Ryougu

Re:Creators RP

@KoL
Should I proceed before you post, then? Might perhaps help you post.

Re:Creators RP

Hokkaido

@TheFake@Medjedovic
As Node and Rook started heading off, the clown smiled amusedly. Humans are all the same at the core, after all. I guess that's alright for now, though. Before letting them head off too far, the jester floated over. "I should probably mention something. The nearest town is a little ways north of here, though you'll probably want to head west if you're going to search your 'gods'. And finally; I am not the enemy. I hope you'll realize by the time we meet up again. Until then, goodbye darlings." The clown said, pointing in the appropriate directions as he mentioned them. Once he had given them his parting message, he put his hand on his chin, as if pondering, before bursting into confetti and disappearing completely. After that, it went silent, save for the soft sound of the confetti crackling out of existence as it hit the knee-height pack of snow.

Kyoto

@KoL@Hammerman
As Clara blocked the jester's passage after he'd traveled a mere 5 metres, he sighed, put his hand on her shoulder and teleported them so that there was at least 1 metre between everyone gathered in the field. He rubbed the bottom of his mask, before it turned its expression turned weary and the clown sighed again. "While I appreciate the formality, since it's in good manners and whatnot, I'm a jester, not a mere clown." The jester's mask's features once more shifted, briefly looking bored before smiling wide.

"Anyway! You ask the right questions, sugar. Don't forget your buddy here, though. I brought you here as a pair so you could look after each other; so I won't be necessary to babysit you. Now as for the reason I brought you here... That's the million-yen question, isn't it? I brought you here because this society is rotten. I'd appreciate your help in 'fixing' it. Almost all of you have fought injustice at some point, but that was, unlike what one would be prone to believe, not exactly be by free will. I told you before you need not believe me, but try to keep an open mind."

With a shiver and a sorrowful glance, the joker once more sighed. "It seems I'm running out of time. There is a village just northeast of here" The jester pointed northeast. "There's a library there. See if you can get a computer and look yourselves up." The joker's body stiffened before bursting into confetti with one final sentence, "Try not to kill anyone~!"

Re:Creators RP

@DragonKingUK @KoL @The One @Medjedovic @TheFake
It's rather slow. You guys have any issues with the scene? When do you guys expect to be able to have a post up?

Lost Empires: Mythic Trading Card Game

@Dynamo Frokane
So, just confirming, I only added a picture as I am satisfied with the rest. But this is okay for the character?

Character

Appearance

Name: Ronald "Ronnie" Baudet
Age: 23
Profession: Photographer
Nationality: France

Personality:
Ronnie is a bold young man with passion in his heart. He often takes some risky actions just to get a better angle for his pictures. When he's disinterested however, he barely moves at all. And while he is usually a very social and peaceful person, he's not afraid to fight if he feels someone has seriously slighted him.

Interest In Trading Card Games:
Ronnie's best friend introduced him to card games when he was 12, he and his friend eventually made some new friends, a dedicated circle of card gamers. Since then he has played all kinds of card games, and he has become a notorious poker-player. When he heard of this game, he knew he simply had to try.

Bio:
Growing up, Ronnie was a dead-set average kid. Grades, looks, everything, dead average. There was one thing he always excelled at; photography. He had a knack for finding the best views, though in the beginning his pictures were rather blurry. As he grew older and got into card games, he once more found himself a dead-average player.

When he had become objectively superior to his old crew, he just couldn't seem to get better in his new crew. With a few all-nighters of mixed learning about several forms of strategy, tricks for photography and his college studies, he finally broke away from his losing streak. Since then he had a second dream. Not only did he wish to take the most beautiful picture there'd ever be, he also dedicated himself to dominating any card game he played.

Ring: Blue
Deck: Drowned Gallows
Ranking: F

Drowned Gallows

2x Jack's Cutlass

001 Jack's Cutlass

Name: Jack's Cutlass
Type: Weapon
Element: Earth
Effect: A Strong, reliable swinging weapon with moderate speed and good damage.
Flavor Text: Jack made sure that if he was going to be a pirate, all of his equipment had to look the part.

1x Mermaid

056 Mermaid

Name: Mermaid
Type: Support
Element: Neptune
Effect: The mermaid will spawn directly in the middle of the user and the opponent. If the player is able to make contact first, 15% health will be replenished. If she takes one attack from any enemy the card is discarded immediately. If there is a body of water the mermaid will slowly make her way towards it.
Flavor Text: Her beauty is well documented. Her type, is up for debate.

1x Scallywag

062 Scallywag

Name: Scallywag
Type: Support
Element: Neptune
Effect: A dumb pirate enforcer who attacks with his fists for blunt damage, good lifespan but not a particularly skilled fighter.
Flavor Text: "My hands are the only weapons that be used against me!"

