The Next Emperor Proving Grounds
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				Title: <strong>The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 09:37:33</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The Tournament</span></strong></span><br><br>1.) All Weapons are to be dulled, there is no need or reason to endanger the lives of the Empire's finest men<br>2.) When a man goes limp you are to cease attacking<br>3.) When a man calls quits you are to cease attacking<br>4.) Fights will go on until a winner is decided<br>5.) IF you are disqualified and your opponent hasn't been murdered your opponent advances<br>6.) Fights will consist of mono e mono, only two men at a time.<br>7.) If you fail to show up to the ring within ten minutes of your designated time you will forfeit your match<br>8.) If you are caught and convicted of sabotaging any opponents at any time you will be disqualified your current opponent will advance. Should this take place after the conclusion then the runner up will instead be crowned champion. <br>9.) If you are arrested at any time you will automatically be disqualified<br><br>(http://i938.photobucket.com/albums/ad229/nbmeno/Sevilla/DSC02232.jpg)<br>(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/Thetournament_zpse5985661.jpg)<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Capital City of Latania</span></strong></span><br>(http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk59/Untamed_skies/Map_zps3e001879.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 10:41:13</strong>
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				(http://i470.photobucket.com/albums/rr67/ItsHenryYay/Avatar%20RP/Sun_jian.jpg)<br>After all the commotion, all the long travels, all the bitter trash talk and squabbles the time had finally come. The start of the events that would decide the next Emperor was about to commence and standing in the center of the proving grounds as excited eyes looked on from all sides stood none of then the Emperor himself gazing out into the crowd as they eagerly awaited the start of this grand trial he had put together before them. "<strong>My people I implore you to look upon these fights not as mere acts as savagery brought on to amuse you</strong>," he called out, "<strong>not as a simple competition of barbarians proving who is strong enough or who has the bigger stick too swing</strong>," he said raising his hand in the air pausing just long enough take a breath before continuing. "<strong>This is a interview, a chance for these men who are putting their bodies through hell to prove not just to the nobles or the churches but the people as well</strong>," he said. "<strong>For these men fight for more then a hand in marriage, they fight for approval...Approval offered by the church, by the nobles, and by the people themselves, only when they have earned your praise and your thanks shall they be allowed to ascend to the throne and take on my place in the days to come," </strong>he said. "Make no mistake the blood about to be left on this ground, the very sweat that falls from their brows, is sweat for my dear people," he said. "By the word of Emperor Edward Hellatious I hereby deem this tournament to begin," he said. Stepping off and away from the fighting grounds before he would be replaced by the official judge. <br><br>"You've all waited eagerly for weeks as this platform was built for these men to battle, and so we will waste no more of your time," said the judge as he would take hold of a scroll showing the brackets of the tournament which had already been posted. "The men who drew the number one and number two seeds shall step forward today," he called out. "Kirxu Layrinth and Erik Helmers Step Forward," he cried out with his excitement growing as he spoke. This would official mark the start of the Grand Tournament, and the first step towards the Imperial Throne. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 00:52:05</strong>
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				Character: Kirxu Layrinth of the Concord<br>Location: the arena<br>Players nearby:??<br>Time: Noon<br><br>Kirxu stepped forward selecting a light dagger and a long sword.&nbsp; He would examine the edges with his fingers, one could never be too careful.&nbsp; Satisfied that the edges were dulled and that he couldn't cause lasting damage, he stepped forward onto the pitch.&nbsp; He crossed the blades and set them down kneeling to pick up some sand.&nbsp; He rubbed has hands together to improve his grip.&nbsp; Even the marked fingerless gloves only aided so much.&nbsp; A smirk spread across his lips.&nbsp; He looked across the sandbox at his new play mate.&nbsp; Erik had selected a large two handed weapon.&nbsp; With a twirl of the blades and a flourish of the sword, he pointed the long sword toward his opponent.&nbsp; The brutish 6'8" man wielded the sword one handed, which while impressive was largely a waste of energy.&nbsp; Kirxu tapped his metal braces together and readied himself for the fun.<br><br>"You are a little man,"&nbsp; Erik Snarled through his teeth, "it will bring me great pleasure to crush you."<br>Kirxu had anticipated as much, with muscles that big a blunt instrument was as hazardous as any blade.&nbsp; If he wasn't careful he could literally lose his head.<br>Kirxu and Erik Helmers both looked over at the judge.<br>The official rose from his chair and cleared his throat, "Combatants ready? BEGIN!"<br>Kirxu's eyes snapped back to his opponent but he kept his body turned aside.<br>Erik roared and tore down the pitch towards his seemingly meek opponent.&nbsp; The blade raised to his right and oncoming quickly.&nbsp; He swung forward in an attempt to end the fight quickly.<br>Kirxu ducked down and rolled past his thundering opponent.&nbsp; with speed and a little luck he had all but vanished from before the barbaric opponent.&nbsp; Kirxu swung with the long sword. Landing the flat of his blade on the flat of the man's back, with a wet slap.&nbsp; <br>As Kirxu spun away from the predictable backslash Erik had expected the movement and kicked the flat of his blade outward allowing him to alter the direction of the blade suddenly.&nbsp; The blade arced in the air towards the deft dodger.<br>Kirxu was astonished at this movement as it required amazing precision, however he had trained against surprises and as he lowered his stance he hooked his dagger on the edge of the cleaving blade and shoved it upward away from himself.&nbsp; It was a slight change in direction and allowed the blade to pass harmlessly over his head.<br>Erik's eyes widened in surprise, but he kept the momentum of the sword rolling and brought it up and over his head for a downward swing.<br>The rogue knew he could finish this.&nbsp; As the blade came down he stepped to his side and fell towards Erik.&nbsp; This rendered the large sword worthless.&nbsp; He then rolled around and struck decisively at the back of the man's skull.<br>The sudden pressure to the spinal column made Erik gurgle as his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, unconscious.<br>Kirxu set the weapons aside and looked to the official of the tournament.&nbsp; He awaited Judgement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 01:42:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br>&nbsp; Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Time: Day 1 Noon<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Open<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>As the start of the games was about to commence Cedric moved to the front of the crowd, taking a seat in one of the spots designated specifically for participants for the tournament. He had Liam to take care of their property over at the Bucking Bronco while he elected to scout the competition. Afterall there was no better way to prepare for the days ahead then to get an idea of how they fight. There wasn't much time wasted as the first event took place and it didn't take all that long to finish either. "I must admit I was expecting a bit more then that," he voiced turning his eyes to his bodyguard Gregory. "I must admit I expected more from the final ballot of fighters," he said, the sound of disappointment evident in his voice. It seemed to him that if they had taken it upon themselves to lower the entrants to 128 that the those 128 could and would represent the overall strength of the Empire. Now it appeared it would consist of either the extremely powerful or the extremely wealthy. Of course it was also possible that those wealthy could hire extremely powerful warriors in their stead, so the fact that a warrior had gone down so soundly was surprising. Perhaps he had given too much credit to his opponents. <br><br>"<strong>Do you wish to leave my lord,</strong>" Asked his bodyguard Gregory.