm, joining the small crowd. Splintril enjoyed it, even bobbing his head slightly.
Once the song finished, he sent off a quick round of applause alongside the other members of the small audience. As the crowd trickled out, Splintril went ontop of a nearby empty crate, laying down. Compared to other beasts, Splintril was a calm one, which one would assume from a being as old as he. Fian walked over slightly to join his companion, observing the crowd as they walked past and the converstation happening before them. He should probably talk to some of the competitors at that, form an alliance of sorts. He'll have to think on that later on.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 11, 2018 6:23:12 GMT
Skar's morning had been routine, he ate peacefully, exercised a little, and headed to the arena. The stands were beginning to fill, Sky battles overlook a magnificent cliff. Below the cliff is the ocean and nothing else as far as the eye can see.
To the side were areas for tamers and their beast to rest and prepare before a fight. Today was the day that the new recruits were to arrive so this fight was for more than the championship. Skar had a chance to strike fear into the hearts of the new comers thinking they can take his spot at the top.
Skar was a bit unpopular with the older veterans who viewed the battles to be taken seriously. Skar wasn't the first flamboyant fighter to enter the arena, but he certainly found a lot of success. As he sat in the preparation hall he went over his entrance one last time. The musicians were ready, he also had a chorus positioned in the stands as well. The last part was his ceremonial armor, it was being prepared as he waited. Kardes lay curled into a ball still in his familiar form, his calm demeanor was a front for the carnage that sat behind his eyes.
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Post by Snoe on Mar 11, 2018 20:20:03 GMT
Alik bows at the compliment, gesturing to his antlers “Well a Satyr that can’t play isn’t much of a Satyr at all.” Alik turned to bow to the crowd the people clapping and Alik waving off a few fans from gushing before he can focus on the person before him. Neither man nor woman, kept indescreet for some personal or cultural reason... best not to pry.
As to her questsion Alik took a seat near by “Well Yes I am here to compete BUT not for the initiation bout, I’m the former Hybrid champion and current Hunt champion... with Old lady Thana ofcourse.” That prompted a glare from the spiky lizard and a little growl, Alik coulnd’t help but tease her from time to time.
“Speaking of which there’s a ceremonial match starting soon to kick off the the festivities and after I think the first draw for the four way fight.” Alik err’d on the side of caution in terms of assuming new contestants new the Tournament rules, it wasn’t like the games on the mainland. “There’s also registration for the draws and class assignments, they’ll be fights throughout the day and some of tomorrow depending on how many ships arrive late.” Alik stood up and faced toward the Coliseum at the sound of the bells “Care to join me?” If Ares agreed Alik would show the way to the Colliseum, probably meet them again because he was going to be overseeing the matches, couldn’t let the Newbies butcher each other.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 12, 2018 10:00:17 GMT
Ares face lights up in surprise once Alik reveals himself to be a former champion. They feel slightly embarrassed for mistaking him for a fresh contender, some tamers would find it insulting. The bard looks apologetic. "Then I must apologise for my ignorance.. I did not mean to offend." They say with composure but their tone slightly more meek. Not only did a former champion approach to speak with them, but shared a song as well! They should show more respect than this..
The young tamer smiles softly when offered to join Alik and Thana. This could be a good way to make connections and a possible friend in this place, as well as learn all the layout and guidelines needed to know. Good progress is being made. It's not just for professional reasons, Aquaborns can be renowned for being socialites among others and creating bonds with others. Avorn doesn't kick up a fuss either, so Ares knows this isn't some sort of trick. "I would like that. Thank you." They answer with a nod in acceptance. The violin is slung over their back once more and mask attached to their belt. Who knows what the ceremonial match consist of?
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Post by Shift on Mar 12, 2018 21:13:27 GMT
He continued to watch the crowd flow past, not unlike the streams he'd often spot in his numerous treks across the wilderness. Suddenly, a passing conversation gave him a realization. He had forgotten about the ceremonial match he had heard was taking place in the Colliseum. The thought of having almost missed it made him cringe, and it seemed even Splintril shared that sentiment, its head tilting at it. He sat up from his seat besides the crate, beginning to follow the anxious crowd.
He considered his various plans he could take throughout the time spent here, such as ambushes, chases, and various other ones. He had to be prepared. If he wasn't, shame would be brought upon his clan. Splintril followed calmly, trotting and dashing between limbs to keep pace, hardly minding the added work. He didn't actually know who was participating in the match, but he could assume a champion of some kind. If it's a champion, he should take notes, because after all, in order to be a champion, you either have talent and training or far too much luck.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 13, 2018 7:40:37 GMT
The arena was filled to a breaking point, each fighting area had a different style and thus an unique design. The sky arena was in a crescent moon overlooking the highest side cliff on the North side of the island. Below was dangerous waters hiding spiked rocks, many a tamer and beast have plummeted onto those rocks. Skar was one of those unfortunate ones, most of his ribs were broken, but he survived. The roar of the crowd signaled that the warm up match was over. It was two second years fighting in a grudge match, apparently they were good friends, but one betrayed the other in some way and now it was personal. Skar scoffed at the ideas of such petty revenge, "This was a business first and foremost. Getting emotions in the way is a good way to lose everything" He thinks to himself as he begins to dress himself. A few of the men he hired to put on his little show gathered around, they were in traditional Nordic armor all were carrying iron axes with round shields; the Coldblood clan sigil rest proudly upon the wooden shields. They are given the go ahead, it is time to make an entrance. The arena is packed full, you can nearly swim through the anticipation. Coldblood and Bright clan banners fill the arena as loyal fans begin to bicker over who will win. This matches referee was one Awinita Cloudstepper, she was a bronze beauty from the far western lands. Across the great ocean her people hail from, they have many beast far different then what is seen in these lands. Awinita's was something called a Thunderbird, it was a massive hawk capable of summoning powerful storms and striking her enemies with lightning. She stood on the cliff looking into the stands awaiting the competitors. A loud, proud, and powerful screech echos across the sky, causing a nearly complete silence among the crowd, causing them to look up. All the onlookers can see is the sun, as it rapidly falls towards them from the sky, instead of fear the crowd responds to this potential armageddon with more cheers. As the sun gets closer it takes upon the shape of a giant bird, at incredible speeds it falls faster and faster. It falls past the cliff in its fiery glory, a lone man jumps off the flaming bird landing. He reveals a cocky grin, Adrian Bright stands in his families Greek armor with one hand raised to the sky pointing upwards. A moment later Basil emerges from below the cliff standing behind Adrian still burning brighter then the sun. It spreads it's wings showing how massive the bird truly is, then with a snap of his finger the flames retreat revealing the orange feathers of the bird reflecting the sunlight majestically. It seems Adrian took a few pointers from Skar. The crowd is split half cheering the other half booing. Awinita raises her right hand and annouces Adrian. "Ladies, gentlemen, and beast of all shapes and sizes. Here is your Sky champion, 'The Shooting Star' Adrian Bright, and Basil." A large explosion of cheers cancels out any booing. The crowd begins to die down and another silence takes over them, towards the right of the stands was a large metal gate; everyone in near unison turns towards it expectantly. Just then a piano note is hit, and the crowd picks up where it left off, this time those who were booing were now cheering and vice versa. Icy mist crawls out of the gate as it slowly raises, the mist begins to travel even farther towards the cliff. It is nearly impossible to see into the mist, until shadowy figures begin to march in an organized fashion. There were twenty men in full armor marching into the mist, they were in four rows of five each marching rhythmically to the drums that began to accompany the piano. Soon a whole orchestra joins in, they sit on the top row of the stands so all the masses can hear. From the base of the coliseum an all male choir begins to sing, many in the crowd begin to sing with them. Glorious No, I won't give in I won't give in 'Til I'm victorious And I will defend I will defend Glorious No, I won't give in I won't give in 'Til I'm victorious And I will defend I will defend And I'll do what I must No, I won't give in I won't give in I'm so glorious Until the end Until the end
The armed men split in the middle and create to long lines, they raise their axes and cross them with the man facing them. As the music continues to play a new shadowy figure marches through the fog. This one was large then the other men, it walked with a sense of royalty as if he was the only one that deserved to be here, this one was clearly Skar Coldblood. He wore finely crafted steel chain mail, on his back was a long flowing cape, with his sigil beautifully stitched into it in gold. The cape itself is black and was crafted in such a way to mimic dragon scales. A large double headed axe sits underneath this cape, this axe was passed down generation to generation to whoever was chosen worthy of taming Kardes. The scratches and cuts tell stories long forgotten to all, but Kardes himself. His helmet is made of the same material as his armor, though it was hollow and made for show not meant to protect, the shape of a dragon's skull made it nearly impossible to see out of. Marching stoically, Skar walked through the tunnel of axes, each man stood in salute as he passed. He stops just outside the edge of the mist, his men retreat inside the gate while Skar poses. He bows forward a bit, then in a fluid motion he throws himself back straight up with his arms stretched out to allow the fans to bask in his glory. The crow pops again for his antics, with many imitating his mannerisms; mostly children but adults do too. As he stands there the music slowly fades out, an intimidating roar is heard from the gate. The ground begins to shake a bit as Kardes slowly walks out of the gate loving every moment of the attention. His large shadow is something to be feared, as it's mere presences stuns many in awe. The mist slowly fades, Kardes stands on his back legs and mimics Skar's stance; to the excitement of the crowd. Awinita points towards Skar and begins her introduction. "And the challenger, 'The Dragon King' Skar Coldblood!" The crowd cheers for a few seconds Awinita gives them a moment to calm before she continues. "This match is for the Sky championship, as an aside Skar as promised to retire should he lose this bout. This is his own decision and will not be enforced by our organization." She commands the attention of the crowd as they focus on her. "The rules of this match are as follows. Each competitor has agreed that there are no rules. This fight is until one of them surrenders or is knocked back into their familiar form." She takes a breath and continues speaking, "Therefore their are no disqualifications, count outs, or illegal maneuvers. Competitors shake hands and take off, the match starts on my lightning bolt." Skar removes his helmet, axe, and cape handing them to an aide. Adrian and Skar shake hands and exchange a few pleasantries before each mounts their respective beast. The energy from the crowd was electric, as the match was about to begin.