2x Buckler

061 Buckler

Name: Bucklet
Type: Weapon
Element:Earth
Effect: A small but sturdy shield that provides some good protection against most conventional weapons, but rarely total protection. Can alternatively be used as weapon for a blunt sheild bash.
Flavor Text: Doubles as a plate for the more sophisticated ogres.

1x Sneaky Rouge

033 Sneaky Rogue

Name: Sneaky Rogue
Type: Support
Element: Neptune
Effect:A sly non attacking support that dashes at the opponent and attempts to pickpocket, if it manages to get close, the player will be able to to use the opponents next available weapon card for themselves, wether or not the steal is successful the Rogue will then be discarded.

Flavor Text: "If your opponent is using it, its probably worth having."

2x Crow Nester

059 Crow-Nester

Name: Crow-Nester
Type: Support
Element: Neptune
Effect:A giant crow that flies above the enemy and will attempt to drop a cannonball on its opponents head. Only has two cannonballs, and wil discard itself after dropping both. A large flying target, that moves fairly slowly but has decent toughness.
Flavor Text: Creatures like these are starting to force pirates to rename parts of the ship.

2x Spiked Knuckles

063 Spiked Knuckles

Name: Spiked Knuckles
Type: Weapon
Element: Earth
Effect: Quick blunt hand weapons that have the unique effect to hit twice as a punch combo.
Flavor Text: No need to keep your hands up if you can knock them out first.

1x Captain's Flail

070 Captain's Flail

Name: Captain's Flail
Type: Weapon
Element: Neptune
Effect: A very strong blunt weapon that is devastating to non armoured enemies. Also damages the user slightly.
Flavor Text: You wonder how he keeps these pirate scum in line.

1x TinkerBell

029 Tinkerbell

Name: Tinkerbell
Type: Support
Element: Venus
Effect:A small non attacking fairy which decreases gravity for your character giving you limited gliding and enhanced jumping abilities. Is a small target but has a short lifespan, and one hit with anything will destroy it.
Flavor Text: She is the biggest fan of one person, but has many fans herself.

1x Jack's Flintlock

026 Jack's Flintlock

Name: Jack's Flintlock
Type: Weapon
Element: Neptune
Effect: A powerful pistol that shoots through most armor, atmosphere conditions can effect the aim.
Flavor Text: Jack wonders if his purchase of the pistol was justified everytime he has to reload.

1x Rotten Stalker

002 Rotten Stalker

Name: Rotten Stalker
Type: Support
Element: Mars
Effect: A Slow dumb sentry type character who attacks with a blunt axe, not a very capable fighter but is slightly tougher than average when it comes to absorbing damage.
Flavor Text: Most of the undead stalkers were just as much a threat to humanity when they were still alive.

010 Davy Jones

Name: Davy Jones
Type: Summon
Element: Neptune
Effect: When summoned the great Davy Jones will call upon his phantom ship to fire a salvo of ghostly cannon fire at the enemy. The Cannons are innaccurate but devastatingly powerful, especially to large targets. Although they will have little to no effect on Holy/Angel type creatures regardless of element.

Flavor Text: Some legends create themselves.

BattleMage Profile: Blue

Name: Ranca The Scorned
Flavor Text: The Daughter of an Island priest who quickly decided she did not want to spend the rest of her life celibate and working in a temple. She studied many books that she stole from her fathers arcane library, but her self education in magic caused her to tap into the dark magic of the blue moon. She never chose to be a battlemage, but her abilites have wrote her destiny.
Rank Abilites
Rank F: The player can 'see' in perfect darkness.
Rank E: Enemy Magic Based Weapons become less Accurate
Rank D: ?????

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

(In collaboration with @Letter Bee)

It would be night where Evelyn was, and the young woman would receive a message on her laptop computer, saying:

One last war, then you never have to fight again. If you want answers, open your window. And that was that.

Reading the message, Evelyn was more than a little confused, and definitely suspicious about this message. She grabbed a pistol from a drawer and peered through the window, not yet opening it. Perhaps it was the veil of night, but there seemed to be nothing outside her window. She returned to the laptop and checked the message once more, it really had claimed she should open the window, though. After no more than a second of consideration, Evelyn walked up to the window and carfully opened the creaky old thing. Her motivation being a single, simple though; What's the harm in checking?

Entering through the window was a white raven, one which held a glossy note strapped to its left foot. Should Evelyn pick up the note, it would bear not a message, but a Coat of Arms* that, to Evelyn's magical senses, would glow with immense power. If she touched it, what would happen?

