Our Champions
Our champions all met briefly in the preparation hall for an
upcoming contest. Several of you were
first timers, but there were some veterans made doubly known later by the crowd’s
enthusiasm at your entrance. The crowd
is chanting for the entertainment soon to come.
There was one champion from every faction present except Capreton. Their champion got dragged in later by two
assistants. Despite him looking as drunk
as a dwarf trapped in a wine cellar and losing his lunch all over the prep room
floor they hastily strapped on his gear and tossed him into the arena with the
others.
The contest of the day was a game of points, sponsored by
the Capretons. Larger foes are worth
more points. Those with the most kill
points to their name at the end wins the prize, a tavern in the middle tier of
town that was repossessed for dealing in stolen goods. William Capret, Royal Steward of the
Capretons, is at the front of the royal box.
Next to him is the unaffiliated Herald/Bard, Tony who announces our
champions and signals the start of the contest!
Hladran mages initiate the magical barrier formed by several obelisks
surrounding the area.
Gates open at the far end, through the landscape of trees,
rocks, and other foliage, there are several suits of armor marching out. This is something new to the arena and likely
just the Capreton military research division trying to show off their new toys
to the public. Binx is the first into
action, rushing forward with Tabaxi speed and tries to take cover near a
boulder and tree, but the tree moves slightly in response. Binx stabs at the tree and it groans as it
wakes and begins to swing its branches at the cat who dared strike it. Other trees and bushes around the area all
begin to awaken as well.
Calvin tried to persuade the others to work together, but
the nature of the contest is clear to all and they choose the individual route,
for now.
Frank the goblin employs his spirit weapon to begin hacking
away like a machete in the brush and quickly begins to rack up some points,
even stealing some away from other combatants to the pleasure of the few of his
faction members in attendance. The crowd
boos the kill stealing but has seen these tactics before and know that it's
part of the game.
Bam-Bam plays with fire and really starts a bonfire
underneath a section of the arena, hoping torch as much of the area around him
as possible for maximum damage. His
unfortunate flames sputter erratically, but it's fire, and the poor plants
eventually succumb.
I.G. swiftly and deftly slashes with his rapier, hitting
several weak points in the trees, but it appears as though he's headed after
the bigger points opportunity marching toward everyone.
Raiden brings down the lightning against the armored foes as
well. The Hladran members of the crowd
rave over his famous style of combat.
Modera, champion of Gera, also thinks fire is the right
approach for her first time in the arena and successfully lights several on
fire around her, gaining some points and stealing a few from Binx who is
dodging branch swipes on a nearby boulder.
Edwin of Tidus tries to stab at a few trees timidly and
unsuccessfully alongside another champion.
Calvin of Cerepodol appears to be conflicted as to
destroying nature itself before him. A
swipe of a branch later convinces him that this isn't "natural" though
and he begins to fight back against the foes, while also battling his own
conscience.
Our Capreton "drunkard", Denton, rushes forward
and stumbles prone at the end of his dash where a nearby bush turns to smack
him while he's down.
The suits of armor get closer and the clanking of them makes
everyone think they are empty, except IG, being closer, notices that one seems
to have something inside as it doesn't ring as hollow sounding as the others
and moves differently.
As the fight continues, Denton crawls toward the oddly
behaving armored being. He proceeds to
take a crystalline shard from his own side and thrusts it between two of the
armor segments. A violet glow shines out
of every segment of the armor and it has deep purple glowing eyes.
"Fools!" It shouts. "You desecrate this, my city, with your
meaningless contests.". Denton begs for a "release" from the
being, which it happily complies with by cleaving down with a sword and
removing his arm at the shoulder which throws him into unconsciousness.
The glowing enemy reaches upward, funneling energy as it
begins to control the magical barrier and slowly it contracts inward on the
champions, withering any living thing it touches.
The crowd is in a panic, scrambling to exit, and the mages
are desperately trying to regain some control over the barrier. In the end, three of the mages work together
to open a portal inside the barrier which only shows a dark blackness. Modera motions everyone to get out through
it.
IG, Calvin, and Frank are determined to fell this wicked
creature and as IG lands the final blow, a last remaining burst of energy flows
outward into the barrier. "You will
all wither like you were meant to," is it's last dying claim. The scorekeepers are gone, but Frank is
wondering just how many points others got and if it took the lead away from
him. They all go through the
portal. Calvin picks up the fallen
Denton before finally going through.
Everyone gets thrown out of the exit portal on a far cliff
side which stands just above the Nylus Academy across the bay from Forsdon
City. As they look toward the glowing
sky over the city, an implosion of violet light radiates outward and passes by
like an ill breeze.
After a quick stabilization of Denton, he still begs for a
"release", which IG quickly grants before any more information can be
gained. Calvin takes a sample of the
purple pus oozing out of a wound in his side.
Bam-Bam tries to devour the body, but the group quickly
stops him, showing their disgust and he instead lights him up like a funeral
pyre. Frank decides these are sure odd
customs for such "civilized" people.
Some scholars from the Academy come rushing up the hill to
put out the fire before it spreads on the dry, grassy area and one of them
mentions there's something he thinks they should see, beckoning them to follow
him to the academy.
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