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Post by Snoe on Mar 14, 2018 12:09:44 GMT
Alik winked to his new travelling companion and le them towardt he Coliseum square. It was a very elegant open area near the foot of the cliffs, and where all roads led to or out of; to get to any of the Coliseums one ame through this square. Alik explained it jovially to Ares as they went “The only one that’s out of the way is the Hunting grounds but those events are viewed through the Seer’s pool.” Alik went on to describe the ampitheatre a closed in structure in the center of the Hunting grounds, a large plot of mixed forest swamps and jungle. The Coliseum seating was built around the Seer’s pool it was a large pool of water overseen by a team of Oracles, these women allowed everyone to see these hunts throught this pool. It was really a sight to behold.
“Today there’s a big match in the Sky Coliseum.” Alik sounded less than pleased with the fact, considering whom was fighting. Skar was such a blow-hard these days... that fact he kept to himself, “There’s a registration booth right here in the square they open after the match today, SO you might wanna stop by here on the way back down, the Hybrid Arena is were the qualifying match is in the afternoon.”
Alik kept moving to Cliffside the gaurds holding to the royal seating... or rather nobles and champions parted to allow Alik and his guests into their front seats. “So you luck out and get to see the Sky champions fight up close.” Alik taking a seat and Thana propping herself up in her own seat sneering at the over zealous entrance of these Sky class champs... Alik understood her little motions all too well “They figure they have wings that showing off is their divine right or something... showmanship is one thing dick measuring is another.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 14, 2018 17:54:45 GMT
Ares makes a note of where the sign ups shall be taking place when Alik informs them. The bard and the leviathan have already decided to put their skills within Hybrid, Land and Water. The third category they will excel in. Avorn is almost giddy to get back into the waters in his true form, the freedom within the aqua is an exhilarating experience for beasts of his craft. An experience his master can share, thanks to their adopted traits of flexibility and water breathing. Sometimes Ares feels more at peace in the seas than their feet on dry ground.
Ares is most surprised when Alik takes them into a royalty's worth of Spectator's seats. Champions and nobles have made themselves comfortable here... They do not feel worthy to be here, but the bard must remain professional and polite! This is an opportunity in itself, make a good impression to catch their eye. Allies and a good reputation for the Aquaborn matters more than anything. Their people are counting on Ares. They struggle to hide their starstruck self when spotting the Water Champion amongst the audience in this prestigious spot. It's one person Ares knows as a bit of a celebrity. Catarina OceanHeart, a tall and pale half breed of human and mermaid with hair that flows elegantly like water. Three times defending her title as the champion here, known to be a soft soul but fierce commitment to their goals and dreams. Her beast and forever companion curls around their master's shoulders... A golden whale dragon named Ceadeus. An almost legendary beast in her own right whose size and power outdo many super heavyweights. She and Catarina both proved a point that even solely aquatic creatures can be on par with hybrid monsters of all levels... Even Avorn cannot pretend to not care of these two! The bard must not make fools of themselves... Their very idol is only a few seats away.
The ceremonial match is about to begin as soon as Ares takes their seat next to Alik, both contestants making grand entrances into the arena. A Phoenix and an Ice Dragon, both uncommon breeds of beast and born for combat. The elegance catches Ares' attention from start to finish, a weakling when it comes to the dramatic. While Avorn watches over their shoulder, he doesn't show as much passion as his master. It's very nice to look at, he will admit that much... "It's a performance of intimidation and power." Ares says aloud to Alik, eyes still locked on as it plays out. "The chanting, proud display of weapons and a path made clear for the challenger, free of obstacles. The march of a champion, a leader that should not be taken lightly." They begin to analyse piece by piece. It's very hard for them to hide their awe. Not for the contestant, but the way they entered into the arena, the showstopping act that has the entire arena cheering. The bard is impressed. Although.. They begin to frown when the dragon holds their wings out in a dramatic display as pride and what could be arrogance radiates from both beast and tamer. "Though you have a point... The lines between putting on an entertaining display and stroking your own ego is... blurry. Some never know the difference." Ares agrees with Alik's comment about the need to display their wing span. Their intense studies and shows back home taught them that an ego overtaking the main drive for an act can be poisonous, a corruption. Performing should be an art and remain an art. Avorn makes a soft growl in agreement with the fellow tamer. Perhaps it's the shared opinion for flightless beasts. Wings do not make a victor, the leviathan just loves to prove that to fliers...
The battle is about to begin. This is the first Ares will watch, between a veteran competitor and the defending champion. They can hardly wait for it to begin.
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Post by Raz on Mar 14, 2018 18:41:22 GMT
Strand after strand of silk strips were fastened over his forehead. His vision went dark as a small form applied the final wrap of white bandages to his eyes. He had been taught long ago that any marks showing him to be of clan Arenea could put him at risk. "It also unnerves others." He murmured quietly, remembering his mentor's teachings. "A man unnerved is an ally lost." He continued, knowing he must strive to gain any alliances that he could. Tiala had finished covering his eyes while he held his hands in his lap. Next was to cover his neck which meant that he must stay still. Tiala did not enjoy having to redo his bandages because of his inability to sit still. The threads quickly began to envelop his neck while he waited. Spero was sitting with his human eyes closed as his partner worked, he focused on steadying his heart. He breathed in through his nose and exhaled through his mouth. But even with his breathing exercises he could feel the residual nervous energy making his body tense. Today was the day he had trained all of his life for. Even the most stoic of monks wouldn't have been able to fully drown out all of their emotions. Not with so much riding on his success today. If he didn't- there was a sharp jab on the side of his neck from Tiala poking him with her leg. She knew that he was nervous and would be fretting terribly over this. "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry, Lady Tiala." He whispered apologetically. He returned to focusing on his breathing once more in an attempt to empty his mind of all things that may hinder him. He focused his thoughts on what he should do once they arrive at port. "Leave the ship, head for the center of the city. Listen to the crowds, see if there is a common thread among them. Find where the qualifiers are being held." His stomach growled loudly as he was thinking, "And...no. Focus." He thought harshly, trying to ignore his hunger.
Two hours later finds the young Spero standing on the docks with all of his earthly possessions being what he has on him currently. He wears a white cloak over his robes. He had crafted it from his own silk on the way to the island. It was difficult at first to get the threading right but eventually, with Tiala's help, he got the hang of it. He glanced around with his crimson eyes at the people going past. He felt out of place here among all of these Tamers. Each of them walked with their familiars visible to see. They either walked alongside them or clung to their master's shoulders. Tiala did not like being in the spotlight however and preferred to reside under his hood. He listened for a moment trying to see what was happening today. The gist of what he heard was the excited clamor of other newcomers. They spoke of how excited they were to see the old champions and fighters. Some were shy, others arrogant, none had any real idea where they were going at first. As he was listening he heard the sound of the most peculiar instrument he'd ever heard. It was as though two webs were rubbing against each other. He glanced towards the sound and spotted someone surrounded by a small crowd. "Perhaps they know the way?" He suggested. Tiala tapped his head twice to signal he should go and see. When he approached he noticed that there was someone else playing with them now. A man by the looks of it. The tunes of his flute mesh beautifully with the sounds of the strange instrument that the other person's instrument. He squinted his eyes at them but could not tell what they were. Though he supposed it was only natural to find yet another mystery on an island filled with such people.
When the fun has ended and the musicians bow to their audience he hears that the Satyr is actually one of the champions of the arena. This peaked his interest immediately, and so did it seem, the person he had been playing with. They appeared to be beyond excited for this encounter and spoke with awe and respect to the champion. Through Spero's observation he learned that the man was called Alik and the other was called Ares. "Interesting, perhaps we could follow them to our destination." He muttered under his breath to Tiala. He hears mention of where the registration for newcomers is located and makes a mental note of it so that he will know where to go after this. The Champion and his new friend walk off towards the Sky Colosseum with Spero tailing them. With so many people following them to the arena it shouldn't be too much of a problem that he was tagging along. Chances are they wouldn't think anything of someone walking along with them. Still best to keep some distance if at all possible. Spero followed them all the way to the Sky Colosseum. Unfortunately he had to divert paths once they went towards the clearly high brow part of the viewing area. Spero didn't like the idea of sitting in the regular seating though. He'd likely not be able to see much of the action from the common seats. Breaking from the crowd he walked over to the cliffs edge and climbed over the edge. He could see the contestants entering the arena with quite the pomp and circumstance. He clung to the cliffsedge without any difficulty in the slightest. His one bestial trait that no one could see was keeping him attached to the cliff face.
