The Tournament: Sign Ups

[shadowdeath]

"Your infantry are surrounded," Yysengrid said, gesturing to the black and white pieces on the Asewingyn board with his long spindly fingers.

Svenasim looked at the circular game board. In the center of the board was a small white figurine in the shape of a man gripping a long pike. The white game piece was indeed surrounded by a menacing group of black pieces wielding sharp curved swords. Svenasim pursed his thin lips thoughtfully. His next move would be a gamble... but yes, it could work.

"There have been times when men have fought and it all seemed hopeless," Svenasim paused as his bony fingers reached for the top of his lonely white piece. "However if even one man keeps hope... " suddenly Svenasim's eyes started to glow a brilliant pure white. A very similar light appeared at the the bottom of the game piece, and slowly worked it's way up until the piece was completely engulfed in it.

Slowly, the light faded away from Svenasim's eyes and the game piece. However, instead of a tiny footmen, the piece had transformed into a fierce looking warrior, holding a long broadsword.

"...a hero emerges."

As soon as Svenasim released the newly formed warrior, it immediately spun itself around, its broadsword a whirlwind of death and cleanly cutting through the surrounding pieces.

"Well played..." Yysengrid said looking down at his cut up game pieces and the aftermath of his opponent's slaughter. "A bit of luck obviously, not knowing if your footmen could withstand all the pressure."

Svenasim chuckled. "You'd be surprised my friend"

"Well this game is over," Yysengrid said standing up with a bit of a slight frown. It was however quickly replaced by with a smile and a mischievous glint in his eye. "I actually have a new game we should try, I think you would enjoy it."

Svenasim arched his eyebrow. Yysengrid was sometimes hard to read, but Svenasim had a pretty good guess what Yysengrid meant by a "new game".

"Are you playing with mortals again?" he asked.

"They used to be mortals..." Yysengrid replied looking at the white warrior piece.

"Then they became heroes and villains. Kings and conquerors. Court bards compose epics about their feats, and their horrible tales are used as stories to frighten little children. It would be wrong to call them mortals! Legends, perhaps would be a more appropriate name."

"Follow me my dear friend, I'll show you what I've been working on".

Svenasim got up from his seat and followed Yysengrid. Yysengrid led Svenasim to the back of the room where there was another table. On the table was what looked like a model version of a coliseum. On closer examination, Svenasim even noticed that there appeared to be a long line of miniature people waiting outside the coliseum. A pair of children were running throughout the line, chasing each other. A couple, possibly man and wife seemed to be arguing over something. The detail was for the spectators was astonishing, even more detailed than Asewingyn game pieces.

Svenasim closed his eyes as he realized what he was looking at. Mortals.

"So what do you call this... game?" Svenasim asked.

Yysengrid glanced at his old friend. "The Tournament." Yysengrid started laughing. His laughter echoed throughout the game room for what seemed like a very long time.

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An envelope slowly falls from the sky, flipping on its way down. It drifts towards you, and you catch the mysterious envelope with your fingers. You glance at the front of it and in dark red ink, it surprisingly has your name on it. Something beckons you to open the letter and without hesitation you tear it open. Inside is a single piece of parchment with the words written in the same dark red ink, "You have been summoned."

Suddenly a light surrounds you and you throw your arms up to shield your eyes. Even before the light starts fading away, the first thing you notice is the overwhelming noise of a crowd of people pounding into your ears. You slowly open your eyes and find yourself in a massive arena. Looking around you realize that there must be thousands of people cheering and yelling in the stands. Many wear clothing that is unfamiliar to you, as if they came from another city. As you look more closely, you realize that another city might not even wear clothing like that. You even spot someone with long pointy ears, a single eye in the middle of their forehead, and snake like tongue. Perhaps, as your understanding dawns onto you, there might be people from other worlds.

A man in a white cloak comes up to you. In the center of his chest is a logo that looks like a pair of white glowing eyes. His left hand is clutching a handful of parchment and his right hand is holding a long pointy device that you guess must be for writing.

"Here for the Tournament?" He asks in a no nonsense voice. He thrusts a piece of parchment into your hand. "Here are the rules, make sure you read it carefully. I'll also need your information. Right now."