As the white raven came swooping in, it started Evelyn and she stumbled backwards. It took a moment for her to notice the piece of paper tied to the raven's leg. A little hestitantly, Evelyn put down the gun and slowly reached for the raven's leg. She was surprised to find it stay so calm, not many birds did that. After grabbing the paper, she sat down on her bed with an exhausted sigh, she'd found the white raven a little disturbing and getting so close to it was something she'd only done reluctantly. As soon as she saw the note, she decided to try to channel it's power, by doing so, placing her hand on the coat of arms.

A flash of light, and she would vanish, teleported by the spell contained in the note before her channeling could be finished.

Whitehall Palace - Best of Both Britains

Next Evelyn knew, she would be inside a wide, lavish, throne room decorated with silk and precious metals, with heavily-armed guards in modern special forces armor to each side. However, she would see that the 'main throne' of the room was of yet unoccupied, although there was a seat, carved out of blue stone, just below. On that lesser throne was seated a woman some years older than Evelyn, with red curly hair and bright grey, almost silver eyes. She was clad in a pure white gown interspersed with lace, pearls, diamonds and electrum**, along with boots of red velvet.

Facing the Magic-user, the lady would then say, "Evelyn Henye, recently come to the status of Keyblader, greetings. My name is Catherine Stuart, Princess of Wales and a Princess of Heart - those are seperate titles, future Queen Regnant of the United Kingdom of Great Britain, and soon to be the first Catholic to rule over an Anglican country due to the Act of Settlement from the original timeline being avoided. And as I said, I need your help, and after that comes a life of peace."

Perturbed by the change of surroundings, Evelyn was still taking in the sights as the queen started speaking. It's not the fact she was teleported that was so amazing to her, it was how the spell had been embedded into such a tiny piece of paper. At the mention of her name, Evelyn quickly turned to the one who had addressed her, who then introduced herself as queen... Of some inexistent nation, what madness.

Still, Evelyn tried to not shoot down the idea just yet. She ran over the information given to her a few more times in her head, before saying, "I've never heard of England before. Could you perhaps explain what exactly it is you need me for?"

"You're from another world; of course you wouldn't have," Catherine said. "Either way, I'm here to send you on a mission, a mission to save this entire Multiverse and ensure that my world has a role in the aftermath."

She then glowed brightly, and visions would fill Evelyn's mind, visions she instinctively realized were truth. These visions were of the Origin of the Multiverse and its split from the Original Timeline, the Rise and Fall of the Old Keyblade Order, and the current crisis involving the Seven Princesses of Heart and the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness.*3 Finally, when the visions were finished, Catherine would say, "Forgive me my disrespect in showing you so much, so soon, but times are pressing. Will you aid me, and win peace in the end?"

"What the..." Evelyn muttered, starting to develop a slight headache from the burst of information she'd just received. Her world suddenly felt small, which left her feeling rather uncomfortable. Still, ending war altogether was a necessity. "I'm not sure about fighting a war, but if it's possible to bring peace to everyone... I'll join your cause."

A nod from Princess Catherine, before she said, "very well, I will teleport you to within the depths of Space Station 13, where some...allies will make an apperance."

And with that, Evelyn would vanish once more.

"Hey wait a second, isn't that dange--" Evelyn had tried to raise an objection, but was too late as she found herself in a hall within the space station. "--rous?" A little frustrated when she noticed her new surroundings, Evelyn immediately started looking for a place to hide and wait for the allies that would supposedly appear. "I'm a medic, damn it, not a soldier..."

Notes

*en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Blason_Cha…
**en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electrum
*3 roleplayerguild.com/posts/3821548 , and roleplayerguild.com/posts/3821596

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Letter Bee
Well then, I'll jump in on cue when it's a good time.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

Evelyn

Name: Evelyn Heyne
Age: 26

Appearance:

Face:


Keyblade:
(I have no knowledge on keyblades, but I tried drawing one anyway. I will add it as soon as I figure out how to scan it.)

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Personality:
Evelyn is a kind and caring woman. She can very well keep her cool during intense or stressful situations, a trait necessary for performing surgery, and helpful in general. Evelyn considers magic a means to an end, rather than the sacred art most others from her world perceive it to be. The reason she decided she wanted to be a medic is relatively simple; she wanted to aid people. Evelyn has a bit habit of losing herself in certain situations, resulting in behavior that is otherwise very unlike her.

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Bio:
Evelyn was born a channeler; a mage who controls the flow of magical energy. Her doting parents took good care of her, until she was old enough to live on her own. Evelyn has received more than proper education while her parents raised her. After graduating high school, she studied medicine, looking to become a doctor or surgeon in order to save lifes. She passed the course with flying colors, but somehow couldn't get a job anywhere but in the military. Even today she does not know that this was orchestrated by some higher-ups.