<br><br>Cedric was wave his hand dismissively, "perhaps the rogue simply got lucky with his first opponent let's sit back and watch a couple more matches and see if we'll be able to accurately evaluate our competition," he said sounding bored. He'd turn his eyes to those who elected to watch in the games today themselves. "It doesn't need to be just this battle in which we need to scout," he said his eyes turning to see if there were any others actually scouting the competition. "A strong warrior is hardly the only threat we'll face, with any luck we'll find find a man who sharpens his mind before his blade," he stated his voice dropping just a bit. "For it's a sharp mind that ultimately will win the crown of Emperor," he explained to his longtime bodyguard. He'd turn his eyes forward to watch the next match.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 05:15:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/lily_collins_hot.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Ellya Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><br>Ellya winced and averted her gaze as Kirxu rendered his opponent unconscious.&nbsp; A slight nod sent a man dressed in a white doctor's smock to check on the combatant.&nbsp; The elegant princess than turned her attention to her adviser, an elderly man reputed to have been a great swordsman and tactician in his prime, now reduced by a crippled back and painful joints to educating the peace loving princess on the finer points of battle.<br><br><strong>"Strength of arm is not the only factor in a battle.&nbsp; Sometimes the more agile man can win.&nbsp; Especially a man who can predict his opponent's moves."</strong><br><br>Ellya nodded, that seemed straight forward.&nbsp; Logical enough to not need an adviser to tell her the obvious.&nbsp; She smiled politely though and thanked him for his knowledge before she turned to a woman closer to her own age and dressed in finery befit a lady in waiting.<br><br><strong>"A noble of the Larynth Concord, my Lady.&nbsp; He is their only delegate.&nbsp; My sources tell me he gained great honor during their land's conflicts with bandits.&nbsp; It is also said that the lady's are quite taken with him."</strong><br><br>Ellya's smile wrinkled slightly.&nbsp; She could always rely on Tabitha to toss in a bit of gossip.&nbsp; <strong>"Find out more about our young noble.&nbsp; If you think he is worthy invite him to meet with me in the Grand Library.&nbsp; We shall see if his mind is as quick as his feet."</strong>&nbsp; Ellya's lady bowed her head and took her leave.<br><br>The game's had begun.&nbsp; They were not of Ellya's choosing or to her taste.&nbsp; She would've preferred a sharing of ideas and knowledge over this barbaric tournament her father had orchestrated.&nbsp; &nbsp; Though she would never put voice to such a preference.&nbsp; She was a daughter of the Emperor and thus her opinion mattered only so finely as to place support behind a single champion.&nbsp; Those were the rules her father had laid out.&nbsp; The rules that would decide her future and the future of the empire.&nbsp; As miniscule as her opinion may seem, she was determined to make it as weighty as possible.&nbsp; She would know as much as she could about any single man before she lent her support, though she couldn't say the same for her sisters.<br><br>A gentle breeze, created by the large palm fans, filled the box and helped dispel the day's heat.&nbsp; Ellya had dressed with the weather in mind.&nbsp; Her dress, made of silk so that it could breath, left her shoulders and upper back bare and revealed a modest and appropriate amount of cleavage.&nbsp; Goose-egg sized sapphires and diamonds decorated the silver tiara which held her golden brown hair into a loose braid which fell just past her shoulders.&nbsp; Star shaped earrings with marble sized gems matching that of her headdress framed her royal visage while a simply, elegant pendant dipped between her breasts.<br><br>The third daughter of the Emperor's second wife was well known within the city and the surrounding counties.&nbsp; Her charities had earned her the reputation of being generous and kind.&nbsp; While her work as a healer had endeared her to both soldier and peasant.&nbsp; The sight of conflict and violence turned her stomach, yet she performed her duty unwaveringly.&nbsp; She would watch a dozen more bouts before retiring to the palace for the rest of the day.&nbsp; Those few men who caught her eye and had the proper upbringing would receive an invitation to a chaperoned meeting with the princess in a public venue.&nbsp; Few, if any, who were low-born received any such invitation.&nbsp; The tournament was young, after all, and it would take much more than a single victory by such an individual to gain an audience with Ellya Hellatius
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 11:24:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/fantasyprincessdark_zps1aaba496.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Avelyn Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ellya, Open <br><br>Avelyn frowned with some disappointment from her position on the walkway as she watched the large man felled by the smaller one. It completely dashed her theories of the win favouring the biggest and ugliest of the lot, making it that much more difficult to pick a champion from the long list of warriors her father had decided to entertain. She promptly made a mental note to take more time to familiarise herself with the concept and patterns of one-on-one combat. It was a chore she could see as becoming necessary, if just a bit tedious, as if being forced to choose a husband based on his capacity to viciously beat down opponents wasn’t bad enough.<br><br>With the exhibition complete, at least for the time being, Avelyn proceeded down the walkway towards her initial destination. She soon came upon the Princess’ box where a knowing smile crossed her lips as she spotted the personal guard by the entrance. With a wave of her hand, Avelyn dismissed her retainers excluding her lady-in-waiting and her own guard before stepping confidently into the booth. Her guard in the meantime diligently took up a position beside the one already present.<br><br>The princess was currently dressed in a raven-black corset, its velvet surface hugging close to her slender waist while the cups enhanced her already generous charms. A long silken dress of pure white spilled forth from the bottom and over the soft curve of her hips, with a thigh-high slit exposing her toned leg to the warm air. On her feet she wore a pair of black high heels with a strap which wound its way decoratively around her calf.&nbsp; For jewellery the princess wore her tiara, earrings, a bracelet and a necklace. The tiara was fashioned of white-gold while shaped to resemble the gentle weave of vines, with the forehead dominated by a rich emerald. On each ear, she wore a simple if elegantly carved tear-drop diamond. Finally, her necklace and bracelet were almost a combination of the last two as they held a number of tiny emeralds separated by similarly sized diamonds, with the twin jewel of her tiara hanging from the very tip of her necklace just above her cleavage.<br><br>Avelyn had entered just as Ellya was nodding to the doctor on the field, an act which brought a smirk to her lips. She allowed the younger woman a moment to engage with her retainers before finally piping in, her tone melodic while carrying just the faintest bite of jealousy. <strong>“Delegating our charity now, are we sweet sister? By gossip alone I would have expected a leap from the balcony, at the very least, rather than a casual nod to the nearby doctor.”</strong> Such exaggerated gossip on the famed kindness of Ellya had appeared to increase since the beginning of the competition, to the point where the older woman felt like grinding her teeth in frustration. <br><br>While Avelyn would never admit it, she saw the young woman as the only true threat in the competition. Ellya was in every sense considered to be the perfect princess. She was young, beautiful, and intelligent, not to mention adored by the people and generally held up high as a shining example of charm and compassion. On the other hand, Avelyn’s own reputation was marred with far muddier gossip thanks to her history of indifference. She had dutifully done her part as a princess, entertaining guests, playing the diplomat, running imperial errands and even caring for wounded soldiers but never with the energy or attentiveness that Ellya had displayed. This had given her a cold air in the eyes of peasants and nobles alike, one which she was adamant to warm over the coming weeks.