The Tournament - The Third Tier (Closed)

[Zepren]

[HEADING=2]The Tournament [/HEADING]

5 years ago.
Three warriors stand alone surrounded by the corpses of multiple foes. Cyclops. A large, heavily armoured man pulls his claymore from one of the Cyclops skulls. As he does so, 3 shinning rings appear on the ground.
"Looks like it's time to go" He said coldly to the other two. Another warrior with a shield and longsword nodded.
"G-go on without me" Said the third, she was crouched over the body of one other their fallen comrads, weeping. The tears fell onto her fallen friend's forehead and ran down his face. It looked as though he was also in tears.
"Lucy, come on we need you." Said the warrior with the shield.
"I can't Ja'rod, you and Conachar have to go on" She said through her tears.
"But you'll..." Ja'rod went to move towards her but Conachar had stopped him by his arm.
"She knows, Come on brother, lets go." He said as he pulled Ja'rod towards the rings.
They stepped on them and were instantly teleported to the next tier. The crowd roared around them but they weren't the only roars to be heard. Two massive dragons stood in front of them.
"AND THE TWO REMAINING WARRIORS HAVE REACHED THE 6TH ROUND, CAN THEY DEFEAT THE DRAGONS?" Came a commentator's voice, ringing throughout the high ceilinged stadium.
Both of the dragons charged at the un-prepared Conachar, who's claymore was still on his back. Ja'rod pushed him out of the way then held up his shield to the dragon as it breathed a torrent of fire at him. Ja'rod screamed in pain behind the stream of fire. When the smoke cleared, only the outline of Ja'rod was visible, he had been turned into a figure of ash. The dragon then snorted and the ashes blew away.
"JA'ROD! NOOOOOOOOOOOO..." Yelled Conachar but it was cut short, the spiked tail of the other dragon had swung round and hit him square in the chest. It sent him hurtling through the stands and out a window behind the crowds, he then fell from the 6th tier of the Battle-Tower. He hit the water of the sea surrounding the tower hard.
"AND THOUGH GETTING FURTHER THEN ANYONE ELSE IN THE TOURNAMENT, BOTH FINAL CHALLENGERS ARE DEAD!" Boomed down the commentator's voice as Conachar pulled himself out of the water.

Present day.
After 5 years of being believed to be dead, the only survivor of the Battle-Tower has returned for more. He wants revenge. He needs a new team to defeat all 7 tiers and claim the treasure to be handed down to the winners.

Spoiler: Rules

1) Plot advancement to each tier is controlled by me.
2) No god-mode-ing and don't make yourself over-powered. If unsure, stick to basic sort of class types of warrior, mage, healer etc
3) No fallen angels, most other mythical races are fine
4) No two warriors on the team may have the same weapon.
5) No futuristic weapons ie no guns. This is medievally based.
6) My word is final
7) No controlling of anyone elses' character unless given specific permission. I hold the right to control anyone muwhahahahahaha

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name-

Race-

Appearance-

Weaponary/Abilities-

Backstory-

Spoiler: My Sheet

Name- Conachar

Race- Human

Appearance - Conachar is tall and well built. He wears a set of heavy armor which is a mix of metal and leather. He has mid-length dark hair and dark cold eyes. He wears a red cape with his family's emblem on his back along with a massive scabbard. A gold necklace with a ruby set in it dangles from his neck.

Weaponary/abilities - Conachar weilds a big claymore. He pocesses un-imaginable strength and resilience.

Backstory - See above

Spoiler: Accepted Characters

Poster - Character - Status
Zepren - Conachar - Alive
Sage42 - Saihe - Alive
Sky14kemea - Zior - Deceased
ExictedNuke - Grexec Wrawl - Deceased
DownpourLiar - Rodwen - Alive
FeralPhantom - Volkri Shanks - Alive
CounterAttack - Lukas Draq'dzega - Alive
Gorrister - Pilate D'Gass - Alive
WafflesAndBacon - Leon Minitona - Alive

Spoiler: The world of The Tournament

The Battle-Tower is located in a world called Otherworld. Otherworld is large planet, home to many races of people. The centre of other world is a lush landscape, dotted with oceans and lake, mountains and hill. On the outer edge lies a ring of barren wastes. These are known as the Outlands. Home to the outlanders.

The races of Otherworld are many. Each race populates it's own areas within otherworld. The races interact peacefully, travel between areas of different races is easy.