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RULES:
This tournament is different. Your character was chosen by the mysterious people who can summon people from across the universe, so obviously they pick the best of the best of the BEST. Whether they're heroes, villains, kings, tyrants, they have some reason they were chosen. That means some restrictions compared to most tournaments are a lot looser.

1. Godmodding:
Godmodding is actually allowed to a degree, because your character is the best of the best of the BEST. However keep in mind that it is only allowed to a certain degree, so please be reasonable and as with regular godmodding rules, you may NOT control another person's character. Moderators will make sure people aren't being ridiculous with this rule.

2. Banned items:
So other things that are typically banned, such as summoning and flying, WILL be allowed in this tournament. The idea is that if your opponent summons something, you should be able to fight the summon. Things that are banned are things that would not fit in a "fantasy" themed story. Again, be reasonable.

3. One character ONLY.

4. Posting rules:
You have to make a post within 24 hours of your last post (unless your opponent hasn't made one yet). If you do not, your character will either suffer some sort of damage by a moderator. If 48 hours goes by without a post, your character will automatically lose the round and is finished.

If you have a reason where you won't be available for posting, please post in your tourney and let everyone know. And cause we're all friends, the 48 hour rule can be flexible if some sort of emergency happened and you still want to continue the tournament.

5. Moderator:
The moderator has a final say on what happens. No rebuttals. Remember, this is all in good fun. The moderator will also be able to "trigger" certain events. More on this in the Q&A.

Sign Up
Name:
Title(s): This includes title(s) formally received, and not formally received. For example I might officially be "SD, Ruler of the Four Kingdoms". However, people might call me "SD the Grim Reaper", even though that's not a formal title.
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Weapon(s):
A description of spells and abilities: The reason I'm not asking for specific spells is because if you look in things like books, normally the mages don't have moves like "fire blast" or "iceberg drop" or something. Instead I think a description of your spells is more appropriate. "Can conjure fire at will, and change it into different forms including a dragon". Of course, you can still have names for your spells/techniques if you want.
History and accomplishments: Why you're famous. Why there are songs written about you. "SD stood alone in the battle of the Four Kingdoms and single handled destroyed the entire opposing army"

All sign ups will have to be approved by me and GE (who is co hosting btw).

Q&A

Q: But SD! No tournaments ever get finished!
A: This is why there's a one character rule, and a post every 24 hours rule. Also I encourage you to try to set a time when you and your opponent are both online, to hopefully make things go smoother. Besides, it's my turn to make a tournament that fails.

Q: So this tournament is just a bunch of overpowered people, what's special / different about it?
A: So one, it's overpowered people so it should hopefully make AWESOME fight scenes (think movie like).

Two, the moderators are going to have a more active role in the tournament. They will not only moderate the fight, but the environment of the fight might also change. It's what I'm calling a "dynamic" arena. So for example, all of the sudden the moderator might post that a nearby volcano explodes, and lava is rushing towards your characters. Or if your character picks up a certain item, they might gain 1000 exp! they might grow claws or something awesome.

Q: So if my character is super strong, how is that going to be fair for my opponent?
A: For the first two characters who fight, I'll have a longer intro post. It'll explain a little bit that the arena has an "equalizer" of sorts. Basically it'll bring people to the same level. What this means is that say a magic user and a weapons user fight, the magic user won't all of a sudden grow muscles and be able to fight with weapons, but instead that the magic user and the weapons user will be able to fight on par with each other.

Q: SD I hate you.
A: Shut up.

[Celia]

Name: [[Name has been lost to the ages]]
Title(s): The Old Despot
Age: 1738
Gender: Female
Appearance: Despite her shoulder length black hair and the appearence of a relatively muscular twenty-something maiden, an onlooker would have difficulty determining that the Old Despot is alive at all, or ever was. She remains still, indiscernible from a statue. Never moving. Not even blinking. She stands still in every way, unable to move her muscles, with skin as pale as sleet and black lines that bar her skin, indicating where what was once could be considered blood now forces its way through her veins at a snails pace. Her skin is coated in frost.
Weapon(s): None.
A description of spells and abilities: The Old Despot transports herself through levitation. Her primary form of combat involves summoning massive amounts of dry ice, cold enough to burn, from the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. The magicked bonds that hold her together result in the fact that even a bullet would leave naught more than a light bruise on her skin, and reflects the vast majority of malicious outside magicks from effecting her. (For example, if you were intending to boil her form the inside, it wouldn't work.)

