Watchtower & HALO Unification Tournament - Now Open to Everyone

[Morty]

Watchtower & HALO Unification Tournament

In a largely agricultural area of Outside, the tournament hosted by Watchtower and HALO has begun. The event is meant to be a show of the two organization's cooperation as they prepare to merge together. It's open to all participants.

Layout:

The area is a fenced-off circle. Inside the fence there are three arenas and a number of tents with various facilities.

• Arena I: A multi-layered arena divided into several rings, this one serves as a place for the regular duels or melees between participants to occur. It's surrounded with vantage points for spectators.
• Arena II: A larger area covered by a domed cage. This is where participants will battle various beasts, monsters and machines provided by the organizers.
• Arena III: A relatively simple, open ring. It's the non-combat arena, made with the purpose of being easily equipped with whatever is necessary at the moment. This is the place for non-martial contests of skill.
• Medical tent: Obviously enough, this is the place where injuries are tended to.
• Refreshment tent: Doesn't really need explaining.
• Command tent: Where Watchtower and HALO leaders confer and oversee the whole event.

Rules:

• A character can announce that they're looking for a challenge. They can determine whom they would like to fight or leave it open. Issues of power level and power source will be decided individually.
• No lethal bouts. The victory conditions are determined by the combatants, but nobody dies.
• In case of fighting against monsters, anyone can approach Arena II and request a fight. Likewise, should the beast win the bout, it will not go for the kill or cause too serious damage.
• Troublemakers will be evicted.

[Recaiden]

A lumbering, four-armed humanoid is here helping, carrying materials and clearing an area for the tournament's main arena. He is wearing a featureless reflective mask, and has a halo of light shining around his bald head, perhaps to announce his former affiliation.

[Aric Kale]

Marcus, the Scots-Roman praetorian cohort, made it here as well, possibly with Wenomir. He's dressed in his glowing red armor, and his skin seems to have taken on a silvery sheen. Hmm, I wonder where that came from...
Another contender has arrived for the tournament, one Clara Tovell, via orange portal. She's accompanied by three little dragons all flying around her head.

[Morty]

Wenomir himself is standing on the hill's slope, overseeing the works. Or, well, more or less overseeing. He's not exactly qualified in any way, so he's mostly telling people where things should go. Currently, he's trying to make a list of what sort of areas the tournament complex should contain. There's a heavy-set man in a linen shirt and wide-brimmed hat standing next to him, who seems to share some vague family resemblance. He seems to be directing some of the workers, who seem to have come from neighbouring villages.

[Lost_Deep]

A woman with green hair and a green dress walks into the area. She's curious, looking at the situation, but staying out of the way.

((Open for interaction))

[UncleWolf]

People might notice a slightly short man meandering towards the Tournament's area. He carries a mandolin on his back, wears a pair of old worn brown leather boots, pants of similar wear, a rope for a belt, and a longsleeved white shirt that flutters slightly in the wind. The bard chews his tongue for a moment at the sight of all the construction equipment but instead of talking to anyone he simply fixes his beaten leather cap steps over to a tree where he leaves his instrument and his shirt, folding it neatly under the mandolin so it doesn't rest on the ground itself.

Now shirtless, Conor tips his hat to Wenomir and makes his way to all the planks, grabbing nails, a hammer, and a hand saw on the way. When he gets there he begins to work and sing, a crystal clear voice rising in the air.

The farmer`s heart with joy is filled
When his crops are good and sound;
But who can feel the wild delight
Of the sailor homeward bound?
For three long years have passed away
Since we left freedom's shore,
Our long-felt wish has come at last
And we're homeward bound once more.

Conor's singing serves as a measure for his own pace as he saws and hammers and despite what's going to be hard work his voice doesn't waver an inch. Overall his pace, while fast, is steady and can be heard well above the sound of his carpentry.

To where the sky's as clear as the maiden's eye
Who longs for our return,
To the land where milk and honey flows
And liberty it was born.
So fill our sails with the favoring gales,
And with shipmates all around
We`ll give three cheers for our starry flag
And the Jamestown homeward bound.

Even with the hot sun beating down on his pale whip-scarred back, Conor keeps up his work and within minutes it's easy to see that he's building one of the sets of bleachers that would allow people to rest somewhat comfortably. Always he sings while he works. Sometimes his songs are sad, while other times they are a little happier. Most of the time however his songs are work songs. Nonetheless, his singing never stops and is there for all to enjoy. It'll take him the better part of an hour, but he'll get the first set of bleachers up before working on the next.

Oddly, the wind swirls around him gently even when it touches nothing else, as if the air itself wishes to hear him sing.