The towns and cities of Otherworld almost all have their own Collosseums. A few stand out from most, like the Battle-Tower. A Tournament of 7 Tiers of increasing difficulty. The Outlanders also have Tournaments, these aren't enter willfully, slaves caught by the Outlanders are forced to fight.

Within Othopolisa, the capital of otherworld located in it's very centre, lies one of the largest and hardest tournaments. A fight through dimensions takes place here. The ever changing battle field makes each round an amazing specticle. The Othopolisa Battle-Dome, like the Paxton Battle-Tower, has never been won. The grand prize never claimed. All who have entered, have died.

These Tournaments are each very dangerous. The rule of thumb in most is that if don't win, you die. Tournament veterans are rare. Unless it's on the elven circuit. They refuse to spill blood unncessarily

 

[Zepren]

Spoiler: A bumpa-lumpa walks by

No takers?

 

[Zepren]

Spoiler: Big Up My Peeps

Still no one?

 

[Shapsters]

Seriously, stop with the bumping. You bumped it twice in 4 hours, a bit much. People will be interested, just give it some time and bump it much less often because then you look amateur and impatient.

 

[Zepren]

Seriously, stop with the bumping. You bumped it twice in 4 hours, a bit much. People will be interested, just give it some time and bump it much less often because then you look amateur and impatient.

I am impatient lol im no amateur, you know that Froaddik

 

[sage42]

Spoiler

Name-Saihe

Race-Hatari

Appearance-Standing at 6'1", Saihe would be hard to see in a crowd, if it weren't for the fact that he was a wolf who walks and talks like a man. He has gray fur and golden eye's. He wears chain-mail armor, and carries a metal shield with his tribes symbol, a wolf head, on it.

Weaponary-Axe, Claws, and Fangs.

Abilities- Wolf like speed and agility, night vision

Backstory-Saihe left his tibe when he became a man among his people. (around 17) He has travled the world searching for riches and knowledge to bring back to his tribe. He has learned about the tournament and knows that if he can survive he could bring back both to his people.

Sure I'll join, sounds like fun.

 

[Shapsters]

Seriously, stop with the bumping. You bumped it twice in 4 hours, a bit much. People will be interested, just give it some time and bump it much less often because then you look amateur and impatient.

I am impatient lol im no amateur, you know that Froaddik

Haha, yes I am just giving tips to a new GM, you will get enough people, if not, find somewhere to advertise!

See! You already got someone to join!

 

[sky14kemea]

Whoaaaa, it's kinda like Mortal Kombat but not
[sub]Don't ask, I just woke up...[/sub]

Anyways, I'll get a sheet ready soon xD Sounds interesting.

Edit: Might need some help on the Backstory though, I'm not sure what to put :0

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: Zior
Race: Human
Appearance: Small and wiry, wears armour made mostly from leather and animal skin, with chainmail around the more vunerable places. Short black hair and green eyes.
Weaponary/Ability: Is able to cast magic, although specialises in manipulating fire. Although he can be clumsy, Zior also has incredible luck at times.
Backstory: Zior was abandoned as a baby in the slums, and raised by a small group of men, who would set children to fight each other and bet on the outcome. When Zior was old enough, he turned on the men who had raised him, and fled to another city. However with a competitive nature burned into him from childhood, he seeks to prove his strength any way he can.

[HEADING=2]You, yes you! There is backstory now! :0[/HEADING]

Still pretty short -w- I hope its okay.

 

[Zepren]

Spoiler

Name-Saihe

Race-Hatari

Appearance-Standing at 6'1", Saihe would be hard to see in a crowd, if it weren't for the fact that he was a wolf who walks and talks like a man. He has gray fur and golden eye's. He wears chain-mail armor, and carries a metal shield with his tribes symbol, a wolf head, on it.

Weaponary-Axe, Claws, and Fangs.

Abilities- Wolf like speed and agility, night vision

Backstory-Saihe left his tibe when he became a man among his people. (around 17) He has travled the world searching for rices and knowledge to bring back to his tribe. He has learned about the tournament and knows that if he can survive he could bring back both to his people.

Accepted, but check your spelling man "Searching for rices" may be cool if your opening a restaurant but a tournament? lol

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: Zior
Race: Human
Appearance: Small and wiry, wears armour made mostly from leather and animal skin, with chainmail around the more vunerable places. Short black hair and green eyes.
Weaponary/Ability: Is able to cast magic, although specialises in manipulating fire. Although he can be clumsy, Zior also has incredible luck at times.
Backstory: (to be edited in.. )

That's fine, tell me when you edit it. give it a bit of thought, you hav time

 

[sage42]

Good news Awesome. Bad news I'm going to lose internet for a week so I won't be able to post much. Sorry.

