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Please note! This event is only open to the European males who were nominated by their peers and accepted this nomination. These are: poke mattix's Toroth, [jessii]'s Zen, Ganon's Lorne, Kemi's Wake, and DA's Asani.



Randil, with scales the color of dried blood and back lined with spikes the smallest of which were as big around as a human's fist, took to the air with a thunderous roar and the heavy boom! of air being shoved out of his way. He left the ranch, inviting the select few to come with him. Randil flew miles away, finally settling in a wide open plain with short grass and mountains in the distance to the North.

"My little brothers, I hope a few of you will not be little much longer.



Event Step One!
Please RP your European male coming to the clearing, and, in brackets tell me if you will participate in the RP for the chance to win one free flint gift, or if you intend to enter your Kyn in the raffle. There will be two winners from the raffle, both of which must pay 15K for the Flint Gift. There will only be one winner from the RP.

Your responses are needed by April 28th.

Moving to Round Two!
Ganon's Lorne
Kemi's Wake
DA's Asani

Raffle Winners!
[jessii]'s Zen {unpaid}
poke mattix's Toroth {unpaid}

Wings swept the ground as Wake launched himself into the air behind the line before him as the elder rose into the air. Tail swaying behind him, he followed the line swaying from side to side once and a while. He wondered where everyone was going, rising high over the rest he perfered the higher altitudes then the lower ones. Wings setting into a glide, the thermals carrying him short distances before a wing beat was required. He noted the Elder dip and land within a fairly large clearing. Dipping a wingtip, he followed spiralling down into the clearing landing before the elder and just off to the side a bit. Bowing his head in greeting to the elder, Wake remained silent only going to speak when it was his turn, or something of that manner.

[[ I'm going to Rp it out. ^^ ]]

He waited for the others to arrive, perhaps anxious himself at the prospect of trials.

"Although there are five of you, I have only three flints formed from the hardest minerals to offer. Two have already chosen their owners, and one three of you will compete for."

Randil raked his claws through the ground, digging up the grass and leaving a series of furrows behind. When he lifted his clawed hand, it revealed three beautiful stones that glinted in the sunlight. He picked up one in each claw, rocking back to his haunches.

"Toroth, Zen, the stones believe that you are deserving already. Take them, and return to the group. We will show you how to use them later." Randil was most likely referring to himself and Neti, perhaps even the other Lunar Elder. He handed the stones over without much more presentation. Despite their size, they were incredibly heavy.

"Lorne, Wake, Asani - it is your responsibility, little brothers, to show me that you are worthy of this gift. We will have a sparring competition.

Randil scratched out in the grass and dirt with his claws the brackets for the event.

((See next post))

Challenge Two!

Bracket One: Lorne vs. Wake
Bracket Two: Asani vs. Lorne
Bracket Three: Wake vs. Asani

Each fight consists of 10 roleplay posts, with each Kyn getting five posts. One of those five posts will be an introduction to the fight, so you really only have three posts to make your moves and one post to wrap the fight up. Keep this limit and guideline in mind.

Stopping point is determined by first blood, or post maximum reached. Magic is allowed, but no familiars may help.

Although you may 'win' your match (either by bleeding your opponent, their forfeit, or you being deemed winner after 10 posts), you may not neccessarily win the prize.

Event winner will be determined by realism (recognize physical and magical limitations), how well you worked with your opponent (does your fight have a start and an end? do you pay attention to what the opponents' moves are? ), creativity, and spelling & grammar.

Please don't plan your fight out ahead of time, or during it. That removes spontanuity.

Either player may post first for the fight start. Do not post other RP in this thread until all three brackets are finished.

All three brackets need to be finished before May 10th.

Good luck, and you're free to start!

Lorne narrowed his eyes at Toroth and Zen, then looked up at his two opponents and snorted a burst of flame through his nose. Slowly, his tail lashed, dragging a long, deep furrow in the earth behind it while the massive European lowered his head in turn, bowing to Wake.

When he lifted his head again, tongues of flame licked between his teeth. Gentle Lorne had bested many a foe in combat; he had a lot of weight, and he was an expert at throwing it around.

"Come, then," he growled, fire swirling at the back of his mouth.

Lorne lifted his head and opened his jaws wide, then unleashed a wide, powerful jet of flame into Wake's flight path. Dragon fire isn't like something that comes out of a flamethrower, at least not in Lorne's case. It's a forceful blast that can slam through wood and masonry, smash its way through buildings and reduce steel to molten goo. Already, Lorne was bracing himself on his claws. He was not, unfortunately, quick on his feet, so he had to rely on his thick scales, massive size, and immense strength. He closed his jaws as he cut off the flame, whipping his tail over his back in hopes that he could catch Wake with it.

No more words. Only the fight.

[Sorry about the delay, been a very busy week. x.x]

Lorne growled, digging his talons into the earth as he lashed his tail away. A painful bite, but fairly insignificant to a creature his size. Lorne crouched down and whipped his head forward, snapping at Wake before whipping his foreclaw out horizontally to force his foe back farther. Wake could move much faster than Lorne, both on the ground and in the air, but Lorne's sheer size meant that a single solid strike would be more than enough. Slowly, he began to lift his tail into the air, rocking forward on his legs as though preparing something.