[Alvadas Event]Tournament Sign Up (Closed)

[Fallacy]

25th of Fall, 511 AV The Colosseum would be bustling with excitement and energy, the outside gates closed, but still a crowd gathered. There would be much pushing, shoving, hollering, and it seemed to be quite chaotic, but at the same there was a silent order as a person stood right at the outside gates. The person, dressed in his usual showy outfit, was none other than Shale, the keeper and ringmaster of the Colosseum. He knew that today was pay day and everyone able bodied person around would be scurrying to prove themselves in the Colosseum. It was sign up day and everyone was wanting to get a chance to participate in Shales tournament. Sure, there has been tournaments before in the fall, but this, this, was the first one held by Shale. The people of Alvadas thought the tradition had been broken when the man took up ownership of the establishment, but it seems this year was different… Maybe it was a strategic move in Shales part? A move to get more interest in a tournament than ever before, one that, by withholding such an event for years and the advertising it as the ‘Tournament of Titans’ would surly get public interest. Not only will those who think they have power want to participate, but the name itself would also draw a crowd, a special kind of people that, with the proper motivation, would pay good money to watch such an event. Silently Shale laughed as it seemed his plan was working. Out in front of the gates, just beyond the kelvic himself, was three tables, each manned by 3 people and all nine people busily scribbling names and granting numbers to those who signed up, but for a number, a chance to compete, there was a price. Shale is a firm believer that nothing good is ever free, and so he is charging those wishing to enter a ‘registration fee’ of 10 GM, double the charge for front row seats. It only seemed fair considering the reward to be gained, a secret prize that he kept on milking for every last fighter he could get his hands on. As people, eager fighters from all over, would walk up to a person behind a said table there would be an uninterested look, followed by a question “Name?” and then “That will be 10 Gold Miza” along with the waiting of the Gold Miza to be placed in front of them where they would then scoop it up quickly and place it in a bag beside their chair. After that a number will be scribbled by their name and the person who signed up would take their leave. OOC: Teams will be announced in the official ‘terms and conditions’ of entry thread. Anyone interested in healing please post here as well and note that you will not have to pay a miza fee. Just state that you wanna be a healer and have your name written down. I just need to know who all will be signed up for it. This thread will close on the 12th of September and the tournament will be start on the 22nd

[Ssafirsotibones]

Bones knew what he was going to do when he rose today. He had heard talk from Shale that a tournament of sorts would be going on here, and it seemed like something interesting for him to try out. So he went about, almost directly to the coliseum. After all, it was almost impossible to go exactly were you wanted in this city, it liked to give detours. But eventually, he ended up there. It appeared he was first in line to sign up for the event, and so Bones walked proudly up to the table, to enter himself. Looking at the person, he said his name, "Bonesss..." and then set down the designated mizas before the person. With his money ten gold coins lighter, he was signed up, and ready for whatever would come next. Having finished this, Bones would go on his way, done with the sign up portion of the event. So far so good... Though he doubted the rest would be quite so easy.

[Ulric]

Ulric longed to hear the clangor of metal, to feel the warm spurt of gore on his face. He was used to fighting to keep what he had, but ever since that not so distant day in the ring of sang, the roar of the crowd had echoed in the back of his mind. He would return. Now, as he strode to the table, he felt the pound of blood in his head. He was ready for this. He wanted to get started, but for now he’d have to await his turn. He didn't have a problem with that. No, what he did have a problem with was having the deck stacked against him once again. If he caught a wind of that, the man standing behind the table would find himself swinging by his guts over the gates. “Get out of my way, scribe.” He flung a fistful of coins into the dust. “I am known as Ulric.”

[Arros Angerforge]

Arros was angry this day, not his usual explosive self angry, an inner anger that allowed him to access his thoughts and tactics without the rage blocking his judgement. This was the perfect time to sign up for the tournament, the tournament that would cause the crowds to scream for more, the tournament that would fill with the ring of metal on metal. Arros's only problem would be, could he keep this mental state until the tournament day? If not.. he had lost already. Entering the sign up area that held a few librarian-type characters running around tending to the paperwork that came up with such a bit event. Upon reaching the desk that one scribe sat at he stated his name "Arros Angerforge" in a brash, deep tone. Arros took a satchel of coins that was the sign up fee, and threw it on the table. All that was left was to wait, only then would be "allowed" to crush some bones.

[Keido]

Keido came back to the Colosseum. Hoping that he may sharpen his skills and earn some mizas. But it was more crowded as usual as he could tell. And among the people, he noticed a lot more of them looked like seasoned fighters as he recalled from his experiences. All with their exotic weapons, battle hardened looks and aura of danger.

"What seems to be happening today Ser?" Keido asked one of the more nicer looking fighters.

The man told him about Shale's announcement for a new tournament. "The Tournament of Titans" as he said it. The name sounded so powerful that Keido showed an excited smile. He has only barely been in Alvadas for a season and already an opportunity to test himself has appeared.

"I'd like to enter the tournament, Keido." he said giving the required fee.

Then he quickly left, avoiding everyone else. He knew that he has not been fighting according to the unwritten rules of the arena and did not want to risk any incident. For the next few days he would have to prepare himself for the coming fight.

[Miro]

Miro had only heard a few times from Kinneas about the tournaments in Alvadas. Once Kinneas even got to see a fight. The details were a bit fuzzy, as Miro had been distracted by day dreaming. A tournament to prove he was the strongest in Alvadas! "Perfect, I can finally show everybody that I am able to protect them! Kinneas won't need to worry about me ever again." Kinneas had warned him of the tournament, telling him not to enter. He knew exactly what he was going to do today.