<br><br>The smirk soon left her lips as she greeted Ellya with a polite nod and practiced smile before taking the seat to the younger woman’s right, where she proceeded to shift uncomfortably before sending her lady off to fetch some wine. It felt odd to the once-aloof princess, approaching a family member with some motivation or intent. She had almost never done so in the past, unless bored or forced to, and yet just now she had gone so far as to seek Ellya out. When the lady returned she thanked her before delicately taking the golden goblet between her fingertips and leaning back into the luxurious chair. As she took a small sip from her cup, Avelyn’s gaze fell thoughtfully upon the field, only it did not appear as if she were noticing it all. She simply went quiet as she considered how to approach the request which had been niggling at the back of her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 17:04:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br>&nbsp; Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Time: Day 1 Noon<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Open<br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br><br>It wasn't long before the doctor removed the fallen warrior and the princesses settled in that the second match&nbsp; would just be started as two other young warriors stepped forward to do battle. For the second match in a row Cedric found himself unimpressed, this time it wouldn't be for the length of the match but simply the overall skill being displayed. It appeared that January was a noble that was either unable to secure a fighter or too bold to do so, and his opponent didn't understand that armor weighed you down. For the majority of the match it truly looked like a child trying to cut open a steel door with a dagger. All the blows landed by January simply bounced off the armor of Geddie, who was so weighed down by such armor that he couldn't manage to land a blow on the other. Eventually it seemed January's wits caught up with him as he circled around the giant tin can and dove at the back of the man's knee driving Geddie into the ground. The finish was entertaining if nothing less as Geddie was too weighed down by his armor and the weight of another man to move, while January sat on top of him pounding the top of Geddie's helmet with Geddie's own shield to try and render his opponent unconscious. It was about five minutes of that before the judge stepped in and declared Geddie unable to fight back and therefore January would advance.<br><br>"And this is considered to be a competition of honor," he said turning his eyes to his bodyguard. "It looks more to me like a bunch of boys are trying to pretend to be men," he sighed shaking his head wearily. Of course there were bound to be threats in the tournament but where Cedric had been planning to encounter a entourage of wolves and snakes, so far he'd found kittens and puppies. He'd find his eyes turning to his left where the royal box would be. There were two princesses here as far as he could tell, their father above them in the box no doubt entertained by the shenanigans of the fighters so far. He had made sure to do is research, but knowing of and the character of someone, and the description of their appearance didn't quite compensate for actually looking at them. One was young, looking as if she had only just fully come onto being a woman, so that likely made her either Ellya or Jacquelyn. The other sister who had walked to the younger one was older with deep auburn hair. Which didn't fully mark her for any one of the numerous daughters that existed but he was fairly certain her personal guard and her lady in waiting would mark her as Princess Avelyn. <br><br>There had been a few "heroes" that had tried to approach them and had been promptly turned away with suggested that part of this challenge in the first place would be getting their attention. Simply walking up to them would be foolhardy in such a environment and even should you be so charming to get past the guards how simple is too sway a woman's heart surrounded by so much protection? He'd find scribbling down a note, taking time and being careful to make sure it was clear and legible, after all he wanted them to be able to read his writing. Then he'd catch a courier making his way back up to the stands and would stop them. "Excuse me sir," he'd call out catching the young man's attention. "Do you know which princesses are in the box right now," he asked the young man.<br><br>"<strong>Yes sir, they are Princess Avelyn and Princess Ellya,"</strong> the young man remarked in a very humble tone. "<strong>Is there something you need with them,</strong>" he asked.<br><br>Cedric would nod his head, "you as a matter of fact I would ask you deliver a message for me, I'm not so bold as to believe I may simply walk up and expect a audience with those so much higher then myself," he'd state handing the courier the letter and some gold for the fare. That was of course enough to get the young man to do what he wished and he would settle himself back down to see if his letter garnered some interest. This would do a few things for him, the most obvious of course getting a audience with a princess, but it'd also allow him to judge how his reputation rested in the capital if his name was recognized, and it'd also allow him to measure assuming his audience was accepted just how cerebral the princesses were. A good opportunity to "feel out" his tasks ahead of him.<br><br>The letter wrote, <em>Forgive my boldness however I found myself wondering if Your Royal Highness has ever witnessed a battle before, and understands the mechanics that go into such a thing. If you were interested I might explain how to measure a man and see true skill beyond muscle or armor. If such a proposition interests you, send the courier back to me and I would be honored to introduce myself properly. If not I sincerely apologize for bothering you, and hope to meet you properly soon.<br><br>Sincerely<br>Cedric Valda Duke of Galdoa</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 19:20:58</strong>
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				<strong>Character:</strong> Henrik Raubriter<br><strong>&nbsp; Location:</strong> Proving Grounds stands<br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Time:</strong> Day 1 Noon<br><strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tagging:</strong> Open<br><br>Cedric was not the only would be competitor that was busily watching his opponents, and studying their moves. Down below him, along the very bottommost rows, was a man who was wearing a rather nice, but strictly utilitarian black cloak made of fine dyed leather.&nbsp; Though Henrik found it ostentatious, he had decided a small amount of such might suit him best in other matters; besides that, it was actually quite comfortable. <br><br>For the most part, Henrik's look was one of great distance, as if entirely unaffected by the cheering and jeering of the crowd, and the fury of battle in the ring. He was well aware of all that happened around him, but, he simply remained beyond it, in some ways.<br><br>He was, much like Cedric, somewhat... disappointed in the quality of the fighters so far. However, he reasoned, with over a hundred competitors, it stood to reason that their would be some dregs; and in the first few days, they would be decanted off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>09-01-2013, 22:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Kir.jpg)</div>Character: Kirxu Layrinth<br>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>Time: Day 1 Noon<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>After the Match had adjourned he had gone to his tent and changed into a more regal attire fitting a noble of the concord.&nbsp; The white long sleeve shirt showed a bit of his athletic chest while looking proper.&nbsp; Over this hung a loose Deep blue leather vest with the Sigil of Layrinth on the back in silver and black.&nbsp; His leggings were loose and light.&nbsp; He had two daggers and a Brown leather pouch hanging from his belt.&nbsp; He had washed up and with his runed gloves he sauntered back arena side just in time to catch the fight.&nbsp; He laughed at their antics and watched the two men disgrace themselves for the enjoyment of the crowd.&nbsp; The smaller man must not have noticed the bow on the top of the rack.&nbsp; His dodgey movements and his stance were like a book to Kir.&nbsp; He watched the little man making absolutely no sense as he finally figured out how to go around and assail the unfortunate armored man's back.<br><br>A hand clasped Kir's shoulder, "Well it seems we have finally caught up to you."<br>Kir smirked and looked back at his oldest friend and mentor, "Hanir, Glad you could make it, you old stick in the mud!"<br>"Well, brat I would have been here sooner if you hadn't wasted an hour of time meandering the forest to lose me," He retorted, "I also brought Gowel with me."<br>Gowel stepped from behind Hanir and waved silently.<br>"Well, well that is good news,&nbsp; How would you like to have some fun Gowel?" To which Gowel's face lit up, "Good on you, Gow, I'll give you some gold, by enough food and have it delivered to the cracked teapot,&nbsp; request that the cooks are given the evening off and do your thing, sound good."<br>Gowel nodded and was given a small bag of gold.&nbsp; He tore off down the street excited to cook on Kir's budget, Kir always lavished and often gave it to those of lesser station because everyone deserves good food now and again.<br>"Your form was sloppy out there," Hanir said, "He could have gotten you had he been any brighter."