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***Antes are Extra Challenges that add twice the points wagered if successfully pulled off. They come in 3 Flavors (Easy Medium Hard). No two participants can have the same kind of Ante. For more info, click the link above.
Lobotomizer has initiated a Hard Ante.
blakphoenix has initiated a Hard Ante.
Scoring:
- Votes are worth 5 pts. each.
- CNC-ing an entry gives you 10 pts. Detailed ones get an extra 5 pts. Maximum 3 CnCs per participant.
- Bonus for the Round is 20 pts. Bonus for this Round is the best depiction of Irony.
- Fulfilled Antes give 10, 20, 30 pts. and lost 5, 10, 15 pts if failed depending on difficulty
- Judge's Blessing gives 15 points if entry caught the Judge's eye.
Here are the entries:
Kalena Eirwen
[spoiler=Lobotomizer's Entry][color]The floor quaked and rumbled, and with t[/color]hem towering walls of rock rose into the skies, sealing the paths of every gladiator and separating Kalena from the very person she had hoped to meet again.[/COLOR]
[color]"...Cor...von?" She murmured, slowly slu[/color]mping onto the ground. Her hand moved to the walls, but the unnaturally smoothed surface offered no crevice, nothing for her to break through, nor a foothold to climb with. Corvon was gone as soon as he came, and nothing could be done about it. She winced as pain shot through her back, a result of a few iron pencils that had struck her back. Deep, but not very lethal, serving to only frustrate her more. [/COLOR]
[color]Once, she was tempted to break through t[/color]he mass of rock with her blade, but when she motioned to her sheath, it dawned upon her that even her other companion was gone from her possession. All she had was herself, her sheath, and...[/COLOR]
[color]Her hand unconsciously moved to her ches[/color]t, where a tiny, nondescript pendant lay, hanging from her neck by a silver chain. Almost as soon as she had, however, did the surrounding air shift ever so slightly. Wisps that seemed to appear from nowhere swirled into the space before her, joining themselves into a vague, blob like form that gradually morphed into that of a...wolf.[/COLOR]
[color]She stared at this creature, not sure wh[/color]at to think of the situation. It looked every bit like the real thing; a majestic canine with a thick fur that streaked a deep brown, and had there not been bits of swirling dust around it, she might have mistaken it for the true, live version. It returned the gaze evenly, looking both curious and cautious of its new owner.[/COLOR]
[color]Finding it rather docile, she crouched t[/color]o the wolf's level and gave the back of its ears a light scratch. It didn't object; rather, it looked somewhat content at the scratching, nuzzling her lightly in return. She gave a rare, faint smile at that. For now, it seemed to have accepted her as its master...or at least, a friend.[/COLOR]
[color]Finally she stood up, her expression now[/color] steeled with little trace of emotion. Corvon might be absent, as was her sword, but at this moment, it was of little concern. She had her duty, her goal, and if she had to see through it, she would have to forge on ahead without her old companions. Her hand left the pendant, and now gripped tightly around the top of her sheath as she strode through the twisted labyrinth, her newfound partner trotting beside her. [/COLOR]
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“...Kalena!”
[color]The sound of Corvon’s fist slamming in[/color]to rock echoed around him, but much as he wanted it to, the walls would not open from his will alone, only staring back at his agonised expression, cold and unforgiving.[/COLOR]
[color]He gave the wall one final punch. She’[/color]ll be fine, he told himself. Kalena would survive, like she’d always had, no matter the opponent, no matter the situation. All he needed to do was to find her in this twisting maze, and everything would turn out for the better. He shook his head and turned back to the maze, thinking of regaining his bearings, but no sooner did he do so did he realise he was not alone.[/COLOR]
“Observation: ‘You seem lost.’”
