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- Posted: Wed, 01 Aug 2012 23:18:49 +0000
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"LADIES AAAAND GENTLEMEN!" A booming voice cried out over a bustling city street filled with all sorts of people from all sorts of places. The voice came from a huge, stark white Colosseum at the center of the city's bustling market district. The building hadn't been used in quite a while, having sat abandoned for years. Recently though workers had been toiling away to clean and repair the broken structure and, naturally, had attracted a number of curious folk. It was to this inquisitive crowd that the voice had spoken, from an unassuming man standing in front of the Colosseum on a marble platform that looked designed to hold a statue.
"It's the moment you've all been waiting for, the BRAWLER'S BASH! It's the most exciting fighting competition we've ever had, and we're here to watch blood-spilling battle-hardened warriors duke it out until only one of them is left standing!"
Behind the ranting Announcer a pair of men were setting up a table near the main entrance to the Colosseum. The table was simple, sturdy wood and the younger of the two covered it with a white cloth before the older, and much shorter, man grimly placed papers and feather tipped pens upon it. Then the two settled in behind the table to wait.
The stout, older man looked every bit the part of a blacksmith - which is his secondary function at the tournament: forging, reforging, and repairing weapons for the competitors. He boasted a godly musculature hidden beneath a scant wardrobe: leather gauntlets lacking fingers, knee-high leather boots, and baggy black trousers that hang limply over the neck of his boots. From his belt of black leather dangled all manner of tools for his craft; one in particular, his hammer, outshines all the rest with its sheer size and design. It was clearly meant for both work and war, and gleamed warily from Cedric's left hip like a steel sentinel. His face, however, was downright ugly, like God forgot he was sculpting a human face and gave him instead the visage of a bulldog. His nose was bulbous, nostrils each as wide as the flat bridge. Small brown eyes were overshadowed by thick brow bones dense with brown follicles. It seemed much of his hair had decided to migrate, leaving most of his scalp bare. Meanwhile, a great, manly beard cascaded down his cheeks, hiding his neck and much of his chest with a chocolate brown thicket. His default expression was wary and analytical, prone to smiling in the presence of friendly folk, and frowning around women and gods. He had a lumbering gait with a hitch in his left step - to the trained eye, it was the sign of a man who has adapted to his limp.
The younger man couldn't have been more different while still being the fighting sort at least. Farthest from a hideous blacksmith, the handsome young man was a knight - complete with brightly shining armor. Platinum blond hair fell down his shoulders in a silky sheet to frame a pleasantly pale and slightly boyish face. Friendly, emerald eyes topped a welcoming, though slightly vacant, smile. A bearskin wrapped round his shoulders made a sort of furry cloak, the paws clasping it together at his chest and the head biting his left shoulder over the pauldron. Intricate details filigreed each plate of his mythril armor in a rich design not at all marred by the odd animal cape.
The both of them stood waiting for whatever brave souls would step up to the challenge and enter the Games.
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Note: Be sure to post the right things in the right places.
Submit fighter applications to the Contest thread
Volunteer to help in the Volunteer thread
Chat and mingle in the OOC thread
Offer suggestions in the Discussion thread
Note: Be sure to post the right things in the right places.
Submit fighter applications to the Contest thread
Volunteer to help in the Volunteer thread
Chat and mingle in the OOC thread
Offer suggestions in the Discussion thread
Welcome to the Recruitment Table of this year's SDRP Summer Games where we hope to have a great turn out for some mingling and friendly competition either as part of the audience in the Main thread or joining the fighters here in the arena. The basic setting/premise of this year's Games is a Romanesque gladiatorial match held by the Old Gods in the Beimini Colosseum within the quirky and eclectic world of Aelzwyr, a pocket dimension between worlds where lost things tend to collect. Characters from anywhere can come and watch as part of the audience or join the fight by submitting an application right here.
This here thread is the main attraction of the whole event - the Fights, a scene writing competition where we'll pair up contestants and pit them against each other in the sands. Each contestant will reserve their entry to the contest by submitting a fighter application to this thread and once enough fighters are signed up they will be paired off to write their scenes for each round of the competition. Our Judges will pick the winner of each fight and only the victors will be posted to the Event RP thread and go on to the next round.