<br>"You know, your right," Kir replied, then with a laugh, "but he wasn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 05:03:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/lily_collins_hot.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Ellya Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avelyn, Cedric, open<br><br>A soft yet genuine smile touched Ellya's delicate features as her half-sister joined her and an equally gentle laugh echoed from her lips.&nbsp; <strong>"I believe that same gossip would likely have me float like a feather to the ground after such a leap, as well, dear sister,"</strong> she jested before turning slightly more serious.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm glad you are here.&nbsp; The people should see us standing united in support of the Emperor on this day.&nbsp; With luck they will see it as an omen for a prosperous future for themselves and the empire."</strong><br><br>Ellya's smile didn't falter as she returned the gracious nod to Avelyn.&nbsp; Ellya held no resentment toward her half-sister.&nbsp; Not anymore.&nbsp; Once, when she was much younger she had desired little else than Avelyn's affection much less her attention, but Ellya had been a child when Avelyn was blooming into a woman.&nbsp; Ellya had been in pigtails when Avelyn had the duties and responsibilities of her station pressed upon her.&nbsp; It had taken maturity and experience for Ellya to realize Avelyn's indifference was to be expected.&nbsp; Ellya doubted that she would have been able to do much differently than Avelyn had had their positions been switched.&nbsp; No, there was nothing but respect and affection in Ellya's heart for Avelyn.&nbsp; Things may've been different if she had been closer to Avelyn's age or, perhaps, if they had shared the same mother.&nbsp; Though the world would truly be different if ifs and maybes had been, at least, that's what Ellya's governess had always claimed.<br><br><strong>"I hope the day is finding you in good spirits, Avelyn.&nbsp; Did you happen to see any of our siblings arriving?"</strong>&nbsp; She asked before listening curious to Avelyn's reply.<br><br>A moment later, Ellya sipped her own wine and felt guilty for not being quick enough to offer some to her sister before Avelyn had dispatched her lady.&nbsp; She had always found the peculiarities of her family taxing.&nbsp; She'd been given her own household since before she could walk.&nbsp; Her father had been as much a figment of her imagination and story from a children's tale as he was flesh and bone.&nbsp; She'd been raised, like all of her sisters, by a governess, her maids, and her tutors.&nbsp; She had seen her father upon holidays, feasts, special events, and whenever he fancied to lay eyes upon her, which was never as often as she had desired.&nbsp; In turn she was to entertain him, by reciting a poem she had recently memorized, performing a melody flawlessly, or dancing gracefully.&nbsp; Failure on her part resulted in the dismissal of a beloved caregiver or simply the knowledge that she had disappointed her father the Emperor.&nbsp; It was little wonder that some of her sisters were more stranger than relative.&nbsp; While others, like Avelyn, the circumstances of life had simply kept them apart.&nbsp; Jacquelyn was the only sibling Ellya felt truly close to and even then the impish princess made Ellya wonder, at times, how genuine that relationship was.<br><br>A courier, dressed in pale olive livery, drew Ellya out of her contemplation.&nbsp; She'd done her best to ignore the second match.&nbsp; Even her untrained eye had dismissed the combatants as men without skill.&nbsp; She lost complete interest when the crowd began to laugh and jeer the pair and she'd continued to devote her attention to anywhere but the center of the ring when the sound clanking pots and pans echoed through the stadium.<br><br>She glanced at Avelyn, gathered her half-sister's attention, and then indicated the courier before beckoning him forward with a simple wave of her hand.&nbsp; The man did little to hide his nerves though his voice did not waver when he read the letter to the pair of princesses.<br><br><em>Forgive my boldness however I found myself wondering if Your Royal Highnesses have ever witnessed a battle before, and understand the mechanics that go into such a thing. If you were interested I might explain how to measure a man and see true skill beyond muscle or armor. If such a proposition interests you, send the courier back to me and I would be honored to introduce myself properly. If not I sincerely apologize for bothering you, and hope to meet you properly soon.<br><br>Sincerely<br>Cedric Valda Duke of Galdoa</em><br><br>Ellya held up a single finger to hold the man where he was before she turned to Avelyn with a questioning look.<br><br><strong>"What is your desire, sister?&nbsp; Shall we allow the Duke of Galdoa to join us?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 01:59:12</strong>
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				Character: Erwin von Ritter and Lothar von Koertig<br>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>Time: Day 1 Noon<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br>"Well" grumped Lothar, "That was impressive."<br><br>Both he and Erwin were sitting in the stands, close enough to the royal box, that they could be seen plainly from it and were dressed in the similar manner. Sleeveless surcoat, red for the Lion of the North and black of his guard's commander, with rampant gold lion in the middle of the chest, over a red tunic with black woolen braies, stockings and heavy leather boots. Each had a longsword belted around their waist, over the surcoat. Just by looking at them, you could easily tell them apart from any other of the two hundred knights or men-at-arms, who had ridden south with them, all of whom wore red tunics and white surcoats with rampant golden lion, in the middle of the chest. Just like how you could have told them apart from the squires and pages that followed as unofficial members of the Lion Company, was their age and the fact those who hadn't won their spurs, wore white tunics, instead of red.<br><br>The two men, the company, with pages, squires, cooks, armors and a number of nobles with retainers, had ridden into the city less the an week ago. A party of ten of them, had taken rooms at the The Knight's Shield, while the rest of the company had disperse to find rooms in the inns and taverns of the city. Almost at once, their men had started telling stories of the campaigns in the north, of battle and skirmish. Tales of raids by barbaric mountain tribesmen and their cruel allies, the horsemen of Great Steppe, from beyond the Border Mountains. <br><br>"Impressively stupid" continued Lothar, "They must breed 'em that way here in the south. Never even seen one those those brutes from the tribes act like such a lout."<br><br>"Maybe he paid his way in" said Erwin, dismissively and shrugged, "Or maybe I'll be lucky and half of the comparators will be that stupid."<br><br>The two of them started to laugh, loud enough to be heard by those in the princess's box. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 04:56:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/600full-emmanuelle-beartsmaller.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacquelyn Hellatious <br><strong>Location:</strong> Approaching the Proving Grounds<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Reynik, Open<br><br>Jacquelyn listened to Reynik's response and story.&nbsp; Perhaps in a way he was right, but that was if one was knit-picky.&nbsp; Did people not reside in the land as well, and were they not a part of him home?&nbsp; Jacquelyn looked to him, but she did not see any sign of condescension, if anything he was embarrassed.&nbsp; Was that a blush she saw on his cheeks?&nbsp; Perhaps she would not find this particular knight detestable.&nbsp; He did not seem as pompous and cheeky as she feared.<br>Jacquelyn's foul mood evaporated and she let out a small but mirthful laugh. <strong>"Yes, I do enjoy stories of adventure and heroes, but I also know that one's territory shapes the hearts and minds of its inhabitants."</strong> <br>She could barely correct him any further, for the story of courtship in his land was very intriguing.&nbsp; She almost felt sorry that they were almost to their destination.<br><br><strong>"Building grand homes for a promise of a good life,"</strong> Jacquelyn said, <strong>"That is quite clever!&nbsp; Has a man been able to build a house as grand as a castle? "</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>12-01-2013, 18:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/fantasyprincessdark_zps1aaba496.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Avelyn Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ellya, Cedric, Open <br><br><hr><br><em>“Curse you dear sister and that infectious charm of yours,”</em> the older woman bitterly thought as she repressed a candid chuckle over the quick retort, unwilling to allow herself to be lulled by that sweet temperament. Had she paid more attention to her, Avelyn might have befriended the adorable pig-tailed girl from years past. Now however, it was too late, that child had grown into a competent young woman and the two found themselves on opposite sides in a daring game for the future of the throne. At the mere thought of it and the mention of “omens”, she couldn’t help but offer her own perspective.