And thus, Chunji has also caught up! We were doing some DM solos due to the POV shift.
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I was actually gonna say that as of each of your next posts, I won't need to post rounds for a bit, so go nuts as long as the fight is available for public reading and spectator shenanigans!
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@Sifr
As the competitors entered into the arena on opposing sides, there was a measure of bleakness to the affair. For such a grand stadium, the silence was deafening, the spotlights bringing the only true measure of light in comparison to the dim glows that surrounded the spectator stands circling the outskirts. The janitor had just finished sweeping the arena right as they arrived, and slung his broom over his shoulder as he began walking away. He moved in the direction Ciara had emerged from, passing her by. He would look to her briefly while walking past her, and whisper, "Good luck," with a pat on the shoulder before continuing on his path out towards the exit. The smile he wore on his face was plastic as he hobbled into the unceremonious, shadowy hallway.
The arena itself began to mold as both competitors stepped upon it. In the middle was Raja herself, arms crossed, looking sternly at Ciara and Iraleth both as the grey slate beneath her shifted into vibrant greenery. Grass sprouted forth and overtook the entire floor of the arena, hurtling towards each fighter until the entirety of both sides was covered in fresh vegetation. The principal would nod at this, seemingly relieved, as if she wasn't sure it would work. "Still ironing out the kinks," she would mutter, then chop the air downwards with her hand. Directly down the middle of the arena, the grass would char away, leaving a small dividing line of scorched earth across.
"On either side of this dividing line, you may position yourselves to your own preference. This isn't like the capital's skirmish tournaments where we force you to start far away, but we aren't going to ask you both to touch noses either. Each side of the arena you're on will encompass twenty meters of range, but you may not venture beyond this middle line before the match has begun."
Looking once more to each side, Raja would put her hands on her hips and sigh. "This will be a fight until surrender, unconsciousness for a span of more than three seconds, or death. Having reviewed the context behind this duel, I would encourage each of you to try to avoid the last. If a killing blow is attempted after one of the other two win conditions have already been met, an official will step in to prevent it."
Raja would begin to walk away from the arena, leaving towards Iraleth's side. As she did so, she would remark, "Say your last words to each other, if any, within the next ten seconds. After that, the arena will become covered in greenery, and the forming of the wall around the arena will signal the start."
The principal would walk by Iraleth without so much as a glance, a scowl clear on her face as she retreated into the halls of the Iris Record, elsewhere.
After Ciara and Iraleth had exchanged words, or even a lack thereof, the entire arena would become overrun with trees, bushes and various plant life. It was dense enough to block line of sight between the two were they to start on opposite sides, though there was also a 6 meter radius clearing around the central dividing line, were they to both meet there without trickery. A solid yet clear wall of energy would surround the arena and connect at the top to form a perfect cage for the two contestants - from this point on, neither would leave without surrender or defeat.
IRIS RECORD, ARENA
As the competitors entered into the arena on opposing sides, there was a measure of bleakness to the affair. For such a grand stadium, the silence was deafening, the spotlights bringing the only true measure of light in comparison to the dim glows that surrounded the spectator stands circling the outskirts. The janitor had just finished sweeping the arena right as they arrived, and slung his broom over his shoulder as he began walking away. He moved in the direction Ciara had emerged from, passing her by. He would look to her briefly while walking past her, and whisper, "Good luck," with a pat on the shoulder before continuing on his path out towards the exit. The smile he wore on his face was plastic as he hobbled into the unceremonious, shadowy hallway.
The arena itself began to mold as both competitors stepped upon it. In the middle was Raja herself, arms crossed, looking sternly at Ciara and Iraleth both as the grey slate beneath her shifted into vibrant greenery. Grass sprouted forth and overtook the entire floor of the arena, hurtling towards each fighter until the entirety of both sides was covered in fresh vegetation. The principal would nod at this, seemingly relieved, as if she wasn't sure it would work. "Still ironing out the kinks," she would mutter, then chop the air downwards with her hand. Directly down the middle of the arena, the grass would char away, leaving a small dividing line of scorched earth across.
"On either side of this dividing line, you may position yourselves to your own preference. This isn't like the capital's skirmish tournaments where we force you to start far away, but we aren't going to ask you both to touch noses either. Each side of the arena you're on will encompass twenty meters of range, but you may not venture beyond this middle line before the match has begun."