Reluctantly, Evelyn joined the army. She was displeased with how healing people who hurt others, no matter their reason for doing so, but it was her job and thus she went through with it. After a few years in service, Evelyn started tinkering with some standard military spells. It took her a while, but eventually she developed her Sanctuary. Naturally, the military demanded she gave up the information on how she created the spell and how to cast it, but she refused and got dishonorably discharged.

Now between jobs, Evelyn returned to her parents' house, and lived in their care once more. The atmosphere was a lot less pleasant than before, as her parents did not understand why she would rather be unemployed than give up the details of her spell. Many nights were passed in awkward silence or loud bickering, but the occasional calm, pleasant nights kept Evelyn anchored.

One night, a heavy storm ravaged the countryside where Evelyn and her parents lived. While the storm wasn't too troublesome on its own, something approached under its cover. Perhaps it was luck that Evelyn had been discharged, for now she was present to defend her home from the intruders. As the mob came into view by a flash of lightning, Evelyn grabbed a pistol from her drawer and went outside. A mob was generally not a good thing around these parts.

After horribly failing to tell them off, Evelyn was charged by the mob. Firing warning shots didn't scare off the mob and even after shooting a few of the people in the mob they continued their charge. What happened after that... Is a mystery. When Evelyn woke up, she found herself on the plains in front of the house beside the odd keyblade, surrounded by craters and scorched ground. According to Evelyn's parents they'd heard at least 74 explosions while they were hiding as Evelyn had (apparently) told them to.

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Skills:
Sewing...?
Practiced on dummies and people, but more than viable for mending clothes, too. Very useful to have during/after surgery, or simply when there's a hole in your sock.

Not on my watch!
Being just that little more than a normal medic, Evelyn will go through hell to save good people. Combining her sanctuary with some more conventional medical skills, Evelyn is slowly but steadily saving lifes. (This means she has medical skills.)

The Key.
Evelyn makes for a decent marksman and fighter with her Gunkeyblade, and is only a little hestitant about using it. (And even then only against people.) She's not all that much into fighting, but a medic is little good if they get snatched away like some damsel in distress.

Channeling
A form of spellcasting which would be more appropriately described as mana redestribution. By touching a surface and concentrating, the caster can create a magical circle on the surface, set to trigger at will or once sufficient the surface is sufficiently pressured. The circle becomes proportionally bigger the more time is spent channeling mana into it, completed circles will remain in place for a set amount of time. Once it becomes bigger than the caster can handle they will lose control and the circle will activate or break.

Sanctuary
A circle that slightly reduces fatigue and damage taken, but it's primary function is to stabilize the wounds of those within it. It breaks when control is lost, immediately ending the effects.

Purgatory
A largy, fiery explosion. Grows stronger rapidly as size increases, after it grows big enough it will also create painful shockwaves. (As opposed to the normal, weak, not-so-painful shockwaves) The effect is more devastating the closer a target is to the center of the explosion. When control is lost, it will activate and hurt anyone nearby indiscriminately, even the caster.

Hand of God
Despite its name, the Hand of God is a rather low-key use of magic. It can push, bend, rotate or otherwise slightly manipulate structures and the mechanisms in them.

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World Sheet

Name: Erthris
Summary of History:
A timeline very similar to earth's save for two things; the witches survived the dark ages and the layout of the landmass is drastically different. Because it was still around, magic was eventually accepted into human culture, in most of its variants. In reality, though, people who can't use magic are common and fearful of those who can, leaving the world in an uneasy peace. Magic often exceeds the efficiency of bombs and guns, making mages a valued asset to the military, but to terrorists as well.

Due to a hybrid of magic and science, some places have technology far exceeding Earth's, but non-magical science is at the same stage. Global travel is fast and efficient due to magical science.

Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.):
Imperialus (The Dominion) - The capital of the world. The place to go for accomplishing members of society. It's a densely populated city-nation the size of Australia.

The Snake Pit - A small nation where only scroundels, criminals and terrorists would dare to go. Because it mainly houses bad people, it is in a state of constant war.

Overall Technology Level: modern with a pinch of magic.
Map:
May or may not add one.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

@Letter Bee
A little birdy told me there is an open spot and no healers ; )

Evelyn

Name: Evelyn Heyne
Age: 26

Appearance:

Face:


Keyblade:
(I have no knowledge on keyblades, but I tried drawing one anyway. I will add it as soon as I figure out how to scan it.)

---

Personality:
Evelyn is a kind and caring woman. She can very well keep her cool during intense or stressful situations, a trait necessary for performing surgery, and helpful in general. Evelyn considers magic a means to an end, rather than the sacred art most others from her world perceive it to be. The reason she decided she wanted to be a medic is relatively simple; she wanted to aid people. Evelyn has a bit habit of losing herself in certain situations, resulting in behavior that is otherwise very unlike her.