 

[sky14kemea]

Seriously, no freaking idea for a backstory :/

Is this gonna begin at the start of the tournament? Or are we gonna somehow meet before. Dx

Either is fine, if its the first one I have a slight idea of what to do, second one I got no clue D:

 

[DownpourLiar]

Can I go ahead and get a reserve? I can get my sheet up before the day is out

 

[WafflesandBacon]

Reserve too i have before the day ends

 

[Nukey]

Every deathmatch needs a lizard man.

Spoiler

Name Grexec Wrawl

Race Talonisk - The Talonisk are a race of incredibly large lizard men, standing at 6'8 on average and having very muscular bodies. Prided for their endurance and strenght, the Talonisk are often thought to be one of the strongest races to grace the battlefield, that mixed with their hyper-voilent personalities make them a force to be reckoned with. Though it is considered an offensive to wear armor in their cultures, their scales are already durable enough to withstand stabs, slashes and even acidic attacks. They have a little respect for magic users. Their eyes are inverted, cat-like and can change color at will.

Spoiler: A PICTURE!

Appearance Grexec is taller than most of his species, standing at a massive 7'2. He is skinnier than the rest of his species, but still strong enough to rip a man head off with his bare hands. His scales seem either be dark red or black, changing color depending on the field of view that one sees them in. The only clothing he wears is a pair of pants made of a black cloth, kept around his body with a cheap belt.

Weaponry He has no weapons, but uses his claws and teeth in combat.

Abilities Other than being blessed with strength greater than that of ten men and skin which is more durable than metal, he has the unique ability to vomit acid at will. This acid can easily melt away the skin, organs and bones of a normal human.

Backstory- *In the works*

 

[DownpourLiar]

Hope everything checks out okay, if not just tell me what to change.

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name- Rodwen
Race-Half-elf
Appearance- She stands at about 5'8 with raven black colored hair, a few inches past her shoulders and a side-swept bang, her pointed elven ears poking through when it's down. However, most of the time it is kept up in a tight ponytail with a red silk ribbon. She has fair skin with light olive undertones. Large gray, doe shaped eyes dominate her otherwise small face, with a small sprinkling of freckles across her cheekbones and pixie-esq. nose. A small, nearly faded scar runs from the tip of her left ear to the middle of her cheek. She has a well-strengthened physique from being a local hunter and thief; toned stomach, arms, and legs. Her normal attire consists of a pair of simple mud-brown leather tight-legged pant, common in her region, and a black steel corset over a white peasant blouse.
Weaponry/Abilities- Her primary weapon is a longbow made of maple. She has a quiver usually filled with 40+ Iron tipped arrows but has the capacity to hold up to 150 which weigh's more however. Her secondary weapon is a sharp jagged dagger located in a sheath on her right calf. She is very nimble and quick on her feet, dodging and ranged attacks are her best chance at survival, her hand-to-hand combat is lacking. Her aim is spectacular when she has time to set up a clean shot otherwise it has an eight out of ten chance of hitting her target spot on.
Back-story- Rodwen was born in illegitimate child to a mistress of the elven king Aranhil. After her birth, her mother, ashamed, gave her away to a fairly poor farming family on the outskirts of a large city. There she was taught to use her small dagger and how to trap small game. When she was old enough to go to the city by herself she found herself a job as a Fletcher's assistant She had been trained by the fletcher how to use a bow and arrow as part of her pay. She took to it naturally and soon grew increasingly impressive with the art. She could hunt in such a way that when she took her kill shot she would shoot her prey through the eye so that both the meat and the pelt would bring in the best price. She was a patient hunter as well, sitting and stalking her prey was her favorite part, as she would climb through tree branches to get the best advantage point. Although she could prepare the meat, she disliked doing so and killing with any other weapon provided messy for her. Her new family was running into financial trouble so she started steeling a little bit here and there from local shops and selling them on the streets for extra cash. From there she moved onto larger houses and taught herself the art of stealing. Now on her own she makes as a part time hunter, and when things get a little tight, a thief.

 

[FeralPhantom]

It also needs a drunken dwarf

Spoiler

Name - Volkri Shanks

Race - Dwarf

Appearance - 4 foot tall, 140 lbs, thinning black hair with a long beard, white, liquor-stained shirt under a thick leather vest, dark green pants with leather pads sewn to the thighs and shins, black boots, leather vambraces with his clan's symbol etched in.