History and accomplishments: Once the tyrant of an fallen kingdom, when her body was still agile and so was she, she would move at inhuman speeds and kill any who dare even spoke a word against her. Should they display even a moments hesitation, the Old Despot would even tear out the throat of her most beloved general. Several years into her reign, people were fleeing by the hundreds, and she didn't bother to stop them. After all, people with such fear had no place in her kingdom. She would kill any invading force on the battlefield, driving away whole armies, including her own in eventuality. It came to one day that she sat on her throne in complete isolation, with every citizen either deceased or fled. Yet still she fought on, without even a remaining purpose. Any who even came within four meters of her on the battlefield would feel the heat from her body as she tore men apart. Her blood was hot enough that it would scald any who manged to liberate even a small amount of it from it from her veins.
But one day, a council of monks in an ancient monastery many miles away declared that she needed to be brought to an end. However, when they confronted her, they found, as many other people before them had, that they could not slay her. They summoned their most powerful ice magicks and bound her to a curse that fed off of her own mana for the remainder of her life in order to freeze her body in a single position, her own flesh being the very prison that held her in place. They proceeded to chain the shell of a woman deep beneath the monastery.
The first thing she discovered how to do was weaponize the very bonds that held her in place. She summoned spears of ice to break the chains that held her, and soon thereafter slew every monk in the monastery. She levitates across the lands, in an aimless drift, until one day she is summoned to a dastardly tournament.

[Golden Emblem]

Full disclosure: SD and I are waiting for more people to sign up before we start approving people. Why? Well, this whole "allowing super strong characters" thing is new to us, and we want to get a general idea of where most people are, and see if anyone is overplaying or downplaying their characters too much.

In other words? POST ALREADY. GET YOUR FRIENDS.

[Griffin]

Working on profiles. Not sure who I wanna use yet.

[shadowdeath]

Thanks for that post GE!

Anyway, here's my character (still in the process of being edited). But it's only going to be used if we don't have enough people participating.

Name: Tryvok Vanderkin
Title(s): Dr. Vanderkin, Soul Stealer, The Science Butcher
Age: 64
Gender: Male
Appearance: The first thing you'll notice about Dr. Vanderkin is that he is a relatively tall and broad shouldered man towering at 6 feet and 7 inches. The second thing you'll notice is the massive patches of skin and scars all around his body. Over the years, Dr. Vanderkin has continued to "upgrade" and "repair" his body using other people's body parts.

His two arms are huge, with the right arm being slightly bigger. There are a multitude of large needles poking into his left shoulder with glowing liquids. His right arm has a single needle poking into it with a clear liquid.

The needles are connected through tubes to a clear cylindrical tank that is on Dr. Vanderkin's back. In it you can see the different mixtures of glowing liquids.

Weapon(s): The metal tank at Dr. Vanderkin's back contains all sort of magic and chemicals that are pumped to his arm. Dr. Vanderkin's left arm has the ability to shoot out magic. His right arm is being pumped with epinephrine (or more commonly known as adrenaline) which gives his arm a lot of strength.

A description of spells and abilities: Dr. Vanderkin's left arm is generally used to shoot out magic in short blasts. However, if he decides to use up more of his magic, he can shoot out a continuous stream. This however, is extremely costly to his magic supply.

Dr. Vanderkin's right arm is extremely strong, and can be strengthen even further by pumping more epinephrine. When strengthened, he is able to easily leave giant cracks in a wall. However, his right arm can only handle so much, and by using excessive amounts of epinephrine, he'll damage his right arm badly.

History and accomplishments: Civilization was at it's peak when science and magic were combined. Dr. Vanderkin was one of the leading expert of the fusion of science and magic. Dr. Vanderkin continued to try to push for more and more innovation, until one day he realized he couldn't go any further in the field unless he had magical abilities himself. With this idea in mind, the following day he slaughter everyone in his laboratory, and stole their magic. The magic today resides in the tank he has on his back.

He continued to kill the greatest wizards, and he eventually concluded that he could output a greater amount of magic if his body was able to handle it. That was when he decided to kill the greatest warriors and take all their body parts to make him as strong as possible. To this day, Dr. Vanderkin continues to try to become what he has sought out for all these years, the perfect fusion of science and magic.