---

Bio:
Evelyn was born a channeler; a mage who controls the flow of magical energy. Her doting parents took good care of her, until she was old enough to live on her own. Evelyn has received more than proper education while her parents raised her. After graduating high school, she studied medicine, looking to become a doctor or surgeon in order to save lifes. She passed the course with flying colors, but somehow couldn't get a job anywhere but in the military. Even today she does not know that this was orchestrated by some higher-ups.

Reluctantly, Evelyn joined the army. She was displeased with how healing people who hurt others, no matter their reason for doing so, but it was her job and thus she went through with it. After a few years in service, Evelyn started tinkering with some standard military spells. It took her a while, but eventually she developed her Sanctuary. Naturally, the military demanded she gave up the information on how she created the spell and how to cast it, but she refused and got dishonorably discharged.

Now between jobs, Evelyn returned to her parents' house, and lived in their care once more. The atmosphere was a lot less pleasant than before, as her parents did not understand why she would rather be unemployed than give up the details of her spell. Many nights were passed in awkward silence or loud bickering, but the occasional calm, pleasant nights kept Evelyn anchored.

One night, a heavy storm ravaged the countryside where Evelyn and her parents lived. While the storm wasn't too troublesome on its own, something approached under its cover. Perhaps it was luck that Evelyn had been discharged, for now she was present to defend her home from the intruders. As the mob came into view by a flash of lightning, Evelyn grabbed a pistol from her drawer and went outside. A mob was generally not a good thing around these parts.

After horribly failing to tell them off, Evelyn was charged by the mob. Firing warning shots didn't scare off the mob and even after shooting a few of the people in the mob they continued their charge. What happened after that... Is a mystery. When Evelyn woke up, she found herself on the plains in front of the house beside the odd keyblade, surrounded by craters and scorched ground. According to Evelyn's parents they'd heard at least 74 explosions while they were hiding as Evelyn had (apparently) told them to.

---

Skills:
Sewing...?
Practiced on dummies and people, but more than viable for mending clothes, too. Very useful to have during/after surgery, or simply when there's a hole in your sock.

Not on my watch!
Being just that little more than a normal medic, Evelyn will go through hell to save good people. Combining her sanctuary with some more conventional medical skills, Evelyn is slowly but steadily saving lifes. (This means she has medical skills.)

The Key.
Evelyn makes for a decent marksman and fighter with her Gunkeyblade, and is only a little hestitant about using it. (And even then only against people.) She's not all that much into fighting, but a medic is little good if they get snatched away like some damsel in distress.

Channeling
A form of spellcasting which would be more appropriately described as mana redestribution. By touching a surface and concentrating, the caster can create a magical circle on the surface, set to trigger at will or once sufficient the surface is sufficiently pressured. The circle becomes proportionally bigger the more time is spent channeling mana into it, completed circles will remain in place for a set amount of time. Once it becomes bigger than the caster can handle they will lose control and the circle will activate or break.

Sanctuary
A circle that slightly reduces fatigue and damage taken, but it's primary function is to stabilize the wounds of those within it. It breaks when control is lost, immediately ending the effects.

Purgatory
A largy, fiery explosion. Grows stronger rapidly as size increases, after it grows big enough it will also create painful shockwaves. (As opposed to the normal, weak, not-so-painful shockwaves) The effect is more devastating the closer a target is to the center of the explosion. When control is lost, it will activate and hurt anyone nearby indiscriminately, even the caster.

Hand of God
Despite its name, the Hand of God is a rather low-key use of magic. It can push, bend, rotate or otherwise slightly manipulate structures and the mechanisms in them.

---

World Sheet

Name: Erthris
Summary of History:
A timeline very similar to earth's save for two things; the witches survived the dark ages and the layout of the landmass is drastically different. Because it was still around, magic was eventually accepted into human culture, in most of its variants. In reality, though, people who can't use magic are common and fearful of those who can, leaving the world in an uneasy peace. Magic often exceeds the efficiency of bombs and guns, making mages a valued asset to the military, but to terrorists as well.

Due to a hybrid of magic and science, some places have technology far exceeding Earth's, but non-magical science is at the same stage. Global travel is fast and efficient due to magical science.

Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.):
Imperialus (The Dominion) - The capital of the world. The place to go for accomplishing members of society. It's a densely populated city-nation the size of Australia.

The Snake Pit - A small nation where only scroundels, criminals and terrorists would dare to go. Because it mainly houses bad people, it is in a state of constant war.

Overall Technology Level: modern with a pinch of magic.
Map:
May or may not add one.