Weaponry - Gutbuster( a stone tankard enchanted to never run out of ale, also has his clan's symbol carved on the side), a dwarven warhammer with a massive spike on the back

Abilities - His strength and speed increases with how drunk he is, liquor also gives him slight magic abilities

Backstory - Volkri was trained practically from birth to be a stonecrafter, like many dwarves. When his day came he found out just how hard the job was and returned home beaten and worn out, his older brother handed him his first ale and they toasted to his first day at work. Volkri became dependent on that end of the day drink and when when he came home one day and found the barrel empty, he and his brother went out to the local pub. Volkri drank himself into a drunken stupor and quickly found himself in a bar fight. Volkri hit his opponent with a single haymaker and killed his opponent. The next few days were awkward throughout the village, and Volkri finally left in shame. As a parting gift his father gave him his enchanted tankard and old warhammer from his military days.

 

[CounterAttack]

Oh, hell, why not. I'm in. I'm expecting to get killed easily.

Spoiler: Sheet

Name: Lukas Draq'dzega
Race: Human Demigod

Age: 23 (just thought I'd throw that in there)
Appearance: Lukas has pure white skin, black hair and black eyes, and he is 6'1" tall. He wears a steel chainmail cuirass over a white shirt, chainmail greaves and heavy boots.

Weapons: Lukas uses a steel katana and a small throwing knife that returns to his hand. He also carries several vials of poisons to apply to his weapons or slip into food.
Abilities: Lukas is capable of creating small lightning storms, and is healed when lightning attacks strike him.

Backstory: Born to a human mother and the god Baj-dzega, Lord of Lightning, Lukas was exiled from his home town at age 12 after his mother was executed for attempted murder of a guard. He learned quickly to survive alone in the wilderness for a year, until Baj-dzega appeared to him to claim him as his son. Baj-dzega gave Lukas a gift of his magical throwing knife, which Lukas trained with constantly. Over the years, Lukas encountered several bandit camps, and it was at age 18 he first killed another man.
Since then Lukas has fought, hunted and killed his way across the lands, until he heard of the Battle-Tower Tournament and the so-called "lone survivor". Lukas was eager to test his killing prowess against more than bandits and raiders, and so made his way to the Battle-Tower.

I think I got the backstory right. Not too sure. =D

 

[Zepren]

Every deathmatch needs a lizard man.

Spoiler

Name Grexec Wrawl

Race Talonisk - The Talonisk are a race of incredibly large lizard men, standing at 6'8 on average and having very muscular bodies. Prided for their endurance and strenght, the Talonisk are often thought to be one of the strongest races to grace the battlefield, that mixed with their hyper-voilent personalities make them a force to be reckoned with. Though it is considered an offensive to wear armor in their cultures, their scales are already durable enough to withstand stabs, slashes and even acidic attacks. They have a little respect for magic users. Their eyes are inverted, cat-like and can change color at will.

Spoiler: A PICTURE!

Appearance Grexec is taller than most of his species, standing at a massive 7'2. He is skinnier than the rest of his species, but still strong enough to rip a man head off with his bare hands. His scales seem either be dark red or black, changing color depending on the field of view that one sees them in. The only clothing he wears is a pair of pants made of a black cloth, kept around his body with a cheap belt.

Weaponry He has no weapons, but uses his claws and teeth in combat.

Abilities Other than being blessed with strength greater than that of ten men and skin which is more durable than metal, he has the unique ability to vomit acid at will. This acid can easily melt away the skin, organs and bones of a normal human.

Backstory- *In the works*

Cool cool, in.

Hope everything checks out okay, if not just tell me what to change.