If he finishes he second set of bleachers without interruption he'll go to a clear spot between them and begin pacing off a giant circle, dragging his heel in the ground to mark the edges of the fighting arena. All without a single drink or break or even a rest from his singing.

[Lord Magtok]

Is that Magtok, Commander of HALO, napping under a tree? Ugh, yes, I'm pretty sure it's him. What a lazy bum, couldn't he have found a better time and place to be nodding off? How can he even sleep with all that noise in the distance?

[Morty]

And now...

Watchtower & HALO Unification Tournament

In a largely agricultural area of Outside, the tournament hosted by Watchtower and HALO has begun. The event is meant to be a show of the two organization's cooperation as they prepare to merge together.

Layout:

The area is a fenced-off circle. Inside the fence there are three arenas and a number of tents with various facilities.

• Arena I: A multi-layered arena divided into several rings, this one serves as a place for the regular duels or melees between participants to occur. It's surrounded with vantage points for spectators.
• Arena II: A larger area covered by a domed cage. This is where participants will battle various beasts, monsters and machines provided by the organizers.
• Arena III: A relatively simple, open ring. It's the non-combat arena, made with the purpose of being easily equipped with whatever is necessary at the moment. This is the place for non-martial contests of skill.
• Medical tent: Obviously enough, this is the place where injuries are tended to.
• Refreshment tent: Doesn't really need explaining.
• Command tent: Where Watchtower and HALO leaders confer and oversee the whole event.

Rules:

• A character can announce that they're looking for a challenge. They can determine whom they would like to fight or leave it open. Issues of power level and power source will be decided individually.
• No lethal bouts. The victory conditions are determined by the combatants, but nobody dies.
• In case of fighting against monsters, anyone can approach Arena II and request a fight. Likewise, should the beast win the bout, it will not go for the kill or cause too serious damage.
• Troublemakers will be evicted.

The tournament has begun. Everyone is free to come and participate.

[Recaiden]

The 4-armed man approaches Arena II.
"Alright. Let's see just what they've found."
He requests something to fight of the arena's overseer(?). Should be good to have some excitement after all that dull construction.

[Taet]

The Ladychild Ykysa asks for a magic overseer of Arena III. The little sapphire golem. I have a better word now. She is a homunculus. She shows the Ring of Green to the magic overseer and asks can the 3/day limit can be turned off and the making real items from the ring be turned off too? Just while she is in the arena ring? "I do not have my own magic to give. But I may be can make an illusion duel."

Old Fashioned Illusion Duel

• Change your form or make an illusion
• Defeat the other person's last illusion
• Ask for a judge after a week OOC
• Or stop the fight and say I cannot defeat that
• Ykysa's extra rule says use just one color
• She picks green and loses the first turn

[Earl of Purple]

Arena I Challenger!

An ogre approaches, wearing a pair of trousers made from the fur of something black with red stripes and very shaggy hair and a pair of heavy metal gauntlets. The ogre has red skin, dark purple eyes and no hair, and is approximately three metres tall and nearly as wide. "Who thinks they can beat me, huh?" The gauntlets glow with enchantments that will soften any blows that land, making them far less lethal than they should be.

Arena I

Nearby stand an aasimar with gold skin, silver hair and glowing white eyes. She's wearing black full-plate armour under a red tabard emblazoned with a white double-headed centipede. She's leaning against a silver-plated spear and holding a full helm under her arm. Next to her stands a large Orsimer in greenish, ridged and slightly spiky banded mail in his native style, with a warhammer slung over his shoulder. The warhammer is made from the bone of something very large, with leather wrapped around a bit carved into a handle.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Prior to the Tournament]

KR walked around each of the arenas, wielding a thin staff of pressed ash. Following her were a small cohort of shades, vaguely humanoid beings seemingly cut out of two-dimensional shadow. Each of the shades held open a heavy tome, from which KR read off an endless series of complicated runes and sigils, etching them out in circular patterns around the perimeter of each arena with the point of her staff. With each rune etched, a faint shimmer started to form around the arena, revealing the powerful binding and warding spells that were starting to take hold around each circle.

No matter what kind of weird shenanigans took place in the day's duels, the wards would keep the onlookers safe from harm.

[Tournament]

KR is at Arena II, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and her usual coat. She's rather glad that the weather's gotten a lot warmer in the past few weeks. She was starting to think that winter would never be over. Mage that she is, it's likely that she's providing at least some of the monsters that challengers will be facing in the form of exotic summons and creatures from other planes. Not to mention whatever robotic terrors she's managed to cook up in her spare time.

[Four Armed Man]

KR has just the thing prepared for him. When he enters the arena he'll see a trio of dog-like apparitions on the other side. They're translucent and glowing bright white, with fuzzy, electric edges and sparking eyes and mouths. The dogs walk forward slowly, the two outer ones moving sideways into flanking positions.