<br><br><strong>“If the people can find prosperity in such a boorish mockery of a coronation,”</strong> Avelyn began with a gracious sweep of her hand, highlighting the surrounding arena, <strong>“Then I find it’s my own faith and not theirs which concerns me most.”</strong> She sipped cautiously from her goblet, her gaze never wavering from the arena as she answered her sibling’s well-meaning words. <strong>“Otherwise, the day finds me well, although I’ve yet to see any sign of our siblings. Unfortunate, as I had been hoping to bump into Vera.”</strong> She didn’t bother to ask on Ellya’s own day, a question she found to be redundant considering the younger woman seemed to float atop a cloud of perpetual bliss.<br><br>Instead Avelyn watched the fight below, cringing almost visibly at the sight as the crowd jeered over the two combatants. January was much like a rat, desperately trying to claw open an iron jar to reach the meaty fat within; a display which served to disgust the princess further than she thought possible. Thankfully, she was soon drawn from the scene by Ellya as her attention was brought to the waiting courier. With just a little curiosity, she turned to listen to the message, only to feel a mix of amusement and appreciation as she found her sister courteously allowing her own input.<br><br><em>“The throne, of course,”</em> Avelyn was tempted to reply in response to Ellya’s prod on her “desires”, only to hold her tongue at the last moment. She couldn’t see that going over well, even with one so forgiving. Instead, the older woman treated the message like any other, with a hint of contempt.<br><br><strong>“Why not, I’ve always fancied meeting a bandit-lord,”</strong> Avelyn remarked with an amused smirk, recalling the duke’s controversial past, only for her lips to shift to a more thoughtful frown as she continued, <strong>“Strangely enough, I once might have found such a man… <em>compelling</em>.”</strong> The princess had heard the tales when she was younger, of a teacher born into humble beginnings only to be forced into the grip of command and war; driven by the need to avenge his family and secure his lands. <strong>“<em>Luckily</em>, father was quick to dispel such naïve whimsy.”</strong> <br><br>Avelyn ended her brief reminisce with an ambiguous sigh, choosing not to elaborate on the end. The emperor had been much more attentive back then, when he had fewer daughters of age. As if on cue, the princess turned to regard the messenger with a dark glare - her lips tightening as she wordlessly questioned his lingering presence. The quivering man promptly gulped before offering a light bow and stammering, <strong>“With your permission, I will be off then, to let the honourable duke know that your highnesses would welcome his presence.”</strong> Once the courier had left, Avelyn rested her head back on the seat, allowing herself another light sip of the rosy red wine as her gaze shifted back to the arena. The fight had fortunately finished by then, leaving the princess to wonder what had kept the judge waiting so long before ending it. <br><br>At the sound of a bark of laughter, Avelyn was momentarily drawn to the sight of two men in a small sea of red, white and gold. This prompted her to lightly tug on the sleeve of her lady-in-waiting before asking, <strong>“Annette, who are those gentlemen?”</strong> Having caught the laugh herself, the servant seemed hesitant to reply, <strong>“I- I’m unsure which is which but one would be Erwin von Ritter, the Lion of the North, famed for battling bandits and rebels alike, while the other is his friend, Lothar von Koertig, commander of his personal guard. They’re both imperial knights, sworn to your father’s service.”</strong> Avelyn frowned at the poor answer but chose not to admonish the lady... for now.<br><br><strong>“More prospective emperors, no doubt,”</strong> she muttered out loud before turning her gaze back to the arena as they prepared for the next fight. <strong>“Have you had the pleasure of meeting any yourself, sister, or will the duke be your first?”</strong> There was, of course, the chance that Cedric had no lofty aspirations and was simply being polite in his offer but Avelyn highly doubted it…
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 13:46:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Reynik "Dark Fang"<br><strong>Location:</strong> arriving at the proving grounds<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Princess Jaquelyn, Open<br><br><br>"We did have a king once, back before we became part of the empire, he was named king only because he spent ten years building his home" he chuckled "it was a grand sight but it got burned to the ground when we fought the empire" he gave her an appologetic look then "that was all before my time though, back when your fathers father was still a boy"<br><br>They had arrived by then and he watched amused as more servents began to approach "it seems that i wont have much more time with you your highness, but i hope you will see fit to watch me fight tomorrow" <br><br>Upon leaving the princess the young warrior ventured into the thrall of soldiers watching the fights, several turned and began whispering as they recognized either his thick black wolf skin cloak or the two blades on his hips forged from the metal that had fallen from the stars "it seems i'm well known even in the capital" he mused to the two men that had been with him all day. Both of them grinned "you don't think as highly of your own deeds as your men my lord" one replied, so they had spread it? he chuckled "i guess not, anyway it shouldn't effect my standing in the tournament i hope" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 18:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br>&nbsp; Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Time: Day 1 Noon<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Aveylin, Ellya, open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>To Cedric's great delight the courier returned and let him know he was invited to have a seat with the two princesses. He'd nod and raise from his seat turning to his bodyguard. "I don't believe I have any need to fear a daggers blade just yet, keep my seat warm," he said rising and moving up through the stands towards the princesses. He didn't believe his presence would be allowed to linger too long so soon. He believed just as he with himself they were curious of a man they might be tied with for the rest of their lives, and that required a certain understanding of such a man. Or in his case the woman. He'd move with a kind of presence that showed if no one else did he saw himself as someone who deserved and in return demanded respect. Arms folded behind his back while he moved, his head held straight ahead, just as he had taught his students so long ago. There was a art to making a lasting impression, and it was one he hoped could exceed in when he wasn't dealing with incompetent kings and rebellious nobles. <br>&nbsp;<br><br>As he approached the box he would be stopped and the guards would check for any weapons. Cedcric would hold his arms out patiently and allow them to search his person. He hadn't brought his blade with him with the expectations no one would act so early on, not while the guard was still tense with the expectations of a sour lord doing something foolish. When they were done he'd proceed the rest of the way towards the either of the princesses. He'd bow in a humble fashion before rising with a dashing smile, "good afternoon your Highness Avelyn I presume," he asked first letting his eyes lock on Avelyn's own before he'd turn his head and bow once more offering the smile to Ellya, "and good afternoon your highness to Princess Ellya," he said hoping beyond hope that his guesses were spot on. If he guessed wrong it would be the quickest way to spot a fool and possibly offend one of them. However if he guessed right it showed that he might be clever and beyond that he had been doing his homework one both of them, and likely their sisters. The game he was playing was the oldest one, offer a friendly face, discuss things in a friendly matter, but it was nothing more then simply breaking the ice. Getting a feel for the future, planning the next step, and who might be the ripest for the picking. The fact that it appeared he had gotten there before any other lord meant he had a chance to leave a strong impression where and force others to play up to his level. "I am Cedric Valda," he introduced himself.