Re:Creators RP

@Dezuel@KoL
Right, right, break it up you two.

Since he still has twice your number of posts, let's assume he knows how this place works. The intention is nice, but unnecessary.

The Legend of Zelda: Whispering Storm [Chapter 1: Hylia]

Armostos, Gorn & Confliti

Hyrule Castle City

Tournament Grounds
Armostos vs. "Gornfliti"

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@Sho Minazuki @Spiffy @ProPro

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"Welcome back to the Block A semi-finals of this here tournament! Things are really heating up, we may see a heavy and destructive showing in this match as two Gorons have made it to this round! Presenting himself with a deadly combination of power and poise is Armostos! His strength may become the stuff of legends! You saw it here first folks! In the other corner we have someone no less a powerhouse himself, will anyone be able to figure out his mysterious skills!? With a shocking surprise he turns fights on their head! But will tricks be enough to stop the rock?!"

With his helmet already over his head, Armostos entered the ring, waving at cheering fans. His armor polished and repaired, he looked a little like he was wielding a mirror, rather than a sword. With slow steps into the ring, Armostos looked around, trying to find Zaruud in the crowd. When he spotted her, he lifted his helmet slightly, revealing his mouth, blew her a kiss and smiled. He was determined to win this battle and show off to her. He once more put on his helmet and gave a respectful nod to the statue of the goddess. "Please watch over me again, dear goddess." Only after all that had been done, he turned to his opponent (one of them, anyway). Looking at the Goron opposite him, Armostos said "I don't know if I can live up to my reputation, but let's make this another great and fair fight!"

Gorn walked into the arena after the break period. The large crowd cheered for them and their challenger, Armostos. The former SBC Merc. Gorn whispered to his friend,[color=orange]"I may recognize him, there are only so many goron's with his stature and armor. What's the plan this time?"[color] As they got closer the armored goron spoke and Gorn smiled in response,"This battle will be remembered regardless, friend." Gorn took his place and prepared himself.

Confliti entered the arena atop Gorn's shoulder, taking their opponent in. Another goron, and one that wore a very heavy set of armor. This guy was definitely beefy. The extra armor was good for conductivity, but unfortunately since gorons were more or less living rocks, that shot down his usual strategies. "Shocking won't be that effective, and he's probably seen us fight in both our rounds. The rito was ready, so he likely will be too. My suggestion? Get in close and put those fists to work. Just grapple, don't injure." He narrowed his eyes, looking for any kind of weakness he could exploit. The eyes were always a favorite, but that usually resulted in death or blindness. On monsters it's fantastic, but in a friendly tournament? Overboard.

The mystically conjured horn sounded the beginning of the bout.

Slowly, but ridiculously steadily, Armostos walked towards the middle of the ring. He opened his arms, and swaggered forward for the last few steps, his zweihander sticking out far beside him, yet carried as if it weighed no more than a toothpick. After his little swagger, Armostos slammed down his shield, making it stand like a tombstone beside him. He balled his (now free) left hand into a fist and punched the air in front of him. A sole finger rose up from the fist. Pointing at Gorn, Armostos grinned an invisible grin, then he spoke again, in a tone far more serious than before. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget, come at me."

Unlike what one might've expected from the slow giant who'd started every fight so far by simply walking up to his opponent, he stood still in the middle of the ring, striking an odd resemblance to a great oak near a forest spring. The stance might even have been considered a serene or tranquil sight, if it wasn't for the fact this was a fighting tournament, and that he was actively taunting his opponent.

It appeared that Gorn would be the one taking the fight to Armostos. He had most definitely seen some of their tricks and wasn't taking any unnecessary chances. Perhaps they could use his confidence and pride against him. After all, it did not seem likely that he would turn down a challenge. Gorn slowly lumbered forward with a glint of determination in his eyes. Then he unloosed his chain ball and dropped it to the ground with a loud thud. "Surely a Goron of your strength and prowess would not be opposed to a wrestling match," Gorn smiled pleasantly and continued,"Let's give the fans something to enjoy!"

Confliti licked his lips as he unsheathed his greatsword, keeping steady on Gorn's shoulder with one hand. As soon as the dup got within melee range, he'd take the opportunity to jump onto Armostos's armor!

As Gorn issued his challenge, Armostos couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. Wrestling, in an actual tourney? Perhaps we should do that later. For the moment, Armostos placed his hands by his side, pointing the huge sword forward. "I'll pass for now." was all he said before falling quiet. The rest of Armostos' stance had changed too, he wasn't standing at full height like before. Instead, his knees were bent slightly and he leaned over, ready and expecting to intercept an attack soon.