[Hattish Thing]

Before the Combat, Medic's Tent:

Shoyler has shown up to volunteer for medical assistance! As a cleric, he thought perhaps he could offer his healing to the public. He... wasn't sure how exactly to go about the volunteering however, and as such awkwardly looks about the tournament for someone that looks to be in charge.


Arena 1: Ogre

Trucido Amare has arrived, looking appropriately military dressed in his black and red Mandalorian Sith armor, his long and flowing white coat covering the suit somewhat and keeping the Sith warm. Hidden beneath the coat and hanging at the Sith Lord's belt, his two beautifully crafted lightsabers, Scorpio and Black Lotus thud quietly against the crimson plated armor. The blades had been 'dulled' for today's duels, made to be unable to slice or sever organic substances. However... that didn't stop the blades from sending jolts of excruciating pain through an enemy. He looks quite impressive, really. Darth Calamity moves forward, the armor shining in the sunlight, the unique crest of the Ignitis Academy proudly branded on the chestpiece. He walks into the arena to stand across from the ogre, looking over the large beast, his heavy boots causing dirt to fly about as he walks. Smirking at the much larger foe, he responds to the ogre's challenge calmly with a short and reserved response. I do. He smiles one more time, his metallic teeth reflecting in the sun. Normally the Sith had a certain fondness for theatrics, but it seems that Darth Calamity is more focused upon the actual combat today. The Sith hadn't had a decent battle since.... not since Garn Kubo, now that he thought about it.

This would be fun...

Spoiler: Darth Calamity:

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[FireFox]

HALO Captains Samantha and Hector arrive. Sam is dressed in casual jeans and a white t-shirt. She has a big gun on her right thigh, a smaller gun on her left hip, and a simple pack on her back. Hector, on the other hand, is in a gray suit with a gray tie and cool shades. He doesn't appear to be armed, unless you're actively looking for his concealed IWB holster.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena I- Ogre vs. Sith!

The ogre, Hungerfist Steelgut, smiles at his opponent. "Whoever gets KO'd first loses sound good to you?" He gets into a classic boxing guard as he speaks; I don't actually know anything of boxing, but it's the one where he's hiding behind his fists.

[Ionbound]

Arena I

Therlynn shows up, and eyes the aasimat for a moment before saying, "You up for a fight? Or are you just spectating?" as she shifts her weight from foot, slightly antsy.

[Hattish Thing]

Arena I- Ogre vs. Sith!

The ogre, Hungerfist Steelgut, smiles at his opponent. "Whoever gets KO'd first loses sound good to you?" He gets into a classic boxing guard as he speaks; I don't actually know anything of boxing, but it's the one where he's hiding behind his fists.

Trucido nods slowly, not bothering to reply vocally to the lumbering beast. He bows slightly, a sign of respect among adversaries, before reaching to his belt and activating the intricately designed blades. He raises his arms to the sides before assuming some soft of offensive position, activating the blades as he moves about in place. Dim purple and vibrant red shine against his face, the lights reflecting off his metal fangs. There's no way he could overpower the monster with what strength he had, for though he was quite strong for a human, the ogre was automatically far out of his league there. No... He'd have to knockout the brute with speed and accuracy. A hilt to the neck, a flurry of systematic blows to the temple.... He'd go for pressure points. The Sith breathes in deeply, feeling the environment around him. Then... he starts rushing towards the beast before jumping high into the air, the force guiding his leap. Trucido aims to land on the ogres head and bring his lightsabers down as he descends. This won't penetrate or wound the ogre, due to the dulling of his blades, but should the attack hit the poor ogre, the beast might find his body suddenly jolted with burning pain from the attack.

[Earl of Purple]

Arena I- Ogre vs. Sith!

Hungerfist raises his arms up, not to block Trucido's blow, but to turn his downwards momentum into upwards momentum with a double-fisted punch. Ordinarily, the blow would crack ribs, but the enchantment on the gloves should prevent serious injury.

[Aric Kale]

Aena I

Marcus spectates the battle, wanting to join in the next bout of combat. He has blunted his weapons and promises to not use lethal energy with his Destructive Runes.
This wouldn't be a fair fight, he could tell just by looking at the contestants...

[Arkhosia]

Misaka enters, clad in her usual Tokiwadai School Uniform of a short-sleeved white dress shirt, a beige sweater vest, and a mid-thigh long tan skirt. The 15 year old girl with chestnut-colored shoulder-length hair and brown eyes looks around, and proclaims to everyone:
My name is Misaka, and I am looking for a challenge!