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Post by Shift on Mar 14, 2018 20:52:53 GMT
He continued to walk along to the Colliseum, intrigued by what may possibly await him there. It was a Sky based battle, one of the types he couldn't participate in. After all, a Treant off ground is useless, especially to one that relies on ambushes. He listened absentmindedly to the pair he had trailed behind, hearing of the registration booth. He noted the location of it to visit later, following the stream of spectators.
He stepped inside the spectator's seating area, in silent awe at the sheer amount of people there, each one watching intently for the match to begin. However, first they must wait for the introductions to go underway. He watched the admittably ego-stroking entrance, listening to the song and choir as he stepped out with an almost forceful air of power brought on by the atmosphere he surely designed himself. Splintril watched intently, observing his motions without pause, a skill acquired by both age and seemingly consisting of only animated flora. The fight was between an Ice Dragon and a Phoenix, their similarities ending at their precision and grace in the air and their differences beginning at the elemental leaning that sirrounds their very beings. One led by Skar, the other by Adrian. He maintained a similar calmness to Splintril, struggling to hold it as excitement bounded within him. His foot tapped anxiously, while Splintril's remained still. Their differences were noticeable at that moment, but both seemed reluctant to leave the other's side, even for a moment. Regardless of their methods, both were watching the match with curiosity.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 14, 2018 23:09:00 GMT
The two great beast take off in a grand display, their was always a certain cockiness to those in the Sky division. Maybe it had something to do with the fact they literally have to look down on others, or just the adrenaline of the wind passing by while you engage in combat. Adrian and Skar fly at a steady seedy while staying within earshot of each out. They continued to talk, as old friends and competitors tend to do. They had both entered the league around the same time, an had a bit of history with each other. They knew each others fighting style and techniques well. A soft smile falls on Adrian's face, "Want to start this traditionally?" A knowing smirk appears on both their faces as the lightning bolt strikes hard from the sky signaling the beginning of the match.
They begin to pick up speed until they were barely a blur to those watching in the stands. They turn to the sky and fly higher and higher as they skillfully twist around each other. This show of skill was something invented by the older veterans it was meant to leave the crowd in awe while also showing respect to your opponent. The giants spin around one another moving faster, the break neck speeds would throw a lesser rider from their beast while these two are making it look easy. They are nearly a meter away from each other, any mistake by either rider or beast would cause a disaster. These masters of flight achieve their goal as the crowd gasp and cheer together in near unison at their display, at one moment everyone was a fan; even those who hate them the most have to acknowledge their skill.
Reaching the summit of their flight Skar and Adrian release their grasp from their beast, both throwing themselves backwards in a free fall. A few seconds later their bodies collide as they begin to grapple and throw blows. Adrian gets the first hit in, a shot straight to the jaw would stun a lesser man than Skar. More grappling ensues as the two continue to trade hits. Knees, punches, and even a head butt or two fly back and forth. The two are in free fall as they continue to fight, the crowd are on their feet as the to fall to earth like so many shooting stars. Many panic knowing the rock formations below could prove fatal.
Kardes and Basil don't wait for their tamer's permission as they begin to engage as well. Basil uses it's amazing speed to outrun Kardes, the dragon annoyed with this situation reluctantly gives chase launching projectiles of solid ice at the bird. Basil engulfs itself in flame, if it isn't able to dodge the ice attack the heat will melt them a bit to lessen the impact. Basil is even able to get a few counter attacks in using his seed to lose Kardes in the clouds and flying by plunging his claws into Kardes thick hide. The attacks do very little damage ans serve to just increase Kardes' frustration.
The monsters break off their engagement to go rescue their masters, they nose dive at speeds even faster then the fastest beast can move. The tamers fall dramatically past the cliff and our now unseen by the fans as an anticipating silence holds them hostage. They are dangerously close to the rocks below, but their beast arrive just in time. The phoenix grabs hold of Adrian by it's talons and pulls him back to the sky, at the same time Kardes snatches Skar in it's powerful jaws. The Bright supporters cheer as they see their champion arise with his companion. A few moments later Kardes flies into line of sight, opening its maw to reveal Skar. The other half of the arena begins to cheer, Skar with an amused smile inhales deeply and then blows out a small icy mist himself tauntingly towards Adrian, the crowd eats that up. The two are bloody and bruised from their engagement, both laughing at each other nodding in unison they begin to fuse into their respective beast. Now the real phase of the battle will begin.
Meanwhile.
The small boy known as Emris had arrived with the other rookies, though this was the most exciting day of his life it was also the most stressful. All these people and noise were scary, two of them even just started playing music loudly in the street which he and Shadow found rude. Lovingly clutching his beast to his chest Emris followed the two musicians, since the blonde one said they knew where to go. They talked about other things, but he completely zoned out when he heard there would be a championship fight today. Emris knew no matter what he had to be there, so he followed the two being ignored as usual until they walked into what seemed to be the area reserved for the wealthy. Emris holds his breath and in a small puff of smoke Shadow and himself are no longer visible to the naked eye, though this form didn't mask their scent any perceptive beast could notice their presents. Though the crowd of sweaty people mixed with food and other smells would apply great camouflage. He jams his small frame behind the seats of the two he followed, once the festivities began no one bothered him in the slightest, he could focus on the entrances and the fights. He had heard much about the two fighting today and was so excited he just wanted to scream, but he knew better as Shadow sat in his lap gnawing on a bone he had acquired somewhere. No time to worry about that he was like a small child lost in the awe of the pageantry of the matches, everything was great but the two musicians won't stop talking. "How rude." The urchin thinks to himself, he worked so hard for these seats he didn't want the show ruined by two people who are too talkative.
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Post by Raz on Mar 15, 2018 1:14:09 GMT
"So this is what a sky duel looks like?" The young man said in surprise as the two Tamers circled each other. It didn't appear that this was for the benefit of the fighters but for the audience themselves. "Like minstrels in a play they are. They're speaking to each other." He said curiously noticing their lips moving and the incomprehensible sounds escaping them. Were it not for the crashing waves and the cheering crowd he might've been able to tell just what they were saying. There was flash of lightning causing him to shrink back against the rock. When he opened his eyes he expected to see the two beasts locked in an epic struggle, each looking to kill the other. He narrowed his eyes when he saw that they were doing nothing of the sort. Instead they were doing what amounted to aerial ballet as they soared into the air, each of them twirling around the other. "What are they doing?" He asked Thiala in confusion. This was not as he was taught to fight. He was taught that the fewest moves necessary to incapacitate your opponent was the best course of action. This graceful show of skill went against that principle rather heavily. He could sense Tiala's disdain for their aerial acrobatics as well in the way that she raised her two forelegs in irritation. "It's as though this is a dance rather than a battle to them. Just look at how they are flying so close to one another. If either of them slowed down they could strike at the exposed tail." This was...unorthodox to say the least. What was the point in this dance that they were engaged in? Surely this was a battle and not a theater act...right?
Their skill I flying was clear to see and Spero made no bones about that he just didn't quite grasp the point of it. With each act of their prowess the crowd's. Lives grew louder and louder. So much so that Tiala recoiled back into the quieter recesses of his hood. Entranced as he was by the display before him he was beginning to come to a conclusion as for why they are doing this. "It's not for the fighters," He said pensively, "Its for the viewers." His confusion only deepened however as that added a new layer on to this puzzle. What good does it do to impress the audience? It's not like they will help the contestant in a fight. Perhaps it's for allies? But really skill should already be enough to secure whatever they desire. "I'll have to think on this later." He murmured just as the two riders moved into the next step of their performance. To Spero's astonishment they both flung themselves backwards. His eyes were as wide as saucers and his mouth hung agape. "W-what?!" He said in astonishment. The two collided in midair as though they had choreographed this before hand. They exchange blows like madmen as they are falling like a stone. Why did they do that? If one of them let the other jump and then struck at his beast while they tried to rescue their rider the battle would be over. The beasts don't even seem bothered by their riders loss either as their own battle has just begun. Even from his place on the cliff face he could feel the cold of the Ice Dragon's breath. His eyes focused on the falling riders over the dragons as they continued to fall. They pass by the cliff and continue plummeting to the ground. "Are they actually going to let their riders die?" He wondered curiously. "Why are they still fighting? Surely one of them could've plunged a blade into the other by now."
Then almost as swift as the lightning two blurry shapes rocket past the ledge to pick up their humans. Each pluck their respective rider and soar back up to the skies above. "What a peculiar way to fight." He thought and decided to climb up to the top of the cliff, his legs dangling precariously over the edge.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 15, 2018 7:45:04 GMT
Ares falls silent once the two aerial combatants beginning to twist around each other's flight, getting higher as they do. The difficulty of such an elegant flight maneuver is not lost on them, a single move too far in the wrong direction could cause beasts to collide and severe injuries or even death would be the outcome and respects both pilots for their unparalleled skill in handling the risky show with grace. They make it look so easy... The bard barely holds their composure together, just managing to stop themselves clinging to their seat once the lightning bolt goes off. That is when the real shocker of the fight happens.