Gorn continued forward leaving his weapon behind. The crowd was most likely confused at the gesture and his expression changed to something of disappointment as he loudly replied so that everyone could hear,"That is unfortunate! I hadn't taken you for a coward before!" He raised his shield and steadily moved closed ntil he was two swords lengths from their opponent. He was prepared to respond to any movement or aggression.

Armostos meanwhile, stood still and laughed, his laugh thundering through the arena. "Trash talking won't do you any good, you're not the first to try! Besides, I do believe this was not a wrestling tournament, so you might want to pick up your weapon."

Meanwhile, Confliti scurried down from Gorn's shoulder to the top of his shield. Once they began trading blows, he shouldn't have any problems jumping to their opponent's sword, then getting up to Armostos himself.

The goron wasn't taking it. Perhaps he wasn't as reckless as Gorn originally thought. That, or he simply wanted to show off to the crowd. Gorn smiled at him, shield raised,"I won't be needing a weapon for this match. My friend has that part covered," He took a few more steps forward, but showed no signs of aggression..yet.

Armostos scoffed at Gorn's comment, dismissing it as arrogance. After all, there was no "friend" in sight, at least, not one that could help him in the ring. Perhaps he'd meant his right arm? People sometimes did that after all. Without worrying all that much about the aforementioned friend, Armostos waited for Gorn to close in, and little before he reached punching distance, Armostos charged, once again removing a hand from his blade--the right hand this time. He used the free hand to forcefully push aside the shield, looking to create an opening and bringing in the zweihander to fill said opening.

Armostos had actually reacted even better than Confliti had hoped for! Instead of just swinging with his sword, he actively tried to push aside Gorn's shield with his hand. That would save him the trip across a bridge of steel! The little minish took the opportunity to jump right onto the goron's hand and scurried upward along the armor. He intended to reach the neck, where armor would be thinner.

The force of Armostos' shove was powerful. Gorn was by no means weak, but this goron took strength to a new level. It took both his arms and body weight to hold his ground and maintain his defensive stance. Gorn kept one eye on his enormous sword. He did not want that thing making contact with him. The sword struck his shield and created an ear splitting noise of metal on stone. The ground shook all around them. Gorn's shield proved true as the sword glanced off the side.

After failing to hit Gorn with the strike, Armostos drew the Zweihander back with the same wide trajectory as the initial swing. At the end of this swing, Armostos let go, sending the sword flying and sticking in the ground several feet behind him. With his other hand still on the shield, Armostos closed in even further and swiftly sent a triplet of jabs directed at Gorn's face.

Confliti got lucky. The armored goron whipped his arm back for some jabs, allowing the little minish to take advantage of the momentum. He jumped up and let inertia carry him the rest of the way. Once he got up to the neck, he crumpled his face in annoyance. This guy had a metal collar latching his helmet to the body armor. Who does that? Annoyed but not dissuaded, he began looking for an alternate means of attack, but this guy was armored like a... Like one of those guardian things he saw a few thousand years ago. "By the Light Force, I will find a way to hurt you!" He scurried up to the face plate, grabbing hold of the eye opening, and cast his Conductive Charge spell, sending a stream of electricity through the metal armor on Armostos's face.

Gorn was surprised to see the goron toss aside his primary weapon after only attempting a single strike. The metal mountain tried to surprise the shield raising goron with some jabs to the face. Before his fist connected, Gorn managed to turn downward so that the strike hit his skull rather then his face. After the first strike Gorn managed to raise his shield and block the other attacks. Despite the protection of his very hard skull he felt slightly jarred.

While he'd been punching, Armostos had felt an odd tickle across his face. It was definitely annoying, but with the ordeals he'd been through already, and the inconductivity of his rock-hard skin, it wasn't exactly enough to be called pain, a sting at most. Zaruud's strike hurt way more. Armostos thought to himself as his fist hammered in on the shield. With the shield now raised, Armostos saw his chance and tried driving his knee into Gorn. A good hit to the guts should have some effect, at least.

Ah fiddlesticks, the charge didn't hurt as much as he'd hoped. Confliti knew that the stone-like bodies of the goron would be a bad fit for the attack, but had hoped that the conductivity of metal armor and the proximity to Armostos's eyes would mitigate that. Sadly it did not. With a sigh that transformed into a raging battle cry, the minish attempted what he had hoped he'd be able to avoid. He stabbed his sword through the eye slit he hung from. The tournament would have good healers, and after all, he was a minish. He was sure he'd be able to find something that could help the goron recover so long as he wasn't hurt too badly.

Armostos' knee came into contact with Gorn's body with quite a bit of force. Fortunately, his armor managed to take most of the blow. As he began to lurch forward slightly from the blow, he brought his shield straight down onto Armostos' knee with all force. It looked like Gorn got exactly what he wanted after all, a hand to hand all out brawl!