He grabbed up his things and walked out the door. Pride filled his stride as he spun his cane over and over again. He whistled as he walked trying to draw attention in. It seemed as if everybody was heading in the same direction, ignoring him completely. He picked up pace and started to move with the crowd. The further he got the louder the commotion seemed to be. He forced his way to the front as the colosseum appeared in the distance.

Finally, the black gates. Miro walked through them as a man came walking out triumphantly. It seemed he was a contestant. He laughed as he thought of the look on his face once he was eliminated. There was no way Miro was going to lose. He was the best, and he knew it!

A lady sat at a table in front of him "Name and ten gold miza please." Miro smile and dug ten gold miza out of his pocket. "My name is Miro." He winked as he set the pieces down in front of him. He felt a surge of pride rush into his body and he turned and walked away. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and his smile showered out excitement to all who would see it.

[Ricky Maze]

It appeared out of nowhere for Ricky, one minute he was socializing with a local then he heard that a tournament was actually starting. Not only would this give him the chance to exercise his skill, but a chance to shoot for a prize. Something exciting as this was something he couldn't afford to waste, nor did he plan too really. A few familiar faces appeared here and there, with the crowd being all riled about the upcoming event. When he finally arrived up to the desk, he reached into his pocket to pull out the mizas. "Your name and Ten Gold Miza's for entry." He was nervous, seeing as how his funds wasn't at a appreciable state. Such a golden opportunity for him, yet so risky considering the reliability of his skills. He knew though, deep inside he knew there was something he had to fight for. Placing the miza's on the table he took a deep breathe. "Ricky Maze." Uninterested, the name taker swept the money into his hands and put it within the plump bag of Gold Miza's. No doubt that money would go as one of the prizes. Considering the deed was done, he moved onward. Though the action wasn't taken, Ricky still felt pride within himself. Like his head could be held high for one, but seeing as signing up was easy as one, two, three it wouldn't be the case for the rest of the tournament. In order for him to do well, he no doubt would have to get practice in before.

[Shazvagrimkon]

Walking through the streets seemed different today. Every day was exciting and different but they each had a similar feeling. This day the people of the city seemed more excited than usual. As Grimkon walked through the city he found himself coming upon the coliseum. There was a large crowd surrounding it. Curious as to what all the commotion was about, Grimkon walked into the crowd and heard chatter of a tournament. He heard how Shale had announced the Tournament of Titans and that this was the day to sign up. This new knowledge excited Grimkon and once he reached the front he gave person 10 gold mizas and stated his name “Grimkon.” After he finished he walked off thinking of whom and how he would have to fight the different opponents that he would be facing.

[Victor Lark]

An oak tree had sprouted from between the cobblestones. It rose upward and outward, reaching into nearby windows and cracking open the street, until suddenly it stopped and stood like a living statue. The only movement it made was in response to the confusion of an unwitting passerby, who had been scooped up and thrown into rustling green oblivion by its sudden appearance. He found the edge of a branch and peered warily through the leaves for some explanation of his new situation, but before he could even catch his breath, the foliage was shrinking again. It grew quickly backwards into its invisible seed beneath the road.

Victor found himself deposited in an unfamiliar alley. It led to a clearing with a large wall on one end; before it stood a trio of tables and a crowd around them. Shrugging, the foreigner found his bearings and walked towards the commotion. He had been wandering around for hours, trying to figure out some theme in the unfamiliar roads or at least some labeled building to divert him as the sun fell. This was as good as anything else he could find.

He reached one of the three centers of interest, but not without suffering a few shoves from within the jostling crowd. Talk of fights wafted into his ears, words like titans and tournament. He was beyond intrigued.

As he leaned over the table at the urging of the surrounding crowd, he was confronted with an inquiry from the man behind it. “Victor Lark,” he answered without question, a keen smile lingering where it had forgotten to put it away. The man did not take his hand when he offered it, demanding payment instead. He glared at Victor when he was not given the gold pieces instantly; the black-haired youth had taken a precious moment to glance around at the other potential contenders. Finding no one of immediate interest, he pushed the money into the man’s impatient palm and searched the throng for an unusual face.

[Skhaleb Te Finra]

People kept shouting, pushing and enervating Skhaleb who stood politely and relatively calmly in line near one of the tables. Waiting patiently he slowly made his way towards the table. Finally it was his turn and he reached inside his thin clothing to get his pouch when a boarlike man pushed him aside and threw a couple of gold Mizas on the table. " Take what I owe you and let me fight! " The lowly human grunted before snorting. He probably couldn't even count so he let the man do it for him. Skhaleb had bummed into another person which helped him regain his footing fairly quickly but it did make him lose his already strained patience. He ducked below the table's border, presumably to pick up one of the carelessly tossed coins of the boar but in reality he held one of his maces close by the spiked head and smacked it spikefirst into the right kneecap of the grotesque man. The man laid sprawled on the ground, holding his knee with tears in his eyes and breathing heavily before Skhaleb even stood back up. Looking down upon the man his face was emotionless but his voice was a cold, malicious whisper. " Know your place, peasant. " Skhaleb then proceeded to take 10 GM out of his pouch and placed it on the table. " Skhaleb Te Finra " He answered after one of the 3 men at the table asked for his name. His brown eyes shifted between seeing the money being placed in a bag besides the table and noticing a number being scribbled next to his name. " Go now, you're done here. And someone take that man out of here aswell. " The man behind the table said to Skhaleb, and the wounded boar.