Ares audibly gasps when both fliers release their beasts and beginning to engage one another in freefall combat. This... This is not something they thought was common here, two tamers personally battling it out. They always thought their beasts would take up a majority of the fighting and tamers being their guidance.. At least, that's always how Ares and Avorn practiced. Speaking of the Phoenix and Ice Dragon, they have their own conflict as this goes on. Less of a brawl, more of an aerial chase that the fire bird leads. The avian suddenly combusts into flames and showing no signs of slowing down their incredible speed... That has made it's mark as the Bard's favourite moment, eyes widened from awe into borderline worship. It is epic, a scene that only a truly talented poet could possibly ever hope to record into words.. The dragon doesn't share their enthusiasm and seems to tire from the chase though, showing annoyance in being the slower of the two. Its nothing lesser, since it's speed is still impressive! The ice projectiles blasted from the dragon's mouth are like missiles! The deep cold makes Avorn shiver all the way from here... But his master is too locked into the double duel to barely notice. They are already coming up with lyrics to a song to this conflict which has only lasted just over ten seconds. This moment has to be immortalised in song! It simply must! If this is what is to be expected in the later matches of the tournament then Ares will surely have a lot to work with.
Once their eyes fall back on the tamers, it's just in time to see the two vanish past the cliff. Ares can't help themselves leaning over the rails in an attempt to spot the aces. Excitement turns into mild panic. The jagged rocks below would be a fatal end for both! "A-are they..." The bard chokes on their question to Alik, dreading the idea of this concluding on a dark end. The question is answered for them regardless, but not by her new companion. Two blurs shoot past at blinding speed after the endangered men, one wreathed in fire and the other trailing mists of Cold. The empty arena now absent of the four seems to slow time down, anxiety is apparent in all the seats. The next set of movements cause roars of applause, both majestic creatures of legend burst into view and carrying their respective tamers. Their rescue was a success! Even Ares clenches a fist in cheer while whispering their approval in contained excitement that this battle is far from over.
Avorn however, is no longer watching. This time it isn't out of boredom when he shifts from Ares' back to their chest so his eyes are looking over his master's shoulder and behind them. The reptilian slits narrow at the empty space in between the two tamer's backs. He senses something they cannot... An hidden guest, one he suspects shouldn't be here. Why else would they have made themselves invisible. He snorts rudely in the direction of what he is guessing is their face, the intruder is far too close in the personal space of his master...
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Post by Snoe on Mar 16, 2018 4:25:30 GMT
Watching this opening parade was exasperating for Alik, this wasn't even close to a real fight yet but the crowd was feeding off of it as if it were the sweetest nectar they ever partook of. Alik saw atleast ten moments where either combatant could have ended the fight BUT the boys had to show off. "Skar never dared pull this shit with me, knew I would ended him." Alik said aloud and it was true, there was not much playing to the crowd in their fight but the reason he lost was mostly Alik's fault he underestimated how powerful Kardes ice was. Thana was immobilized and that's when the beginning of the end started in that match. It takes quite a bit of damage to force Thana back into Familiar form... more so than most Beasts due to her ability to heal but if she can't get away from the damage it's not all that useful and neither Skar nor Kardes was showing mercy that day.
"The real fight wont start until this little show is over... wont last long." The pheonix was a very dangerous creature and Alik had been watching these matches long enough to learn quite a bit about the tamers and more so about the Beasts "There aren't any beasts faster in the air than a Pheonix and hitting them directly is rather painful... that being said its a mistake NOT to attack it like that because Pheonix's aren't all that sturdy its worth taking a little damage to land a solid blow." Alik sharing some pointers to any who'd listen "Kardes on the other hand is probably one of the toughest things to fly makes him a bit slower than most airborne Beasts he banks and climbs at a slower rate though he'll never admit its alot more dangerous he gets above his target but that's basic flight combat." Attacking from above is almost always a benefit though there were those that used the tried and true tactics to trap their opponent, "A lot of flyers prefer not to full-merge, two sets of eyes makes a huge difference."
The climb and fall of the fighters signalled an end to the the initial 'show' Alik sighed in relief "Maybe now they'll actually fight." Thana snorted in agreement. Thana's nose also caught another smell craning her neck around and staring at the unseen source teeth bared and hissing Alik chuckled "So you found him, I was wondering where our intruder was." Alik not turning to look "Better show yourself and sit upfront where Thana can see you or she's taking a chunk out of you." It was a warning, Thana wasn't too fond of being snuck up on bad habit of a life long hunter.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 18, 2018 12:48:26 GMT
The two have merged with there beast, Adrian took a more traditional strategy opting to not fully merge that way he could keep an eye on Kardes while Basil continued to fly. The battle continues as it started Kardes the slower of the two playing follow the leader, with the much more agile avian dictating the match. Being one of the slower fliers allowed Skar to come up with multiple techniques and maneuvers to even the playing field. Basil's quick speed allows it to launch light fire attacks, multiple streaks of flame leap from the bird striking Kardes whenever he is allowed to get close. The heat is powerful, but the dragon can withstand its strength for now. Though at this rate even the toughest of monsters will succumb to the flame.
Skar fully merges with Kardes gaining complete control of his comrade, the constant abuse at the hands of Basil was annoying him almost as much as Kardes. Phase one of his plan was set into action, he begins shooting projectiles of solid ice; these ones though were smaller they were much faster. Trading some impact for quicker attacks was necessary for his victory, those his shots keep missing widely. Adrian using his extra pair of eyes helps with his evasion, it was hard already to get a clean hit on a Phoenix as is one with a pair of eyes in the back of his head was impossible. Skar continues to fire shooting consistent three round burst.
Emris is captivated his eyes wide open his mouth agape. The first fight he gets to see if a championship bout between two of the most well known Sky fighters. Never in a million years would he think he would be so lucky, if it weren't for Shadow he'd still be begging. Shadow bites him on the leg lightly snapping him out of trance, it seems Emris had been drooling a bit. He hastily wipes his face with his sleeve without moving his eyes from the fight. Everything would be perfect if not for the continued chatter from the two that sat in front. Even worse their familiars were now hissing and growling at something. How rude could these four be? Don't they know there was a moment of beautiful clash of power happening above them.
The one who played the flute began to talk again and at this point Emris has had enough. He's about to move to another spot when he the barrage of attacks from the dragon steal his attention again. A puff of black smoke generates from his location, with it the urchin and Shadow were visible again. His small stature is immediately notice, the two in front of him were clearly multiple inches taller than him. His black unkempt hair falls on his face, underneath them were his dark red eyes still focused on the battle above. A toothy grin fills out the rest of his skinny face, followed by a few well timed gasp as the battle gets more and more dangerous. It is clear from a casual glance at Emris his clothes were stolen, he is wearing a plain white long sleeved shirt, with a pair of brown slacks. His shoes are just wrappings barely held together on his feet. The clothes were two sizes too big for his small frame, he looked more like a child playing dress up. The biggest tell was how dirty the boy was, but his clothes were immaculate.
The battle above becomes more heated as Basil gets closer to the ground of the cliff, Kardes using its great strength to plunge a claw into the earth and rip a chunk out holding it tightly in his left claw. Skar was thinking five moves ahead it seems. "Ooooh." Emris lets out as if he just solved a complicated mathematical. He forces his way past the two musicians and leans on the wall in front of him. Shadow stays behind sitting on the floor still enjoying his bone. The gaze of the other two familiars causes him to acknowledge them, he barks kindly and then happily chews on his bone. "Skar's totally dictating the pace." He blurts out excitedly, he reaches back and grabs the hand of the lute player puling them closer. Pointing at the small shapes in the sky he continues his analyses. "The ice attacks are not meant to hit, he positions them so it limits Adrian's mobility." He takes a big inhale and keeps up with his informed commentary. "Normally Basil can dance around the battlefield and attack when and where he wants, Skar is shooting off target so Adrian can't use his superior abilities to climb and out position Kardes." He looks over his shoulder, his eyes follow his arm all the way down seeing his hands locked into that of another. His eyes continue their journey up the arm of the lute player, his face turns a bright red he quickly lets go of their hand jumping back a bit. Another puff of smoke and with that he is gone, hiding from his embarrassment. Though he doesn't actually go anywhere, he continues to stand where he was though he feels much more comfortable now.
Everything Emris said was correct, Skar has been controlling the fight even to the trained eye it was hard to tell. The attacks continue, but this time they are slower. Kardes looks exhausted his attacks losing their power and potency, but this was another act. Kardes breaks off and lands on the ground desperately trying to catch it's breath. Unfortunately for Adrian he takes the bait, Basil flies high towards the sun the intensity of its flame turn the bird blue. He comes screeching in for it's final strike on the fatigued dragon. The speed the avian flies is faster then the eyes of the audience can comprehend, only tamers are capable of seeing it's movements and even to them it would take perfect reaction to spot the blue inferno. Kardes charges up one last shot and spews a giant shot of ice towards his opponent. A last chance attempt out of desperation many believe, but no it was merely one more distraction. Moving as fast as Adrian is has its advantages, but a huge disadvantage; your opponent only has a short time to react, but so do you.
The ice blast is easily melted by a forward blast of blue flame, though the steam clouds Adrian's vision for less then a second which is all Kardes needs. Immediately as the ice was shot the clump of earth is hurled Adrian is committed to his attack he has no chance to dodge in the milliseconds he sees it. The blunt impact smashes into the bird sending it crashing hard into the ground. Kardes leaps on it causing the two to wrestle for control, normally the dragon would win but the intense flames of the wounded bird begin to burn and melt his scales. The pain is nearly unbearable, the fires weakening the natural defences of Kardes, meaning Basil's talons could really damage his underbelly. Knocking the bird on its back Skar goes for the head trying to control the beast, while Basil flails wildly scratching and clawing chunks of Kardes' flesh. A loud snap is heard as the bird's jaw is snapped, Kardes opens its mouth and takes a deep breath.