Armostos cursed loudly as he reflexively grabbed for his eye. He had no clue what the hell had happened, but something was off here. Armostos couldn't believe for one second that Gorn could both pierce eyes and smash knees at the same time, which was further reinforced as his hand hit something, something that shouldn't have been there since his vision had been unobstructed before. Armostos felt like throwing up as his hand motion accidentally drove the sword slightly deeper in. Now that he'd felt the invisible minish, Armostos tore him away from his face with a violent motion, but holding it tightly. Meanwhile, Gorn's blow to the knee had come at a really inconvenient time, forcing Armostos to one knee.

With a sharp battlecry, Armostos rose back to his feet and balled his fists. Whatever the squirmy thing in his hand was, it certainly wasn't magic, and it had just stabbed him in the eye. All the pieces currently available caused Armostos to conclude this Goron in front of him had cheated, for which Armostos was furious. He'd need some way to turn the tables back in his favor, though...

"WHAGH!" Confliti called out, his cry quickly muffled by the large semi-stone hand clenching around him. He held tightly to his sword, feeling it forced in a little more by the victim, accidentally of course, but he refused to leave his blade there. The minish greatsword pulled free from Armostos as Confliti was yanked from place.His body was being compressed greatly by the goron's superior size, knocking the wind from his lungs and blurring his vision, but he managed to spy something of note from the cracks between Armostos's fingers. The mighty goron went down on one knee, as Gorn recoiled his shield. Gorn had struck their opponent, and with a powerful, crippling blow as well! This infuriated the minish. It angered him far more than being crushed. They. Had. A. Plan!

Using his sword for leverage, Confliti opened up a little space between Armostos's fingers. Not enough to escape from under normal circumstances, but normal circumstances did not call for a use of his Lightning Rush spell. Supercharged with electric magic, the tiny invisible fairy-like creature shot forth from the goron's hand, free and into the air. He quickly switched out his sword for the leaf he kept as a paraglider, then called out to Gorn. "We're done here! I forfeit! The plan was that I fight the tournament and you defend yourself!"

Gorn looked incredulous as he yelled,"What?!! I was defending myself! And I even used a shield at that!" Gorn slowly lowered his shield, no longer in a combat stance replaced with a slouch of resignation. Trying to convince Confliti of something, after he had made up his mind, was like asking a goron to swim."Fine then! We forfeit the match."

And just like that, Gorn turned towards his fallen chainball and began lumbering over to it. The crowd was dumbfounded. Immediately after dropping a stone shield on his opponent's knee, he forfeited? What madness was this?! After arriving he picked it up by the handle and looked back at Armostos,"It looks like you were more skilled after all! Congratulations," he said with a grin. Gorn's demeanor changed from sullen to content and happy once more. Life was too short to worry about a bout like that. Though he wished he could have gotten his friend further along,"Next year then." He quietly muttered to himself.

Armostos was every bit as shocked as the crowd was, if not even more so. The invisible critter he'd had in his hand had popped up into the sky like a firework and right after that Gorn forfeited the match. The match had been "won", but it didn't sit right with Armostos, he was still pretty damn pissed. "What shit..." Armostos cursed to himself as he limped back to his own gear. He'd have loved to continue fighting Gorn one-on-one, but he doubted even he could win in his current state.

After picking up his zweihander, Armostos pointed it at Gorn on the other side of the ring, well out of Armostos' reach. "Gornfliti!" He shouted. "I'll kick your ass properly, one day." With that said, Armostos started carrying himself out of the ring, leaning on his zweihander to not fall to his knees as he slowly made his exit from the ring. He'd go see a healer first thing now, his knee'd be fine, eventually, but he wasn't willing to risk permanent damage to his eye due to negligence. Still, he'd need one hell of a healer for this one.

As Armostos began to leave the arena, he beheld a strange sight. A few very healthy looking rocks carried on a small bed of leaves crawled toward him on the ground. Confliti had found some healing food for the goron with a little minish blessing. So long as Armostos ate these stones, he'd find himself healed and rejuvinated.

As Armostos saw the rocks sliding towards him on a bunch of leaves, he wished it had been the weirdest thing he'd (barely) seen today, but with the battle he just had, this wasn't the case. A little dejected and confused, Armostos picked up one of the rocks and sniffed. Nothing seemed to be weird beside the way they were presented, so, curious as he was, Armostos decided to try one. It turned out to be one really tasty rock, and it made him feel a little fuzzy inside. After sheathing the zweihander and eating all of them on his way to the healers' post, Armostos already felt better, rocks truly were the best comfort food. Naturally he'd still go for a check-up, he'd need to be in top condition for the next fight.