<br><br>He'd find his arms folding as he regarded them, "should I also presume that the invitation was to explain how to scout the lords fighting, or simply a chance to scout myself," he asked. Again he was looking to get a feel for them, were these ladies true to the reputation? One so noble and so fair that not a dark or selfish thought existed in her mind? The other a less flattering reputation but clever he had heard more then a couple of times. Were they simply gossip, or was there more substance to either of them. The other clue he left them of course with suggesting they were scouting him, meant he was actually scouting the princesses himself. He was hoping to see that little spark in one of their eyes, the small clue that showed they were simply playing his game back with him. If nothing less this would be a wonderful opportunity to simply enjoy a good conversation. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 05:56:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/600full-emmanuelle-beartsmaller.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacquelyn Hellatious <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Proving Grounds<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Reynik, Aveylin, Ellya, Cedric, open<br><br>Jacquelyn sighed as they reached their destination, <strong>"Yes, after today I must try extra hard to be here on time tomorrow."</strong> She said drearily before she and Reynik parted ways.<br>After dismounting, a guard took her pony away and Jacquelyn and her entourage made their way up to the royal boxes.&nbsp; <br>Not wanting to face her father after being so late, Jacquelyn instructed Rose to deliver Reylik's scroll to her father.&nbsp; She also made sure that Rose would not disclose the fact that she had just arrived.<br><br>Entering the Princess' box, Jacquelyn was surprised to see a man she had never seen before standing before her sisters.&nbsp; She wasn't too pleased by this and made no effort to give him a proper greeting.<br><strong>"Who is this?"</strong> Jacquelyn asked, shamelessly studying the man, refusing to relax and sit down until she identified this stranger.&nbsp; Her question was not hostile, but it wasn't welcoming either, her typical tone when dealing with people of status and power.<br>The man looked powerful, and his presence was impressive, but that wasn't going to be enough to win her over.&nbsp; Especially if this man was a potential suitor for her sisters, Ellya especially.&nbsp; Jacquelyn tried not to make it so obvious, but she idolised her elder sister and respected her a great deal.&nbsp; Ellya was one of the only few people Jacquelyn truly listened to.&nbsp; <br>Jacquelyn was not gifted with her sister's healing touch, but she would always try her best to support and aid her sister.<br><br>As for pretty Aveylin, Jacquelyn had more of a grudging respect for the eldest.&nbsp; Jacquelyn always felt their relationship could have been better if Aveylin was more tolerant towards shenanigans. They both enjoyed the exotic and different, and they both craved excitement.&nbsp; However their relationship was always felt strained, especially since Jacquelyn had a predisposition for snatching a few of her eldest sister's exotic foods, which she only recently grew out of.&nbsp; The fact these foods were exotic were only a part of the reason she did it, it was really to get a rise out of Aveylin.&nbsp; If she could see her sister anything other than poised and proper made Jacquelyn feel as if they were closer, and their relationship more real.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 17:12:19</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Reynik "Dark Fang"<br><strong>Location:</strong> the proving grounds<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Open<br><br><br>Reynik watched with interest as the fights continued, it was a shame that he would not get to fight that day, he could already see three of the princesses present and despite his experiences in battle he could not lie that showing off to them was not on his mind, he was still at an age where glory and honor trumped rational thinking.<br><br>He clapped along with everyone else as another fight ended and looked around, many of the faces he saw were of normal soldiers and sell swords from across the empire and he was certain that most were participating in the tournament, he would need to beat them all if he was to win the glory.<br>He was unaware of the prize however, as far as he knew a large amount of gold and a title were the prize, had his general told him the truth the young knight may have even refused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 03:26:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Kir.jpg)</div>Character: Kirxu Layrinth<br>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>Time: Day 1 Noon<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>"Hanir, do you recognize anyone?" Kir asked suddenly, he looked around and saw a noble be seated next to the princesses. <em>good move kiddo!</em> he smiled inwardly and watched them converse a little.<br>"The lord seated with our fine ladies is none other then Cedric Valda, notably one of the most vicious people alive currently.&nbsp; It seems that he will be one hell of contender," Hanir began, "Next is Reynik, also called dark fang because of the strange weapons he wields.&nbsp; Last but not least you have Erwin Von Ritter, the Lion of the North.&nbsp; He is a valiant man, dutybound, a General i believe.<br>"Hm, we will see if the kitty can be tamed later, as for the rest of the competitors you don't see any of the big names?"<br>"No, Lord Kir, though you may wish to pay your respects to the lady Ellya, she is consider the people's herald, and she has much sway over the populace.&nbsp; Rumors say she would sooner be in rags then watch her people suffer."<br>"And the other two?"<br>"Lady Avelyn, is a huntress. She always seeks to challenge herself, but royalty has its flaws as well, or so the story goes.&nbsp; Though that has never seemed to stop you Kir.&nbsp; Lady Jacqulen is dubbed the Imp Princess, she peers into the hearts of others and uses that to get that which she wants.&nbsp; She has the possibility of being as dangerous as any of the armed men here."<br>"All of these gents seem pretty set in their ways though, most of them muscle bound and slowed by the gear they tote, I can use that to my advantage."<br>"And of your lighter opponents?"<br>The Young lord laid across the wall and looked over the crowds, "Well I'll just have to be clever won't I?"<br>The Layrinth Prince chuckled mischievously and continued to observe waiting for the next match and for the feast to follow that evening.&nbsp; Hopefully he could win over the crowd with his antics.&nbsp; With that he could move for the princesses as they chanted his names from the stands.<br>"Hey, how about in introduction from you the next bout? I was hoping you would through in some of that artistic skill of yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>azzmeister89</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 00:15:10</strong>
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				Name: Reynik "Dark Fang"<br>Location: the proving grounds<br>Time: Day 1, Noon<br>Tagged: Open <br><br>Reynik smirked as another fight ended, the looser leaving with a injured shoulder "i think i have seen enough for today, you two head back to the army, you have done your duty now, just make sure you send me word of where our next orders are" the two men bowed and one of them handed over a large traveling pack<br>"by your orders sir" they left the young soldier then and he began moving back towards his horse, ignoring the men who watched or recognized him.<br><br>upon reaching his horse he climbed on quickly, chuckling as he saw that his general had seen fit to leave him with more weapons then his dark fangs, a bow was placed in the pack along with three quivers of arrows "smart man" he muttered before using just his knee's he began directing his horse towards the area he had been told contained the inns. Reaching to the back of his belt he pulled out a small handmaid flute, he smiled at the object, made for him by his sister before he left to be a soldier. Slowly the street by the proving ground became filled with the sound of his tribes music as he let his horse move at a relaxed pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AribethAmkiir</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 11:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/lily_collins_hot.png)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Ellya Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Avelyn, Cedric, Jacquelyn, open<br><br><em>The people care about the crown only when it sends their sons to war, fails to act when their crops wither under the sun, and when taxes are raised so high they lose the roofs over their heads.&nbsp; Otherwise, give them a hero, a champion, a man who can claim he was the better than a hundred others and won the hand of a princess.&nbsp; Where you see a farce, dear sister, they see grandeur,</em> Ellya thought but refrained from speaking her mind.&nbsp; Instead she simply smiled thinly and nodded with understanding.