"KING MAKER!" The still invisible Emris squeals with delight, revealing himself his body is rocking back and forth excited to see Skar's finishing move live in the flesh. Kardes exhales a cloud of ice into the mouth of Basil, the deep cold fills its lungs causing the bird to fall to the ground, a lightning strike is heard in the distance the fight was over. As the smoke clears both competitors are seen next to each other. Kardes returns to his smaller form as does Basil, Skar and Adrian are gasping for breath the battle was truly one of stamina. Adrian congratulates Skar, even going so far as to raise Skars hands to the roar of the crowd. The two hug and continue to chat as they walk off the field, a show of friendship and good sportsmanship.
Emris screams with the crowd as the two walk off the field. He picks up shadow and faces him to the battlefield, "That's going to be us Shadow, we're going to be the hunt champion one day." He states with his unending excitability. Shadow yawns with some disinterest, as it begins to whine he must be hungry. "We'll eat in a little first we have to sign up." He turns to the musicians and addresses them for the first time, if either of them have been talking to him Emris hadn't noticed. "Man isn't Skar so cool?!" He laughs at his accidental pun. "Imagine being at the receiving end of that move!" Emris has poor volume control, especially right now. "That whole match was amazing!" He calms down a bit as he looks at the flute player, "Hi I'm Emris. You said you know where to sign up where is that? Shadow and I are going to be the next hunt champion." He says full of pride, his toothy smile returns as he lets out a giggle his voice is light and full of childlike wonder.
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Post by Raz on Mar 18, 2018 16:28:17 GMT
The second portion of the fight was what he had been expecting from this arena. A battle of man and beast to prove who was superior. What he did not expect was that it would be concluded so simply. He watched thoughtfully at the battle that was taking place before him. "Look how the Phoenix peppers the dragon from its superior position. He should win if he continues to do so." The match was proceeding in much the way he anticipated it to go from the first look at the contestants. Like a wolf wearing down a bull, the lighter and faster beast nips and pecks at the dragon. The damage of each strike wasn't significant on its own but when taken as a part of a larger attack it would spell the end of the mighty dragon. "He will thrash and rage without being able to stop them. Tiring him out even further. It isn't so different from us, Lady Tiala." His spider companion chittered without much enthusiasm. She didn't like to be compared to these winged beasts but she did know that he wasn't entirely wrong. The strike of a spider's poison is not so different to that of the Phoenix's light attacks. Both are aimed at slowing their opponent down. When the dragon begins to show signs of exhaustion Spero nods with a neutral expression. "It is as I have said, he is weary. This fight shall not tarry long." He frowned when the Phoenix took that as a sign to begin climbing. "Wait, what is he thinking? Why is he preparing to strike the dragon down now?" He sighs and shakes his head. You do not close with a wounded animal until it is dead else you are likely to experience its revenge. "I fear hubris has claimed another victim." Spero says seeing how this could go wrong if the Dragon is not truly out of commission. "He should have continued to rain his strikes down upon the larger beast until he gave in. A death by a thousand cuts is slow but certain."
The match concluded as he feared it would. The dragon was not truly done for yet and the Phoenix fell for the trap that the other contestant had laid. "As I've said, hubris." The moment the dragon spring back into life the match was over. With the dragon's superior strength and greater mass the Phoenix quickly became out matched."He did not plan for this result. He threw everything behind a colossal risk and now," Spero watched as the Pheonix was flipped onto its back and stood up. "Now he is paying the price." The young monk said as he began walking away from the arena. A resoundingly wet snap could be heard as the dragon finished its foe with a twist of its jaws. The cheers began to rise almost as quickly as the groans of defeat. People really had strong feelings about these contestants it seemed. The rising cheer of the victor's name was as he expected. "An amazing performance. Though a poor match." He concluded to Thiala as he exited the arena. She tapped his forehead lightly in agreement.The crowd was still in the beginning throes of their excitement at their champion winning. He could see the two people he had tailed earlier talking with someone else. "Ah it is the performers. I wonder if they shall be going to the qualifiers as well." He murmured idly. Outside of the arena he began to make his way down the cobblestone path. The bandages were beginning to chafe around his neck though he did his best not to notice. His stomach growled more insistently now than it had earlier to voice its displeasure. He winced at the pain but did not make a move towards any of the food stalls or taverns despite the alluring scents that tempted him. His fast would continue until after the qualifiers. The pain helped crystallize his goal and why he was doing this. His people were suffering from this same hunger and will continue to do so unless he wins.
Spero made his way to the qualifier at a steady pace, neither rushed nor slow. Being there first will grant no advantage and wasting time would only serve to increase his chances of being denied entry. When he arrived he saw that he was not the first to have Queued up to register. The line was still short though as most were still at the arena. He queued up behind a scrawny looking girl with red hair. Her familiar resembled that of a three headed dog. One of the heads looked at him curiously and barked. Tiala crawled from the back of Spero's hood and raised her forelegs. She hissed loud enough to make her shake. The Cerberus balked and hid protectively in front of the girl. The girl looked down at him in confusion, "What's wrong buddy?" She glanced back towards Spero who simply smiled, "Hello." He said with Tiala hiding once more. The girl looked st him with narrowed eyes, "Hello." She replied and looked forward again. The line moved quickly as contestants filtered in. The person at the front of the line sat at a desk asking people to give their name, clan,beast type, beast name and other general information about the contestant.. Taking the quill Spero signed his name in a stylish font that he'd been taught. Next was his clan name and beast. The man watching this narrowed his eyes at the word Spero's clan name and beast type. "Ungoliant? I can't say I've ever seen one of those before. Didn't they go extinct?" That infuriated Tiala to no end. She started to shake so violently that his hood began to move. Evenly Spero replied, "They are not, sir. Though I'd appreciate it if you did not say that again." He set down his quill and moved to the waiting area. He picked out a spot that people were not milling around in and sat down. He studied those who were already here and were filing inside.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 18, 2018 21:50:11 GMT
Ares hums in agreement to Alik's statement. They have noticed this opening act was not meant to gain advantage in the battle but for putting more drama and keeping the audiences locked in. They cannot deny it, this method has worked flawlessly as the bard scans the mass crowd surrounding the arena practically exhaling energy and noise. Even themselves have been ecstatic from the display. It is now that they engage into real aerial combat. A game of cat and mouse between the Phoenix and Dragon. The latter fires volleys of ice blasts after his opponent. The elegant maneuvers Adrian and his beast companion make her fall in love with their style. Even in the heat of a skirmish the two coordinate perfectly, making each evasion and turn like a weightless dance. It's what they hope to become with Avorn during this tournament...
Ares is forced to take their eyes away from the match for a moment when they notice Avorn is no longer watching the match. They follow his gaze in time to see a buff of smoke where an urchin boy appears out of thin air. The bard is confused to say the least as he pushes his way past them and Alik... They dressed oddly, since their skin and hair are unkempt and dirty yet his clothes are almost immaculate if they were not a few sizes larger than what would fit his body. How long had they been standing there?.. Avorn made no noise after the snort, instead watching the boy very closely incase he does anything he doesn't like to him or his master... He pays little to no attention to the canine familiar that has accompanied the boy, either fully focused on the one at hand or too lazy to look down.
Suddenly, Ares is pulled forward by him to get closer. So close that their arms are touching, even having to bend over a little so their heights match. The bard doesn't put up any resistance, mostly due to this taking them by complete surprise and at a loss of what to do in this situation. One thing they do however is notice how passionate this new guest is about the fights, particularly the champion and challenger. Possibly a die hard fan if they had to take a shot in the dark. Despite this invasion of personal space and such Ares finds their excitability for the competitors endearing and doesn't really mind that much. He doesn't mean any harm.. Sensing these emotions, Avorn relaxes a little and in a way glad that he is not having to waste energy hissing the urchin away. Speaking of which, the excitable lad's expression turns into confusion as he looks at their hands being held, then direct eye contact with Ares. While he turns bright red, the other just smiles a small, polite smile to reassure them that they aren't angry. This seems to fluster the lad even more when he jumps back and disappears again in a puff of smoke. The bard looks back to Alik and shrugs one shoulder, smile still there.
At least their focus is back onto the fight. Ares wishes for Adrian to win this but after what the urchin said, they have their doubts. Their prediction seems to be precise with how it is playing out. It comes to the penultimate moment. Kardes seems to be vulnerable while Basil looks to be taking their final attack to finish it... But that was their mistake, Kardes was pulling a deceptive tactic against the Phoenix. By the time they realise what's happening it is too late, the earth that the dragon scooped up earlier is hurled like a meteorite and takes him down. The test of strength that happens next shows the clear Victor that ends in a very brutal fashion... The crowd roars in applause, Ares actually jumps a little from the boy suddenly appearing again with his own cheers. While saddened that Adrian was not the one to claim victory, the high adrenaline battle and show performed here makes up for it without a doubt. They simply applaud silently, but their enthusiasm is still apparent. The bard can hardly wait to get into their own arena, and they know Avorn feels the same way.
