Task Name: Week 1 Initiation and Class declaration
Tier:2
NPC or PC: Npc
Location: Twin Capes
Crew, Team, or Personal:Crew
Description: The festival has started and newcomers are required to show their worth as contenders by becoming victorious against Captured marines who have been treated as slaves. Though no one would know they were marines based on the condition they were presented in came the festival.
The contenders would state a number from 1 to 100 signifying how many foes they would take on at once, the more one was to take on the higher their class declaration
Enemy Details: 1 to 100 tier 2 slaves [were marines
Boss: No
The island of Twin Capes was changing with strong warriors far and wide coming to join in a tournament but not just any tournament but one that lacked fairness and merely the registration phase would possible cost someone their life. A fleet of unknown would always guard this event while surrounding it completely while also maintaining a strong land presence at all times, they objective was to stop anyone from interfering in the events transpiring in this year to come. While the fleet would allow marines or nobles entry on their own they would not allow them to be accompanied by a fleet or more than 10men and would show no hesitation in killing them on sight.
During the first Round of events fighters would get the chance to fight anywhere between 1 to 100, the they defeat the more victorious they would be but if they were to lose the score would be 0 and losing would often mean death as they were fighting enslaved nobles, marines and bounty hunters who had been captured by the mysterious hosts of this event; tormented mentally, physically and generally abused regularly as a generation of this event. Any contenter that they kill they will be allowed to go free but simply winning would only rank their slave lives up and thus they had nothing to lose.
Four days had passed and people had scored anywhere between 1 and 40 so far but with Elisa having orders to win this event by the revolutionary army's Elisa Darkwalker had no choice but to make sure she got through this stage without issue as even if you won only a certain percentage would get through. Walking into the area with her identity somewhat covered as her black boots walked solo into the battle arena picking slight particles of dust with every step, Black Jeans slowly getting dirty as she walked and her entire torso and face covered by a clock that dropped to a silver and wood carved belt on her front but right down to her knees on her back, While she was wearing her gauntlets she had also brought two black long swords being held in a very Unique manner. Her arm hooked over each swords guard with her hands gripping the pommels. Upon reaching her designated spot Elisa would staring head on with 8 shipping containers when a large fat man in a strange chef like uniform would speak in a firm announcement like voice “How many do you pick” *He looks down at his list to check Elisa name* “Miss Blanket Eruption” and she would reply “100”.
Word count 436/400
Tier:2
NPC or PC: Npc
Location: Twin Capes
Crew, Team, or Personal:Crew
Description: The festival has started and newcomers are required to show their worth as contenders by becoming victorious against Captured marines who have been treated as slaves. Though no one would know they were marines based on the condition they were presented in came the festival.
The contenders would state a number from 1 to 100 signifying how many foes they would take on at once, the more one was to take on the higher their class declaration
Enemy Details: 1 to 100 tier 2 slaves [were marines
Boss: No
The island of Twin Capes was changing with strong warriors far and wide coming to join in a tournament but not just any tournament but one that lacked fairness and merely the registration phase would possible cost someone their life. A fleet of unknown would always guard this event while surrounding it completely while also maintaining a strong land presence at all times, they objective was to stop anyone from interfering in the events transpiring in this year to come. While the fleet would allow marines or nobles entry on their own they would not allow them to be accompanied by a fleet or more than 10men and would show no hesitation in killing them on sight.
During the first Round of events fighters would get the chance to fight anywhere between 1 to 100, the they defeat the more victorious they would be but if they were to lose the score would be 0 and losing would often mean death as they were fighting enslaved nobles, marines and bounty hunters who had been captured by the mysterious hosts of this event; tormented mentally, physically and generally abused regularly as a generation of this event. Any contenter that they kill they will be allowed to go free but simply winning would only rank their slave lives up and thus they had nothing to lose.
Four days had passed and people had scored anywhere between 1 and 40 so far but with Elisa having orders to win this event by the revolutionary army's Elisa Darkwalker had no choice but to make sure she got through this stage without issue as even if you won only a certain percentage would get through. Walking into the area with her identity somewhat covered as her black boots walked solo into the battle arena picking slight particles of dust with every step, Black Jeans slowly getting dirty as she walked and her entire torso and face covered by a clock that dropped to a silver and wood carved belt on her front but right down to her knees on her back, While she was wearing her gauntlets she had also brought two black long swords being held in a very Unique manner. Her arm hooked over each swords guard with her hands gripping the pommels. Upon reaching her designated spot Elisa would staring head on with 8 shipping containers when a large fat man in a strange chef like uniform would speak in a firm announcement like voice “How many do you pick” *He looks down at his list to check Elisa name* “Miss Blanket Eruption” and she would reply “100”.
Word count 436/400