[color]A voice emanated from beside Corvon, sou[/color]nding almost robotic in nature. Corvon took a step back, almost unbelieving of what he saw. It was a man in a black metallic suit, accompanied by blinking, faded lights that glowed a light emerald. A queer sight, to see something so absolutely foreign even in this world, enough to make him wonder if he wasn’t simply dreaming about some iron equivalent. At least, the mage hoped it was a metal suit, and that he was not conversing with an animated metallic golem of some sort.[/COLOR]
[color]“I...suppose I am,” he replied slowl[/color]y, unsure of what to else to say. Was this an enemy, or an ally? He couldn’t decide. Already his mind was racing, wary of anything this person might possibly pull. After all, anyone in the tournament was an enemy to Kalena; surely the same would apply to him too?[/COLOR]
[color]“Statement: How very strange it is to [/color]see someone like that here. You are not an enemy, I suppose.”[/COLOR]
[color]He shook his head in response, not trust[/color]ing himself to say more.[/COLOR]
[color]“Suggestion: Then how about we assist [/color]each other. We gain nothing in fighting; we may as well fight our battles together.”[/COLOR]
[color]The man in the metal suit paused for a m[/color]oment, before adding, “Statement addition: Provided, of course, if you would fight my battle first before I fight yours.”[/COLOR]
[color]Corvon noted the last part of the senten[/color]ce, but even if it weren’t there, the answer to that was obvious. He was suspicious, paranoid, and more to the point, he was more concerned with finding Kalena as soon as possible rather than to gain a potential temporary ally. One who seemed little less than trustworthy.[/COLOR]
[color]“I...cannot,” he answered, gulping i[/color]n anticipation for the other’s reaction.[/COLOR]
[color]Contrary to his expectations, the man me[/color]rely turned away to the direction of the path, “Statement: That is a disappointment. But at the very least, I’d wish for us to stay out of each other’s way.”[/COLOR]
[color]Corvon found himself unconsciously noddi[/color]ng in agreement. Time was of essence, and he had no intention of fighting someone who isn’t even remotely related to his goal. He motioned to move off to search for his companion, but then his eyes drifted to the man’s hands, and he froze almost instantly. Resting in his right was a simply adorned short sword, gleaming under the light with pronounced sharpness.[/COLOR]
“Query: Is there something wrong?”
[color]Corvon heard the man speak, but his mind[/color] barely registered the words that left the man’s mouth. He was too focused, too fixated on that very one sword that was wielded. The blade that was with Kalena for so long. Of course, The Host had, with whatever witchery he had in his disposal, swapped everyone’s equipment and capabilities. But that meant that he had one other way to assist Kalena. Gradually, his eyes lifted to meet the pendant that was strung around the man’s neck, and a foolish plan came into mind.[/COLOR]
[color]“I apologise, but could I have your na[/color]me?” He spoke, his eyes still locked onto the pendant.[/COLOR]
[color]“Answer: You may address me as Bl.An.C[/color].” The tone sounded vaguely curious, piqued by the sudden question that Corvon raised.[/COLOR]
[color]“My name...is Corvon,” he replied, n[/color]ow meeting the man’s gaze evenly. Or at least, where he assumed the eyes were, “I apologise, but that sword you wield...it is the possession of a certain friend of mine.”[/COLOR]
[color]Bl.An.C. looked down, glancing at the sw[/color]ord in his hand, “Statement: Ah, this weapon. You understand that if you are in this tournament, you would have to fight that friend of yours as well, don’t you?”[/COLOR]
[color]”No...I,” Corvon frowned. That was a[/color] good question. Was he even a participant in this? And if so, why was he allowed in here at all?[/COLOR]
[color]“I’m...not actually a gladiator,” [/color]he admitted.[/COLOR]
[color]“Statement: Intriguing,” Bl.An.C. no[/color]dded, seemingly thoughtful about the matter, “I don’t know why a non-participant would be here, but I assume you intend to help your friend by relinquishing their weapon.” [/COLOR]
A nod was given in response.
[color]“Statement: A shame. You understand th[/color]at all I have is this blade. I cannot allow you to jeopardise my ability to fight, debilitated as it is right now,” Bl.An.C.shook his head, sounding almost disappointed.[/COLOR]
[color]Corvon felt a cold sweat drip down from [/color]his neck, suddenly realising what the man was implying with his words, “so you mean...”[/COLOR]
[color]“Statement: It is a pleasure meeting y[/color]ou, Corvon, but I’m afraid we were fated to fight the moment this round had began.”[/COLOR]
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[color]The maze seemed to comprise of snaking l[/color]ines that seemed to have no visible end to them, twisting, curving to unimaginable lengths. Once, Kalena would have thought she had a straight path to move to, and the next she would find herself taking more left turns than normally possible, or encounter one fork in the path after another. Even as she stuck to the left at all times, it almost seemed as though she was going in circles, and not anymore closer to the exit or finding her opponent.[/COLOR]