Looking once more to each side, Raja would put her hands on her hips and sigh. "This will be a fight until surrender, unconsciousness for a span of more than three seconds, or death. Having reviewed the context behind this duel, I would encourage each of you to try to avoid the last. If a killing blow is attempted after one of the other two win conditions have already been met, an official will step in to prevent it."
Raja would begin to walk away from the arena, leaving towards Iraleth's side. As she did so, she would remark, "Say your last words to each other, if any, within the next ten seconds. After that, the arena will become covered in greenery, and the forming of the wall around the arena will signal the start."
The principal would walk by Iraleth without so much as a glance, a scowl clear on her face as she retreated into the halls of the Iris Record, elsewhere.
After Ciara and Iraleth had exchanged words, or even a lack thereof, the entire arena would become overrun with trees, bushes and various plant life. It was dense enough to block line of sight between the two were they to start on opposite sides, though there was also a 6 meter radius clearing around the central dividing line, were they to both meet there without trickery. A solid yet clear wall of energy would surround the arena and connect at the top to form a perfect cage for the two contestants - from this point on, neither would leave without surrender or defeat.
Alright! Next round tomorrow.
And done! Weirdly satisfying when an important post gets the top of a new page.
@Estylwen@Psyker Landshark@ERode@Sifr
IRIS RECORD
As the sun slowly retreated over the hills, tension filled the air around the campus. It wasn't known to the common rabble within the halls of the academy or the streets of the town, but a breaking point between opposites was to be reached tonight. A declaration that couldn't be revoked, an oath to the safety of the people, or simply personal grudges from two who had gotten along so poorly in such a short bracket of time? Regardless of the reasons of those who now resolved themselves to this battle, there was no fleeing from it. A cool wind blew through the plains around Wingram, bringing relief from a long and warm March day, and with it, the sobering chill of bloodshed for those who knew what was to happen.
As the clock struck 5:45 PM, the participants and any who wished to view the duel would be allowed entry in single file through the doors of the Iris Record. The two guards at the front would each bear tense faces, concerned that a dispute between students had already escalated to the extent that the arena would be required. Despite these reservations, they allowed the competitors through all the same, guided towards waiting rooms by Principal Raja herself; while a separate individual would guide the spectators to their seating around the arena. These spectators would be the first to see the arena itself, which was for its part, a rather unremarkable grey square roughly forty meters in length and width. Spotlights beamed on it from above, and a brown-cloaked man was near its center, sweeping away dust with his broom in the final minutes before the confrontation. Among the seated spectators was Valen Leuvalt, who leaned back in a corner chair - a few of his entourage on either side of him muttering amongst themselves. He looked down at the arena with disdain plain as day on his face, with the slightest glimmer, perhaps, of curiosity intermingled. Various guards also wandered and hovered near the entrances, keeping their eyes out for spectators not normally allowed entrance to this place, all in the hopes of preventing them from wandering anywhere unrelated to the arena itself.
The waiting rooms for the two competitors were separate small lounge areas on opposite sides of the arena that contained various refreshments of food and drink to enjoy with the ten minutes they were provided to prepare themselves. There was also a guard posted to each of their rooms just outside, to ensure they didn't wander into places unauthorized. Each of the two competitors, finally, would have been emailed a small poll with a single question, asking them if they preferred the company of calming woods or damp caverns in times of conflict.
All was set, and the competitors and spectators alike need only make their final preparations and await the beginning of Wingram's first duel.
Alright! Then I'll be posting the next round tomorrow, with a timeskip to the time of the duel.
Chunji's Ethos would still function well, as it'd seem enough time has passed since he used it last to where his brain has caught up from when his vision was used during attunement. He would be able to see a change in the flow of the leyline just under the ground near where the burn mark is, where it almost seems like a miniature leyline fountain has started to converge, swirling about. Though with each passing second, it's seeming to unravel, as if it were a tied knot coming undone, slowly back to its original self. There would also be a lingering mote of essence near the wall of the alley.
As for people, there would be people walking about the academy city outside the alleyway, down the main street, but nobody that would necessarily stand out to Chunji - certainly nobody that stands out immediately as suspicious.
As for people, there would be people walking about the academy city outside the alleyway, down the main street, but nobody that would necessarily stand out to Chunji - certainly nobody that stands out immediately as suspicious.
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