<br><br>Ellya listened as Avelyn spoke about Duke Cedric.&nbsp; At least the Duke was a person Ellya didn't need someone else to tell her about.&nbsp; She couldn't say that she condoned the abrupt treatment of the courier, but it was a trivial thing to argue with her half-sister over.<br><br><strong>"The Duke will be the first,"</strong> Ellya conceded.&nbsp; It was a small admission, something Avelyn might believe to be a weakness she could exploit, or a way to measure herself against Ellya.&nbsp; Ellya felt no need to inform her half-sister of how she planned to approach the "mockery of a coronation".<br><br>Ellya caught her first glimpse of Cedric when the imperial guards at the entrance of their box searched him for arms.&nbsp; While she didn't allow her gaze to linger she saw that he was young and held the bearing of a man who was used to being followed.&nbsp; She dipped her head slightly, yet courteously to his bow, and smiled pleasantly.&nbsp; It didn't pass her notice that his initial greeting was to Avelyn, the older sister, born of the emperor's first wife.&nbsp; It was a wise yet traditional move, something expected, and nothing Ellya took offense to.<br><br><strong>"Good afternoon, Duke Valda, thank you for joining us."</strong> Ellya replied her tone regal and gentle.&nbsp; A thin brow raised, but that was the only non-verbal response Ellya gave to the Duke's presumption that they were scouting him.&nbsp; It was true that she wanted to learn about the best of the crop of warriors, generals, and lords and to make her own decision upon the possible future emperors.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"I will admit freely that I know nothing about combat and if my lord is willing to instruct I shall do my best to listen."</strong>&nbsp; It wasn't exactly what he had asked, but it was easy enough to assume Ellya had mistaken his meaning.<br><br>Before the Duke could respond Jacquelyn arrived.&nbsp; Ellya's smile widened visibly at the sight of her younger sister.&nbsp; The girl was incorrigible, impish, and obstinate but she had always held a special spot in Ellya's heart.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"May I present Duke Cedric Valda of Galdoa,"</strong> Ellya replied to her sister's impolite query.&nbsp; <strong>"My lord, the Princess Jacquelyn,"</strong> Ellya finished the introduction.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 22:35:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/fantasyprincessdark_zps1aaba496.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong> Avelyn Hellatius<br><strong>Location:</strong> Proving Grounds, Princess' Box<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ellya, Cedric, Jacquelyn, Open <br><br><hr><br><strong>"The Duke will be the first,"</strong> Ellya conceded. <strong>“Well then, let us consider this an opportunity to see what the contest has to offer,”</strong> Avelyn replied with a faint smile and respectful raise of her cup, a wordless toast as she heard the guards meet their visitor by the entrance. <br><br>Cedric was undeniably a handsome man with a strong figure and confident poise, a fact which almost reignited old fantasies for Avelyn as she finally put a face to all those tales from her younger years. Unfortunately for the duke, the princess wasn’t the sort to allow sentiments or appearances to colour her impressions, she needed someone capable not pretty. Still, this didn’t mean she couldn’t allow her eyes to linger.<br><br><strong>“Your grace,”</strong> Avelyn greeted with a cordial smile and graceful bow of her head, matching the duke’s gaze with one of cool authority. If Cedric was looking for a spark then he was looking in the wrong place, with the princess’s features only darkening at the mention of scouting. Like Ellya, Avelyn brushed the presumption aside as she responded, her tone gracious if not as gentle as her sister’s. <strong>“Surprisingly, the art of combat is a little more complex than I had first expected so I’d be grateful for any insight you could share, Duke Valda.”</strong> She was eager to see him put his expertise to the test, where she could decide if his words were more than bluster.<br><br>It was then that Jacquelyn made her entrance, prompting an amused half-smile from Avelyn as the youngest addressed Cedric with her usual candour. Jacquelyn had shown herself to be a rough diamond in Avelyn’s eyes, undoubtedly precious but so very, very, VERY… rough. An impression the eldest had gained after witnessing years of pranks and play, with only Ellya capable of reining the brat in. Throughout their lives Avelyn had treated the teenage princess with her typical style of indifference, showing neither love nor hate, but unlike the rest of the family the little imp had always made the act such a chore; either by absconding with her exotic treats or just being a general pain in the royal butt. It was mostly accepted that Jacquelyn was the least liked of the siblings by Avelyn, a notion which found little base in truth.<br><br>While she’d never admit it to anyone, the eldest held a certain fondness for Jacquelyn. She blamed the masochist in herself but she secretly enjoyed the energy which the young lady injected into the humdrum day-to-day proceedings, even if it meant sacrificing an exotic chocolate or two and having the servants hunt down the incorrigible princess. <br><br>She pretended to not notice the introduction as Ellya softened the blow of Jacquelyn’s abrasive entrance, choosing instead to send her lady-in-waiting off with whispered instructions before returning her attention to the duke. <strong>“Your grace, if I may,”</strong> she began, motioning elegantly to the seat beside her, <strong>“Please, sit and join us, the next fight should be starting soon and I'm sure we're all eager to hear your thoughts.”</strong> Annette soon arrived with a tray holding a pitcher of wine and goblet. The lady-in-waiting bowed respectfully as she offered the rosy beverage to Cedric while politely stating, <strong>“With my lady Avelyn’s compliments, your grace.”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 03:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb425/ylauzon/ChrisHemsworth.jpg)</div>Character: Cedric Valda<br>&nbsp; Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Time: Day 1 Noon<br>&nbsp; Tagging: Aveylin, Ellya, Jacquelyn,<br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>Cedric would turn and bow graciously to Jacquelyn, "It is a honor to meet you your highness," he said in the same pleasant voice he had been using. While the princesses didn't need to put their sweetest foot forward, for a suitor to be so callous as to be rude right out the back would no doubt mark him a fool for the remainder of the stay that would be no easy task to remove. "Measuring a fighter isn't much different then measuring your general man," he said as the next two contestants were called to the way. "There is much to be told through their posture, their movement, if there is any hint of nerves in them, how fiercely they stare down their competitor, how they might regard a larger opponent," he explained, "generally the best fighters have a more defined stance, don't waver, and keep themselves from becoming overwhelmed throughout the battle advantage or no," he said. "Of course there is no accounting for the size and mass of some men, every once and a while brute strength will overcome anything, but it's not as common as you might think," he added. "A fight is as much a chess game as anything else if you can exploit someone's size, or strength, unnerve them, pin them, make them play your game you'll have a much higher advantage towards the outcome," he finished as the next competitors would take their stances across from one another. <br><br><em>The next two contestants were Fernando Whitelaw (http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad278/Ghidorah/Suikoden%20V/gavaya01.png) who was known as the Barbarian General of the Eastern Marches who had won many key victories in expanding the empire's reach. As the name suggested he wasn't wearing much armor as he accepted two axes to wield in either hand. He had quite the beastly physique and appearance as he roared at the stands. Standing opposite of him was Matthew Durrah (http://i943.photobucket.com/albums/ad278/Ghidorah/Suikoden%20V/dinn01.png), who was of the noble Durrah house that rested in the capital city no less. There could not be a more obvious difference of classes, Matthew stood defined with a proper posture wielding a long katana that his household was known for. His armor was expertly crafted and etched in blues and oranges to further display his position.