[color]It was eerily quiet. Not a single sound [/color]indicated the presence of the other gladiators in the maze. Perhaps the walls were far too thick, or perhaps no one had gotten into a fight yet. Whichever the case was, the silence only made the travelling more unnerving. Shadows seemed to jump at her, and she steadily grew more wary of her surroundings, turning sharply at the odd sound or movement that would turn out to be something more mundane than she'd made it out to be. At the very least, she could be reassured by the fact that she had a wolf for a companion. One that she knew was of the spiritual plane, but a companion nonetheless, who seemed to give off a feeling that she could rely on it without fail.[/COLOR]
[color]Minutes passed, but they seemed like hou[/color]rs, for there was little to keep track of the time with, nor were there landmarks to even show the slightest bit of progress they have made. But the monotonous journey soon changed, when the next turn she took led her into a spacious room. Perhaps it was the sudden change in surroundings - the increase in space, the transition from a dirt floor to a series of engraved, irregularly shaped cobblestone tiles that lined the ground in a spiralling fashion. - that caused it, or just the sinister aura that seemed to emanate from within the room itself, but Kalena could feel a wave of unease wash over her. This was no ordinary room, and for some unfathomable reason, she swore that this very room was made...for her.[/COLOR]
[color]The feeling hadn’t gotten unnoticed by[/color] her companion either; it slowly stood erect, arching its back with its mouth parted to form a visible snarl. its attention was directed, not at the room itself, but at the other exit of it, just a little ways from them.[/COLOR]
[color]Kalena turned her head then, and no soon[/color]er had she did a man come walking in from the other exit. He looked relatively young, clad in a modern looking jacket that was dyed a jet black, accompanied by matching shirt and pants. Like the last opponent before, he looked absolutely ordinary save for his silver hair and grey eyes, the latter just barely visible in the distance. And yet, he seemed to give off an otherworldly aura that she couldn't decipher.[/COLOR]
[color]"Oh?" The man seemed to notice her, and [/color]gave a slight grin, "I didn't think i'd actually manage to find someone in this maze.”[/COLOR]
[color]Kalena stared at him for a moment, then [/color]loosened her tense shoulders ever so slightly upon realising that he seemed to hold no hostility. At least, not currently.[/COLOR]
[color]“...Likewise,” she replied, more out[/color] of courtesy than small talk. At the same time she bent down and gave the wolf a few pats. It relaxed a little when she did, but still remained alert, staring at the new visitor intently with its piercing eyes.[/COLOR]
[color]A moment of silence ensued, both staring[/color] at the other but neither saying a word. Even as Kalena was cautious of this man, even she wasn’t willing to enter into a battle without reason.[/COLOR]
[color]“So,” The man continued, hoping to k[/color]eep the conversation going, “tough situation we’re in, huh?”[/COLOR]
[color]A nod, but nothing in the way of words. [/color]Despite this, the man remained persistent, stepping forward to introduce himself, “Name’s Zero. What’s yours?”[/COLOR]
[color]“...Kalena Eirwen,” Kalena answered,[/color] and after some hesitation, hazarded a question of hers, “you seem to be a pleasant enough person, what brought you to this system?”[/COLOR]
[color]“Does that mean only unpleasant people[/color] should be here?” Zero joked.[/COLOR]
[color]“For a system which promotes senseless[/color] bloodshed among people, would that be wrong?”[/COLOR]
[color]His smile faded when he realised that he[/color]r words were no joke, “training. There is a...certain goal I have to achieve that I can’t do without it.”[/COLOR]
[color]“And you would fuel the cycle of viole[/color]nce for that very reason?”[/COLOR]
[color]“Yes.” A moment of of silence, befor[/color]e Zero challenged, “and you? On what grounds do you have to be here?”[/COLOR]
[color]“To judge those in this wretched syste[/color]m, and remove them from it with whatever means,” she answered readily.[/COLOR]
[color]He gave a hollow laugh, “you can’t j[/color]udge people. No one can.”[/COLOR]
[color]Her eyes narrowed, the only indication o[/color]f her flaring temper at his mockery, “and for what reason do you have to say otherwise?”[/COLOR]
[color]“I’ve seen through enough wars to un[/color]derstand. Morality is only seen in the perspective of your own. Judge all you want, but in the end you’re only imposing your own ideals on others. You’re no god, kid, your decisions are as human and theirs.”[/COLOR]
[color]Kalena snapped then, her voice raised in[/color] volume, almost to that of shouting if she hadn’t reined it in with what little control she had left, “should a criminal not be punished for his crimes simply because he felt it unfair? Should a king not be usurped because he felt his rule fair, yet his people suffer under his rule? Tell me, are you implying that justice is a flawed concept?”[/COLOR]
[color]By this time her words had grown loud th[/color]at it almost shook the room. Her brows furrowed, lips parted to a near scowl, and her eyes, a gaze piercing through him with all the furious anger that she contained in her heart. Even the wolf beside her began to growl, arching its back to the Zero couldn’t help but take a step back at this sudden outburst, but it should have been expected; he was, after all, questioning the very motive she had for existing, even if he did not know the extent of it. But even so, he refused to back down. Stubborn pride perhaps, or just a need to set her right. Whatever it wa