Once the excitement is done with, the attention is now on the boy who introduced themselves as Emris. Ares remains politely quiet as he addresses to Alik about sign ups, the former champion must get that a lot.. Their enthusiasm and excitement makes the bard smile at the sight. Youthful determination is always a delight to see, always full of life.
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Post by Shift on Mar 20, 2018 23:53:44 GMT
At the beginning, the match was... lackluster. All show and bark, but no bite. He was taught to never let hubris and pride take place before skill and combat, lest you succumb to defeat from a blow once distracted. Of course, it was a sight to see nonetheless. Spectacle at its greatest potential he has seen, despite it not fitting at all what he was taught. The clan had all told him to never once stop to revel in popularity or self-indulgence, instead teaching him to stay on task. Splintril seemed unimpressed by it, instead simply observing like a tree in the woods. He looked up to Splintril in that regard, managing to almost always remain cool and calm no matter what the circumstances might be. The second half of the fight was directly in line with his beliefs, watching as they continued to thwart each other in a deadly dance in the sky. Strike after strike, beast and trainer alike persevered through, streaks of ice and fire filling the arena and the senses. Splintril seemed intrigued by the movements, not a flyer himself. Sunken roots in the place of eyes trained upon the two beasts as they soared in the sky, absorbing each and every detail as if to form a plan on each. Knowimg Splintril as well as he did, Fian knew that was just what he was doing. Green leaves tostled in the wind, attached to the Treant's body as if strands of hair. The fight continued on, raging like a waterfall or a thundercloud, seemingly neverending. Finally, it did. Skar, the apparent Dragon King, was deemed the winner, the fiery phoenix rider Adrian the loser.
At the end of the match, a grin was beginning to form and he tapped his foot as if unaware of it happening, excitement surging through him. That was a fight between champions, he realized. The thought seemed to suddenly spring out, a sapling growing out of the dirt. The grin widened. From their bond, Fian could detect the same excitement emanating from him, despite not showing it much. He glanced over to the Treant familiar, which looked back as well. Roots shifted, giving a faintly friendly and excited expression, unreadable to almost all except Fian. He sat up from his seat, before noticing an urchin looking boy by the name of Emris go up to the musicians from earlier. The question was one he'd like to know the answer to as well, stepping closer. "I must second that question, actually. Fian, by the way."
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Post by Snoe on Mar 21, 2018 7:47:28 GMT
Alik watched the match although the the stow away was a bit distracting and Thana was a little peeved at being ignored. She puffed a cloud of black fumes at him, a tiny taste of paralytic toxin. It was all she could manage in this form. Familiars had self defence capabilities even in their diminished capacity, some more than others Thana tended to abuse hers when she was in a mood, paralysing a few mouthy individuals... or a kid that wouldn’t leave her alone. This new boy was pushing his luck. Alik watched the match, thinking over Skar’s performance; Basil was over confident but that wasn’t his failing. Kardes took a huge risk even with power and his final move, the Phoenix didn’t think fast enough but had one move to turn the match on its head but didn’t use it... in Basil’s defence it was a dangerous manoeuvre, but its a forfeit if the blast misses because Bright would immediately return to familiar form its a smaller version of the famous “Final Flame” when a phoenix dies and is reborn... Kardes was lucky in Alik’s opinion. The urchin was way too excited, Alik rapped a knuckle on the back of his head “So you wanna be the hunt Champ? Well you’ve gotta beat me kiddo.” Alik confirming his status as the current champion. “Oh and that numb feeling creeping into your fingers... that’s normal Thana doesn’t like being ignored.” The boy would be stuck for a five maybe ten minutes if Alik’s guess was right, Alik turning his head for him so they were face to face “So the sign ins will be open for the next four hours, its down the path to the main square follow the road to the Hybrid arena.” Alik finished with a few more instructions “Sorry about this,” regarding the paralytic effecting Emris right now “here’s for the trouble.” Putting a few gold coins into his hand. “Ares this is where we must part, I’ve got to see to my own duties next.” Alik bowed politely “I’m sure we will see each other again soon.” Alik was refereeing the matches after all “Thana milady shall we be off.” The spiky lizard crawled out of her chair and trotted away Alik following after. Running into the Treant boy outside the royal seating him asking about the sign ups as well. Alik happily pointing the way and saying his so-longs. (OOC:Splintril and his Tamer wouldn’t have gotten passed the guards into the royal box where Ares and Emris were in.) The first initiation bout was going to start an hour after the sign ups were over with. The coliseum was filling up the Hybrid arena was the crown jewel of the island Alik loved spending the evening perched up on the outer ring looking down at this white stone marvel. It sat thousands the ring below surrounded by a moat of crystal blue water a few covered portholes dotting the combat floor the water based Beasts could enter and attack below giving them a chance to use their element. The moat and portals it was linked into a underwater cavern and tunnel system, the water Beasts loved travelling the mazes below so did their Tamers but the watery expanse below the main floor. Across the roof were arching columns and support columns coming down at inclined angles each ringed with runic bands that reinforced them with magic... otherwise they would have crumbled years ago. These near indestructible trunks of stone were chipped, scratched and worn over the years showing the secondary uses that many a mobile ground based Beast had taken advantage of, Alik included. Thana could bound off of and climb up these columns to reach those cocky airborne enemies or to ambush someone that had lost her in the confusion not to mention a bit of leverage to slam a charging Longhorn Salamander into. To put things into perspective this arena was large enough for a dragon like Kardes to fly between the columns and land on them though the red Columns at the very top were marked so the fliers didn’t go out of bounds. The structure allowed even a land beast to reach them, and was even large enough for Sleipnir to reach full speed although the Land Coliseum the Columns again proving as good cover from ranged attacks. The Hybrid Coliseum was built to level the playing field between all Beasts and had seen at hundreds of thousands of battles over the many years and now the fresh crop of newcomers were lining up to fight. The show began and the names drawn for the first fight. “Fair people of Elysia welcome to the initiation fights!” The Orator announced with fervour his voice amplified by a magic item so it would reach every ear within this building. Alik waiting behind the main cage gate with Thana still in Familiar form for their entrance “Today we bring you the best Tamers not yet seen on our shores, but first allow us to introduce today’s Mediator, the former Hybrid and Land Champion. The Hunt Champion for five years running! Alik and Thana of Northcliff!” The gate rose and the two walked into view the crowd roaring, Alik jogging forward arms raised to his adoring fans. Alik was one of the most popular Tamers, being one of the better looking men in the current roster. He turned to Thana once they were both far enough away from the entrance Alik bowed to his lady and she raised her head proudly before her transformation into a fully formed land Dragon a Nidhogg. Her muscles filling out into rippling solid mass spiky protrusions lining her back, spine and tail. She was a massive creature, once at full size she reared back and let loose with a deep rattling roar that shook the air. The crowd erupted with cheering Alik climbing up onto her back and they both climbed one of the columns finding a perch to view the matches from. The Orator explained the match; -initiation fights were four way battles. -the first two defeated were eliminated from the competition -the last one standing won the purse and the reputation of winning their debut match -those two surviving fighters were offered lodging and access to the tournaments they wouldn’t have to pay a dime for as long as they were in the tournament running “Today’s fighters are! Ares and Avorn of the Aquaborn!”Alike waited to see what Ares’ partner finally became as well as the next name called. “Spero and Tiala of the Aranea!” Alik hadn’t seen an Aranea Clan member in quite some time. “Claude and Hammer of the Black Bridge!” Claude and Hammer were from the west, Claude looked like a hunter a leather clad archer-looking fellow and a Muwin Bear a two legged bear armed with a massive hammer, it was a middle weight Beast but its versatility and unearthly strength made it an interesting competitor. Alik couldn’t wait to see what the smaller beast could do. Lastly “Lothleen and Erquen of the Blacksand!” Alik watched the giant scorpion skitter into the arena, he hadn’t seen this breed fight before it was the biggest one he’d seen but if history held true scorpion’s were of the most heavily armoured Beasts in the tournaments. "Are we ready?" The Orator gestured to Alik to begin the fight whom waited for everyone to prepare for battle then Thana roared again to begin the match the Orator "BEGIN!"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 21, 2018 18:11:12 GMT
Ares bows back to Alik. "Your company as been a pleasure, Alik. I do hope this will not be our last encounter." They says admirably. The Hunt Champion is a very humble man and down to earth. A surprise to them but a welcome one. Avorn shares a lazy look at Thana and there's a silent moment of respect the leviathan has for her, knowing partly what she has to deal with... The bard then turns to the urchin and nods their head. "I hope you do well in the tournaments yourself, young man. The best of luck to you" They encourage that excitement and determination within him. Such energetic drive for success should take them far. The two then leave for the sign ups. Avorn can't restrain from looking at the form being filled in, looking slightly proud when his part is filled in. This should be very interesting for the both of them...
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Some time later and the duo find themselves in the Hybrid Arena. They have become a part of the opening Qualifier Matches. Ares has donned their white mask, a symbol of the Aquaborn clan and who they are representing. It is worn with pride whole Avorn still in familiar form has taken to the waters, waiting for his grand entrance into beast form. They remain focused, Ares has been rehearsing this sort of debut since they were on the first days of voyage. They are sure it will make a spectacle to admire.