[Zefir]

Medical tent

Mia has taken place here. With her came some medical tools. She knows that magical healing is much better suited, but sometimes it's good to be prepared. Who knows, maybe some of the people can't be healed by magic alone or don't want it.
After all, she didn't ask for or was asked, she just knows how she can help best.

Arena II

And another person will be here, after the first fight (assuming we don't need to wait for fights to be over) Tovpir, the giant stone scorpion will appear here. He can either be seen as participant or as a monster to beat.

[Duck999]

Sica enters. He approaches Arena III, and observes anything going on there. He himself just warms up outside of it.

[Morty]

[Command Tent]

Wenomir can be seen here, speaking with two young lads, in their teens, by the look of it. One of them has short black hair, while the other one's is dark blond, and tied back in a way reminiscent of the warrior's.

[Arena I]

Thariza Brighthorn from HALO stands in the centre of one of the rings.

"As a member of HALO, I can fight anyone who needs challenge," she announces.

[Aric Kale]

Arena I

Marcus answers Thariza's call, step forward boldly, glad to be rid of injury. I am the Last Praetorian, Marcus Hostilius Regulus, and as a WATCHman, I can beat anyone who offers a challenge. He has his gladius strapped to his side, spear in hand, and his shield on his left arm. The young cohort will look over his opponent, trying to gauge her strengths and weaknesses.

[Hattish Thing]

Arena I- Ogre vs. Sith!

Hungerfist raises his arms up, not to block Trucido's blow, but to turn his downwards momentum into upwards momentum with a double-fisted punch. Ordinarily, the blow would crack ribs, but the enchantment on the gloves should prevent serious injury.

The Sith looks down as Hungerfist's punch rises up to greet him, already planning an acrobatic response to the attack. As the fists rise up to knock him into the air, Trucido moves forward midair using the force to guide him. Should he succeed, he'll push his legs against the side of the upcoming punch, flipping against the troll's fists and landing back on the ground. Darth Calamity frowns now, gazing up at his enemy. It was clear that going near the monstrous creature would be... hazardous to his health. Instead, Calamity throws a lightsaber at the troll, meaning for the blade to fly right past Hungerfist's head, possibly convincing the troll that The Sith's attack had missed... Only to have the crimson bladed weapon fly right back, aiming to slice the back of the beasts head, seriously burning the troll.

[ThirdEmperor]

Refreshment Tent

A group of four is loitering here, watching the people heading for the arenas. They wear chainmail, and pinned over their hearts, the badge of the Silver Knights; A shield radiating a stylized sunburst, twin griffins encircling a fort etched upon it's face. The clear leader of the group is a man of fiery red hair, with a face somewhat like a bulldog, his nose broken back and his jaw widely blunt.

The rest are a pack of boys barely up to his chin, shaven heads and gawkish looks that scream of nerves. They barely look to be used to the armor they wear, much less the blades that sit at their belts, and there's no mistaking any of them for real warriors. One has to wonder what they think they're doing here.

[Morty]

Arena I

Marcus answers Thariza's call, step forward boldly, glad to be rid of injury. I am the Last Praetorian, Marcus Hostilius Regulus, and as a WATCHman, I can beat anyone who offers a challenge. He has his gladius strapped to his side, spear in hand, and his shield on his left arm. The young cohort will look over his opponent, trying to gauge her strengths and weaknesses.

Thariza, for the record, looks like this:

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She's hefting a heavy, flanged mace in one hand and has a battered old shield with a gear painting on the other. She appears heavy set, strong and hardy, but not very quick.

"Alright, then, step into the ring. We fight until one of yields, through whatever means we have available."

[Aric Kale]

Thariza, for the record, looks like this:

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She's hefting a heavy, flanged mace in one hand and has a battered old shield with a gear painting on the other. She appears heavy set, strong and hardy, but not very quick.

"Alright, then, step into the ring. We fight until one of yields, through whatever means we have available."

That's quite the figure.
Marcus will start by bowing, before raising his large, sturdy shield to cover his torso and midsection. Those terms sound agreeable. Would you prefer that I abstain from using magic? He asks the question as he takes a step towards her, the tip of his spear glowing fiercely. He is surprisingly agile when fighting solo, but years of training in a regiment has given him a preference for standing his ground and sharing blows.

[Morty]

[Arena I]

"You use your magic, I'll use mine," Thariza says, as she raises her shield and swings her mace back and forth, with her arm slightly raised. Indeed, her weapon and shield begin to slightly glow with a blue light.

[FireFox]

[Command Tent]

Sam and Hector make their way here. The redheaded soldier grins when she sees Wenomir, but hangs back to wait for him to finish talking to the youths.