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name- Rodwen
Race-Half-elf
Appearance- She stands at about 5'8 with raven black colored hair, a few inches past her shoulders and a side-swept bang, her pointed elven ears poking through when it's down. However, most of the time it is kept up in a tight ponytail with a red silk ribbon. She has fair skin with light olive undertones. Large gray, doe shaped eyes dominate her otherwise small face, with a small sprinkling of freckles across her cheekbones and pixie-esq. nose. A small, nearly faded scar runs from the tip of her left ear to the middle of her cheek. She has a well-strengthened physique from being a local hunter and thief; toned stomach, arms, and legs. Her normal attire consists of a pair of simple mud-brown leather tight-legged pant, common in her region, and a black steel corset over a white peasant blouse.
Weaponry/Abilities- Her primary weapon is a longbow made of maple. She has a quiver usually filled with 40+ Iron tipped arrows but has the capacity to hold up to 150 which weigh's more however. Her secondary weapon is a sharp jagged dagger located in a sheath on her right calf. She is very nimble and quick on her feet, dodging and ranged attacks are her best chance at survival, her hand-to-hand combat is lacking. Her aim is spectacular when she has time to set up a clean shot otherwise it has an eight out of ten chance of hitting her target spot on.
Back-story- Rodwen was born in illegitimate child to a mistress of the elven king Aranhil. After her birth, her mother, ashamed, gave her away to a fairly poor farming family on the outskirts of a large city. There she was taught to use her small dagger and how to trap small game. When she was old enough to go to the city by herself she found herself a job as a Fletcher's assistant She had been trained by the fletcher how to use a bow and arrow as part of her pay. She took to it naturally and soon grew increasingly impressive with the art. She could hunt in such a way that when she took her kill shot she would shoot her prey through the eye so that both the meat and the pelt would bring in the best price. She was a patient hunter as well, sitting and stalking her prey was her favorite part, as she would climb through tree branches to get the best advantage point. Although she could prepare the meat, she disliked doing so and killing with any other weapon provided messy for her. Her new family was running into financial trouble so she started steeling a little bit here and there from local shops and selling them on the streets for extra cash. From there she moved onto larger houses and taught herself the art of stealing. Now on her own she makes as a part time hunter, and when things get a little tight, a thief.

Loving it, in

It also needs a drunken dwarf

Spoiler

Name - Volkri Shanks

Race - Dwarf

Appearance - 4 foot tall, 140 lbs, thinning black hair with a long beard, white, liquor-stained shirt under a thick leather vest, dark green pants with leather pads sewn to the thighs and shins, black boots, leather vambraces with his clan's symbol etched in.

Weaponry - Gutbuster( a stone tankard enchanted to never run out of ale, also has his clan's symbol carved on the side), a dwarven warhammer with a massive spike on the back

Abilities - His strength and speed increases with how drunk he is, liquor also gives him slight magic abilities

Backstory - Volkri was trained practically from birth to be a stonecrafter, like many dwarves. When his day came he found out just how hard the job was and returned home beaten and worn out, his older brother handed him his first ale and they toasted to his first day at work. Volkri became dependent on that end of the day drink and when when he came home one day and found the barrel empty, he and his brother went out to the local pub. Volkri drank himself into a drunken stupor and quickly found himself in a bar fight. Volkri hit his opponent with a single haymaker and killed his opponent. The next few days were awkward throughout the village, and Volkri finally left in shame. As a parting gift his father gave him his enchanted tankard and old warhammer from his military days.

Hell yeah! in

Oh, hell, why not. I'm in. I'm expecting to get killed easily.

Spoiler: Sheet

Name: Lukas Draq'dzega
Race: Human Demigod

Age: 23 (just thought I'd throw that in there)
Appearance: Lukas has pure white skin, black hair and black eyes, and he is 6'1" tall. He wears a steel chainmail cuirass over a white shirt, chainmail greaves and heavy boots.

Weapons: Lukas uses a steel katana and a small throwing knife that returns to his hand. He also carries several vials of poisons to apply to his weapons or slip into food.
Abilities: Lukas is capable of creating small lightning storms, and is healed when lightning attacks strike him.

Backstory: Born to a human mother and the god Baj-dzega, Lord of Lightning, Lukas was exiled from his home town at age 12 after his mother was executed for attempted murder of a guard. He learned quickly to survive alone in the wilderness for a year, until Baj-dzega appeared to him to claim him as his son. Baj-dzega gave Lukas a gift of his magical throwing knife, which Lukas trained with constantly. Over the years, Lukas encountered several bandit camps, and it was at age 18 he first killed another man.
Since then Lukas has fought, hunted and killed his way across the lands, until he heard of the Battle-Tower Tournament and the so-called "lone survivor". Lukas was eager to test his killing prowess against more than bandits and raiders, and so made his way to the Battle-Tower.

I think I got the backstory right. Not too sure. =D

hmmmmmmm a demigod? for real? hmmmmmmm i have to think about this one. i know it doesnt go against my fallen angels rule but i was hoping for a more basic team. if you tone it down a lil and maybe change race? i'll mull it over, if you have an alternative, willing to hear it deffo.

 

[Gorrister]

Reserve? Would very much be interested, and I'll put a character sheet up when I have some free time

 

[Zepren]

Reserve? Would very much be interested, and I'll put a character sheet up when I have some free time

Sure.