As soon as Alik, the match's referee today, announces their names the Bard throws their arm up into the air with a dramatic flair. Perfectly in sync, the porthole behind them explodes water into the air. A gigantic monster covered in a jagged and spiked carapace soars out of the porthole and into the air. His size should show a lack of agility, but he proves the crowd wrong as he twists into the descent and lands gracefully on all fours. He is clearly the largest beast for this match. 90 feet from snout to tail, the latter making up for half his size. The leviathan contains is enthusiasm no longer, uncurling his neck up to the heavens and letting out a powerful roar that almost shakes the ground beneath him. Six crystal-like spikes lining his back pulse with elemental energy and bolts of electricity jump from on to the other. Leviathans being a tamer's beast is already a rare sight, an elemental one is almost unheard of.. Ares raises their arms to their huge beast companion to divert all attention to him and his majestic opening. He then bows his head to his master, to which the Bard affectionately places both hands on his snout and touches their forehead onto his hardened scales. This display was not rehearsed, but complete instinct by both tamer and beast. There is no leader found between the duo as they treated on another as equals. It's a deep connection all tamers would strive for.
Avorn then raises back up when Ares climbs upon his head. The momentum throws the bard into the air, where they show off the same skillful agility as him while twisting into a backflip and scores a perfect landing upon the top of the head. Ares withdraws the violin and bow once again, crouching down and readies a song. This is how they communicate; through music. Each note and Harmony translates into call outs for the Leviathan without revealing their tactics to their opponent. A very unique technique that took months to master. They both know they left a dramatic impression on the crowd and hopefully made some fans already. Avorn eyes Hammer up and vice versa. The two beasts are the powerhouses of this match and it demands for the duo to challenge one another to discover who is the strongest. Ares acknowledges the two arachnids and is sure to keep them in mind should they try to sneak in a cheap shot.
Alik's voice announces the match has begun. Ares begins to play the song, igniting the flame of battle within Avorn. He charges towards Hammer and the bipedal bear does the same until they collide into a grapple. The leviathan uses his head as a battering ram while his opponent grabs the sides of it to lessen the blow. Ares' balance flows into the impact and their legs push back to slide down their beast's neck and onto his back away from the conflict. Hammer's feet skid across the ground and kicks dust up into the air for a second before digging his heels in. The two struggle against each other's power. He maybe smaller than Avorn but his strength is almost on par. The struggle is broken by the bear, taking advantage of the lock by swinging the massive weapon into his opponent's temple. It dazes Avorn slightly, but quickly counters aggressively with a strong whip of his tail. This unexpected move doesn't allow Hammer enough time to block, knocking him back to one knee while Avorn shakes the stars away.
What was once a lazy, disinterested lizard has become a swift and brutal monstrosity. The Bard's music has become call outs, each string points out weak points of their opponent, a different pitch advices a change of stance. They dance between Avorn's spikes so elegantly, the tamer's energy fueling the beast into a confident surge. It is a balanced mixture of performance and skirmish, something that has been unseen before in these lands. A sharp note of the violin triggers him into striking first. Hammer attempts to rise and dive to the side and away from the Leviathan's lunge but his opponent proves to be quicker and catches his weapon arm in a powerful bite. The taste of blood fills his mouth has sharp teeth pierce flesh, causing the bear to roar in pain and frustration as he is locked in. The song changes like the flow of water, a command to take this fight into advantageous terrain. He fights the pull valiantly, but it delaying the inevitable as Avorn drags his opponent into a porthole of deep water.
Their strategy is one of patience and grit. Avorn and Ares are attempting to drown Hammer out of his beast form and earn this victory. The desperate need for air however is a strong desire, Hammer uses his free arm to try and wrestle free. Pounding his head, prying open his jaws and trying headlock the leviathan. He is not making this a simple task. The tables turn, the punishment weakens the grip of Hammer's arm enough for him to yank it free. Blood begins to mix in with the waters but that arm doesn't look wounded enough to put him at disadvantage. It is proven when Hammer grips the weapon with two hands and delivers an underwater uppercut to his soft underbelly, resistance of water barely stops the momentum as the blow effectively winds Avorn. He cannot react in time when another attack slams into his armoured neck, Ares separates from her companion to avoid injury, but their mental link warns him where the next strike will land. It pays off in the nick of time as he twists around in the water to parry the blunt weapon with a tail whip. It is enough to disarm Hammer, and he realises that Avorn will not be needing oxygen at all in these caverns. He will run out of air before knocking out the beast and swims back to the surface. The escape goes without interruption, Avorn still needs to take a moment to recover from the punishment and let Ares rejoin him.
Hammer has a gap between the brawl for a few precious seconds to fill his lungs with air. But a few second is all he has time for as Avorn leaps from the shore, the bear's favoured weapon held between his teeth. There's a pause of the ongoing smackdown as a strong sense of mutual respect is shared between the strong brutes. Only one can prevail here, but they feel honoured to battle such a worthy adversary. Win or lose, these two will remember this fight with awe. Ares rides his back, making a bow towards Hammer's tamer for the opportunity of a fantastic duel. They too, feel honoured to have such an exhilarating first fight. One last act of honour is made when the leviathan throws the weapon free from his jaws, landing a few feet from Hammer. This is the grand finale, whatever they do here will declare the victor. Their roars are in sync as they charge headlong at each other. A last second strum of the instrument has Avorn evade to the left. A downwards smash is mere inches from his head, it rattles the ground into what could be described as a minor quake within the earth. If it connected, the leviathan would be down for the count... But he is not down at all. He takes the window of opportunity, another bite down onto Hammer's shoulder. Great strength lifts the bear off the ground before thrashing and slamming him twice, the spikes on his back begin to charge and Ares' song is coming to an end. On the final note, Avorn raises Hammer high into the air while the electricity is discharged into his body. Arcs fly across the leviathan and the bear in a terrific display of power. The latter feels the full force of the shock, he endures for a few admirable seconds but succumbs to his Wounds and falls unconscious.
The loser is unceremoniously dropped to the ground, fur singed and smoking as the gradual shapeshift back into familiar form commences. Avorn roars victoriously into the air and feels the adrenaline of their first win! He and Ares bask in the glory for a few seconds before their heads return to the game at hand. Two more opponents to go, it is not over yet.
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Post by Raz on Mar 21, 2018 18:45:46 GMT
Time passed slowly in the waiting area that Spero resided in. He could tell that the seats in the arena must also be getting packed from the rumble of other further away voices. People and beasts of all shapes and sizes funneled into the waiting room. He recognized some of them from the ship he had been on. Those he had met were a kind sort but he did not move to speak with them. A Tamer and their basilisk eyed him curiously as he was not making idle conversation like many of the other contestants. Though whether they were looking at him because of his bandages or his antisocial behavior he couldn't tell.
The room practically radiated with nervous energy as the other contestants talked with each other. It was to be expected considering that only half of them will be proceeding further into the contest. Those not continuing onto the next leg of the tournament would have to return to their homelands in shame. A fate he would consider worse than death. Like all men, Spero was not immune to being nervous or fearful of what may happen. He merely coped with it differently from many others. Stilling his heart through his breathing helped him concentrate on the task at hand. Even with his attempt at maintaining his calm the waiting still grated on his nerves. It was difficult to know that everything he had worked towards would be decided in a few short moments.
Before he could delve into these thoughts of doubt Tiala tapped his foot with one of her legs to let him know she was still with him. She must've crawled from his hood at some point. Snapped out of his trip into self doubt he turned his gaze down to his companion. He smiled softly, "Thank you." She had a way about her of knowing what was on his mind, even when they weren't merged. He lowered his palm to her which she gladly moved onto. "Together we will win the day. May the gods favor rest with us." He whispered in a prayer. The Ungoliant didn't care for many people or gods but she was good to her chosen. She touched his forehead and then the spot on his robe that hid the mark that she gave him. They shared a bond built of fate that he doubted many could understand.
After some time in the waiting area four names were called to be ready for battle. Spero's name was among those that were called. So was the name of the performer he had seen earlier in the day. "This is it." He stated and rose to his feet. The woman that had called their names led them out of the waiting area and sent them each to a different gate. The distant rumbling of the audience became much clearer as they hooted and hollered while waiting for the match to begin. The excitement of the crowds matched Spero's own at being able to test his mettle against what were surely strong opponents.
While they waited a mighty voice began to boom from somewhere beyond the gate. The man spoke with a mystical power as he announced what would be happening today. He introduced the referee for the fight who happened to be the same man that Spero had tailed earlier. The island was feeling smaller and smaller the more he ran into familiar faces. Spero's eyes followed him curiously as he strut his way out onto their battleground. He made a show of bowing to his familiar which transformed into an enormous Nidhogg. Spero watched the beast more than the man, it was the second dragon that he'd seen today. "So many of them here." He muttered and Tiala shared his discomfort at their presence here. So many dragons in the same place did not bring happy memories to mind. Not for either of them. He shook his head, no time for that now.
The gate began to slowly rise up as did the gates across the way. The performers name was called first to enter the arena while his soon followed. He set Tiala on his shoulder before walking into full view of the crowd. Bowed his head to the Orator, Alik, and then to his opponents. He may have to fight them but he held respect for them all the same. He glanced once to Ares and their leviathan and said, "Good luck to you, friend." After saying his peace Tiala began to grow larger. Spero closed his eyes and with a sigh he disappeared as the monstrous Ungoliant engulfed him. Her long spindly legs growing longer and larger. She grew grew until she was nearly twelve meters high and 14 meters long. Fibrous hairs coated her legs which she would use to blind her opponents. Eight black eyes surveyed the arena and their opponents. Javelin sized fangs as thick as a man's arm were easy to see even though they were partially hidden by the beast's mouth parts.