</em><br><br>"From their sizes and even backgrounds the edge would evidently lie with Fernando," Cedric said turning his eyes to either princess. "He has real war experience, he looks like he was raised by bears, and has a fairly wild attitude, all the makings of a intimidating and impressive warrior," he said. "To make the fight seem more lopsided Lord Durrah is half the man's size and frankly looks like a noble who has never even lifted a sword before," he added. "However that's simply appearance," Cedric explained letting them see what he saw. "If Matthew had no combat expertize his family could simply hire a champion in his stead, yet here stands the man and unlike our last noble he's not even blinking, by all rights he's tuning the world out, he isn't seeing a barbarian he see's a man, he doesn't hear the roar of the crowd he hears his own heart beat," Cedric explained as the fight started. <br><br><em>Like one might expect from such a barbarian Whitelaw wasted little time in charging towards Durrah. A wild swing would find the younger lord ducking before getting rolling to the side of another wild string this time vertical. Whitelaw would quickly extend his arms and spin looking to catch the smaller man in a surprise as he did so, however Durrah simply stepped back again avoiding the blow. Then as Whitelaw began to regain his footing Durrah would make his first attempt at a strike. Landing a solid blow on the side of Whitelaw, who would respond with a shout of anger and another wide slash. Which would allow enough time for Durrah to duck away again. Taking his stance once more, again not showing in indication of anything else in the world, focusing solely on the opponent in front of him. <br><br>White law again made the first move sharing at the noble throwing his hands behind him as he tried to barrel into the noble, who side stepped the shoulder, but would get caught in the gut as Whitelaw spun around and kicked him. Rolling back the noble would barely of time to stumble to the side as Whitelaw smashed his axes into the ground where the noble should have been. Whitelaw moved as if in a frenzy as he swung at the noble who was only able to move from place to place and try to regain his advantage. One slice at his head was ducked and as Whitelaw slashed at his knee's Durrah would jump avoiding the blow and bringing his own blade down on Whitelaw's shoulder before he'd spin away.</em><br><br>"As wild as Whitelaw seems to be there is a method to such madness," he said. "Obviously he has the advantage in strength but it's the savagery of his style that the true technique lies," he said. "It's a intimidation method, take the resolve of your opponent away, as you lose confidence and become more scared you'll find your blade has less impact, never let your opponent set his feet and with a blunted weapon you'll likely take minimal damage," he explained. "On the flip side however you leave yourself vulnerable if your opponent is smart enough, cool enough, and swift enough to land such blows as you've just seen," he added as Durrah landed his second hit. "Still the impact appears weak, Whitelaw is truly a monster," he stated. <br><br><em>Whitelaw would throw one of his axes at Durrah as he moved back glancing the nobles own shoulder and sending the noble tumbling backwards. The fight had grown close to the wall at this point as Whitelaw charged at Durrah. This time succeeding in hitting him with the shoulder and leveling the smaller warrior. Durrah would roll further avoiding attacks as Whitelaw tried once more to smash him, however the quick reflexes of Durrah saved him once more. As Durrah rose to his feet he'd find his back pressed against the wall as White law again charged at him looking to use the whole of his strength and smash Durrah into the wall. To the great surprise of Whitelaw, Durrah would move forward dropping law and sweeping his legs to cut out Whitelaw's feet. Instead of smashing the noble with his shoulder, the Barbarian General would fly face first into the concrete wall of the grounds. Sliding down slowly dazed. Wasting no time Durrah would follow jumping and tucking his legs towards his center before extending them with all his might and drop kicking the barbarian's head back into the wall. Fernando Whitelaw would fall to the ground unconscious due to the blow and likely with a nasty concision while Durrah would advance to the next round. </em><br><br>"Make no mistake if Whitelaw had landed any of his wild blows by anymore then a glance there is little down the noble would have been taken down completely," he explained. "Instead Durrah managed to keep his cool despite the blows landed and took advantage of take advantage of the environment and Whitelaw's own strength to take him down," he said. "In combat much like politics the cooler head has more of an advantage, and so long as you can manage to keep you it more times then not you'll prevail over the wilder one," he said turning his eyes back to the princesses. "Do you have any specific questions after watching the fight," he'd ask turning to the princesses. Curious to see if they noticed anything themselves that he might have missed. By all rights that was the third bigger fighter to be defeated by a smaller opponent but that was simply chance the fight progressed to the wall and Matthew managed to trip Fernando. If he had spun the other way and in the middle of the square there was a high chance the result would have been different. It was always hard to predict chance and the surprises it brought with it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CarnivorousBunny</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 05:22:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/600full-emmanuelle-beartsmaller.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jacquelyn Hellatious <br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering the Proving Grounds<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, Noon<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Aveylin, Ellya, Cedric, open<br><br>This Cedric fellow did seem shocked by her rudeness, which ruffled Jaquelyn's feathers a little more.&nbsp; &nbsp;There was no doubt her reputation proceeded her, and these men would be fools not to do their research.&nbsp; She listened to Cedric prattle on about the art of combat.&nbsp; She had heard many of the explanations he offered from the soldiers in the armoury.&nbsp; True, she had never heard anyone explain it so eloquently before, nor a true battle to accompany it, but she was in no mood to warm up to this man.&nbsp; Jacquelyn did little to hide her boredom and discomfort Cedric brought her.&nbsp; Her expression was cold and haughty, and she even considered taking the wine Avelyn had brought for him.&nbsp; Instead she decided to simply leave.&nbsp; There was no sense in embarrassing and angering her sisters at such a public event.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>The battle had only progressed halfway before Jacquelyn announced, <strong>"I am bored.&nbsp; I shall take my leave for now, my sisters.&nbsp; I suppose I shall see you both tonight."</strong> Jacquelyn only addressed Cedric briefly with a stony look, giving the man another quick sweep of the eyes before exiting the princess' box.&nbsp; <br><br>She, of course, lied.&nbsp; She was enjoying the battle very much, and leaving the princess box would mean she was not going to have her wonderful view anymore.&nbsp; Rose, who was now back from her errand, gave the princess her own stern look, which Jacquelyn knew was the ominous sign of a future scolding, but she simply shrugged it off.<br><strong>"Come, Rose.&nbsp; Let us look for another place where we may get a splendid view of the fights below."</strong>&nbsp; Perhaps she should go as close as she could to the ring.&nbsp; She looked over Rose's clothes and considered switching their garb.&nbsp; Now that was an idea, she thought as she and her escort wandered through the proving grounds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Next Emperor Proving Grounds</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pentagious666</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 10:19:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Kir.jpg)</div>Character: Kirxu Layrinth<br>Location: Proving Grounds stands<br>Time: Day 1 Noon<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>"Await me here, Hanir," Kirxu spoke with a slight smirk on his lips.&nbsp; He stepped away from his bodyguard and sifting through the crowd, even with his finery he was the unseen among the rabble. Kirxu forever favored his ability to seemingly vanish within&nbsp; crowd of people.&nbsp; He walked among the common folk have said they were his equals.&nbsp; Having grown bored, Kirxu, the mischievous prince was going to see how his servant's task was coming along.&nbsp; When he noticed a lovely form moving through the gathered.&nbsp; Surely enough it was the esteemed princess, Jacquelyn Hellatious, as such he slipped up to her.<br>"So my fair maiden, do you grow as tired of the dull trepidations of the 'mighty warriors' as I?" Kirxu smiled with confidence.<br>The fine lady before and was catch the eye she'd be easily be spotted amongst crowd, but he would make sure she had good company.<br>" if you wish it I am, Kirxu Layrinth, of the mystic Concord, humbly at your service," the rogue prince spoke in even tones, brimming with confidence. 
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