Spero was now one with his companion. His thoughts were not of what was happening or of emotions. His thoughts were revolved around moving his legs and what his eyes saw. He was in control of Tiala's body while Tiala controlled all mental faculties. A ponderously ancient voice rumbles in his head, "Whole once more." Thoughts that were not his but hers filled his head. "It has been too long that my thoughts have been of just a beast." Her eyes roam the stands, remembering how long it had been since she had been in this place. As memories of victory and triumph returned to her so too does that acrid taste of defeat. Her eyes zeroed in on Alik and his dragon. Recognition that she previously did not have settled upon her. "A murderer stands as the mediator. Is there a greater irony beyond this?" She thought bitterly remembering how it was that Nidhogg's poison that killed her Solis.
She had little time to contemplate her revenge on the dragon as the match was starting. A thunderous roar echoed through the arena from the Nidhogg signaling the start of the match. Without waiting Spero directed the spider up towards the arches above the ground. The scorpion was charging towards them from across the field with surprising speed. A strand of thick silk latched onto the arches and served strong enough for her to climb on. The massive black claw of the scorpion slammed into the space she had just been in. The obsidian plates covering it would be difficult to get through even with her fangs. It'd be easier if she can get them on their back. Problem is that stinger of theirs. Tiala began to weave some more silk from her spinnerets and threw it at their opponents tail. The silk stuck but it stick for long. The scorpion slammed its tail into the dirt severing the thread.
The moment the stinger hit the ground she pounced from her position. The two collided hard and both particles fought hard to get at the other. Tiala attacked that deadly stinger with everything that she could as it thrashed beneath her. The stinger tried to stab at her but her close proximity to the stinger made it difficult for it to get the full strength behind it. The Scorpion could not get at the spider atop it with its pincers. Spero tore at the plates on the scorpion with all of the strengths of his new legs. Then one of his knife like legs slid under the plate. Yellow fluid flowed out and onto the sand. The Scorpion screeched and shook the spider off of them. Tiala was quick to shoot out a few more webs but these were aimed at the wounded plate instead. It coated the wound which was just what she wanted. After this she retreats from each of the Scorpions attacks. After a few missed strikes the Scorpion's tail stopped staying up when it was needed. The paralytic toxin of her web was taking its toll.
She rushed into the side of the scorpion and tossed it with all of her strength. Then now lethargic scorpion could hardly resist as its body refuses its calls. Once on its back Tiala bit down fiercely onto the weak underside of the scorpion. Her fangs sank in deep and her poison flooded inside. Yellow fluid coated her mouth when she backed away to let it fall. However when the beast began to shrink and shift back into human and beast, Tiala looked as though she was about to strike once more. Alik saw this very clearly.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 21, 2018 19:16:17 GMT
Shortly after their victory over Hammer, Avorn glances over to the other two combatants and is greeted to a cruel sight. The gigantic spider has won their fight against the scorpian, but looks ready to kill them for good in their vulnerable familiar form. Ares catches sight of this in horror, but such an act of dishonour and evil angers the leviathan almost into a rage. A half second mental agreement is shared, Avorn charges at full speed towards the arachnid. He body checks Tiala hard with his spikey shell, the momentum and size of him pierces into her abdomen while sending her off the ground and away like a ragdoll. Avorn's tail curls around the area of the scorpian and their tamer protectively. He snarls at the beast that attempted murder, daring her to strike at them again. Behind the mask of Ares, Spero could sense a feeling of disapproval against such an act. The bard also knows Avorn is about to let loose in this second brawl, so they dismount him for safety after a mental desire to keep his master out of harm's way is exchanged to Ares. They instead tend to the tamer that came close to death, helping them to their feet and senses to get away from what will be a brutal fight.
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Post by Envy on Mar 22, 2018 15:48:43 GMT
A slightly battered ship comes into port almost seems like the sea attempt to swallow this ship whole. Ajuji wakes up to his deep sleep when his colorful friend Impi growling for him to wake up he knows that the storm had set him back a couple of days. Slowly rising up from the creaky bed he changes from his nightwear and into his outfit it was foreign-designed outfit. It was made by Asha his mother she had learn of the design from a lady with hair of fire, she was a weaver of a high caliber than others. He buttoned it up then walks over to where his mask is hang he grabs it off of the hook and stares at it. How in such a twist of fate this was the only mask he was allowed to keep or they forced him to take it as a sign of guilt. Either way to Ajuji this mask signifies his innocent and the unjust murder of his mother.
He needs to win this tournament to prove that he would never murder Asha she was his teacher, caretaker, trainer, and more importantly his mother. Impi starts climbing up Ajuji till she reaches the mask and begins to hang down from his mask. “Ngizothatha umngane wasekhaya lokhu kuyisithembiso.” Impi lets out a small grunt to his words they were the words of his people she had learn it over the generations of Kings and Queens she had stood by in her live. The captain of the ship started to yell for the others on the ship that they had dock the ship. He walks up to the dock just as other tamers had began to leave the ship others hold their hands up to the others just stare at Ajuji with his particular sense of fashion.
Finally solid land he begins to stretch lightly as he makes his way over towards the Coliseum. Signing up to participate in the tournament Ajuji happens to catch the ending of a battle one between a spider and a scorpion. He watches as two tamers are left in the arena he watches the pair closely examining every step they take like a leopard waiting to pounce. Impi swings over towards his shoulder and jumps onto it and she slowly make her way to his head to get a better view her dull gray eyes watch calculatedly.
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Post by Snoe on Mar 27, 2018 5:04:21 GMT
Alik watches the entrances of these newcomers, it seems suitable for the musician to enter with a bit of class and showmanship, though a bit showy for Alik’s tastes it was still worlds better than those entrances earlier today. Atleast this was her first showing and it wasn’t overflowing with ego she was simply making her mark and an elegant one at that. The spider on the other hand while interesting Thana’s eyes narrowed and a slight rumble held in her throat... it wasn’t unheard of for Beasts to recognize one another though to truly know them is to full merge and sift hope that your partner trust you enough to share that memory.
Either way the fight was under way and those harsh battles were rather impressive. The Hammer and Avorn were the titans here. The crowd’s rapt attention with their clash of raw power was a good way to start the day. They always loved a battle of strength especially with beasts of that size the ground rattling under their blows. The smaller bears strength was impressive considering how much larger Avorn was and the ability to hold their ground.
For a Leviathan Avorn’s talent at fighting on land was impressive in and of itself though a possible weakness presented itself in its size and the related mobility. Their future in the hybrid arena would be predicated on their keeping their prey close or staying near the portholes otherwise more mobile opponents would take advantage of that. Under the water Avorn showed its true power... Against any opponent lacking comparable strength this fight would’ve been ended moments after being pulled into the water but a Muwin Bear managed surprisingly well. Any other would be helpless against the Leviathan there, judging from the mobility. From the stands the crowd could see the magic of the floor work the floors seemingly becoming transparent to their eyes; that also factored in Thana repositioning as they watched the fights.
It wasn’t as close as a fight as it appeared, Hammer took far more damage than Avorn but none-the-less an impressive showing by both. Alik catching Ares’ gaze for but a moment nodding in acknowledgement of his new acquaintence’s managing of their partner’s moves. The crowd was loving the musical rhythm the two managed to keep throughout the fight, a strategic bond of sound Alik had to show respect.
Thana watched carefully as the Tamer that had merged with Hammer got up sore and disrobed... his leathers were where he left them and one of the ring squires rushed in with a robe and to escort the defeated pair out of the ring post haste. Some forget that when a merge between man and Beast ends that clothing didn’t materialize out of thin air... some Tamers forget until they’re infront of all these people.
The other fight was more surgical than the battle. While less showy, one could appreciate the skill there. The Scorpio was a brawler and flurry fighter, putting far too much faith in their defense. One could see that Erquen like to push their opponent and attack relentlessly without thinking to gaurd their flanks or evade using their attacks to keep the spider at bay... Worst thing the Scorpion could do. A spider by nature is a strategic thinker often prefering to strike with precise and sudden moves often fatal, so it’s always safer to assume if a spider moves in on you its to kill you in that exact moment.
Once Tiala got to Erquen’s back it was just that the last descisive move. While not a flashy or crowd pleasing finish but those veterans and others aware of fighting skill saw the brilliance of bypassing that impossible defence... The Scorpion probably thought they were invincible. Venom and a soft spot, Alik couldn’t count how many times he and Thana finished a hunt like that.
What followed was certainly not impressive! Spero and Tiala weren’t stepping back as was tradition once a familiar takes form! Alik nodded to Thana whom bound down to the ring only to have Avorn block the spider’s attack. Alik’s voice booming “Break! And take positions!” Thana growled loudly and stood between the fighters and the defeated pair as they were ushered out of the arena. Alik was instructing the remaining two to reposition for the last bout of this match allowing the fighters to recollect themselves. Thana seemed right to be wary of the Ungoliant. “Ready?!” Looking to Avorn “Ready?!” Looking to Tiala “Fight!” And so it began again.
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