winter games, y11

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medic competition
Rumors had begun to circulate throughout Amaryllis, whispering promises of a grand competition that would soon be gracing the lands. It was a break from their often calamity and chaos – and though it would still spark the competitive nature that many of the peninsula’s inhabitants already possessed, this would be more-so the healthy kind. At least they hoped.

A trio had found their way here, unannounced and slipping, at first, within the comfort of the shadows. They were cross-country scouts, some would say, with a pulse for adrenaline and a wanton desire to find the most skilled and formidable trade masters among them. They had traversed many territories, seen many lands – and now, their next stop had brought them to Amaryllis, curious to see who would rise to the top. Not to mention that the winning team - the one who would prove themselves to have a strong and diverse arsenal of members to partake in these competitions - would get some of the best bragging rights of all time.

Let the games begin.

It seemed common sense to hold this competition in the thralls of the forest, where plant-life was abundant – albeit more difficult to find, now that the land had been overtaken with a fresh blanket of snow, which covered both vegetation, scents, and trails alike. Though the woman figured that it should not matter that much, considering that a master in the medic trade would need to be able to work under tough conditions – or, even more-so, any conditions. If they wanted to be a good and efficient healer, they would need to learn how to adapt to the changing climate, and hone in on their senses even more than they already did in order to provide the best (and quickest) care that they could.

Today, a stranger stood with her – not the red-coated barbarian that had taken the liberty of hosting the other events, nor the star-speckled child that had organized the children of Amaryllis into their own sports, but a small, gray-pelted man with a stern complexion and deep set eyes. He said nothing, clearly allowing the woman to take the lead in her own show, and instead would serve as but an observer, hovering diligently at her side as though awaiting further instructions. This competition was quite serious, after all, and they all had their own jobs to do “Medics, gather your supplies!” Her voice rang out clearly against the early afternoon air, vibrating across the gardens to meet the tree-line, before she opted to take a seat alongside her accomplice, lips perched into the faintest of smiles all-the-while.



rules & instructions

This is the thread for the medic trade competition. Your character must have this as their master or sub-master trade, and their team is based on their usergroup (pride, band, rogue). The goal is for your team to amass the most amount of points and win the competition. Read all of the information here.

Sign-ups for this competition are open until December 12; you must post here before then to participate. On December 13, the competition will start and the first round of match-ups will be posted.

• Only post your character here if they intend to participate. There are no observers to the competitions.
• Your character must be at least 1 year old. There are separate events for cubs.
  
• You can post 1 character PER team to participate.
• If you have 2 lions in Caladan Cove that want to participate in the Ranger Competition, you can only post 1. If you have 1 lion in Caladan Cove and 1 lion in Firnen Rainforest that want to participate, you can post them both.
• Every round will feature and play off of a different, associated trade task.

Round 1 Match-Up: On December 13, every participant will be randomly matched with someone else and the NPC will explain the first task. An NPC will be used if there are uneven participant numbers.

You have one week to post again to your match-up. In your reply, respond to the prompt and insert the following dice roll at the bottom of your post. Whoever rolls the highest number out of each pair will win that round and move onto the next.

Code:

[roll=1d20]

Round 1 Match-Up Results: On December 20, the winners of the Round 1 Match-Up will be re-matched and the cycle will continue every week, with the new match-ups being posted on Wednesday.

Failure to post to a given round on time will result in disqualification.

In the case of a tie being rolled between match-ups, Staff will do a tie-breaker.

You can earn the following points towards the Winter Games in this thread. Make sure to submit your points via Discord or DM to @Squid!

• +1 - Participate in a posted trade competition (claimable once per thread, per character)
• +1 - Win a match-up in a posted trade competition (claimable for each match-ups that won)
• +3 - Be one of the last ones standing in a posted trade competition (win the final round match-up, results posted on January 10)

The snow falls soft

drawing the world down to a whitened hush, forcing us to pause long enough to take stock of everything that we miss in our crazed pursuit to gain everything that we can. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes.

She was, in fact, a medic, something she'd had cause to use for her own family more often than she would have liked. At least they allowed her to keep her skills sharp, but still...

At any rate, this wasn't the time to be worried about such things, and so she set them aside in favor of keeping her mind focused on the upcoming competition. She had gathered a bundle of herbs that she thought would be useful for the widest range of situations that might be thrown at her, and she brought it with her to the glade. She was the first to arrive, but she doubted she would be alone for long. There were many who practiced medicine in these lands.

It is growing cold

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Medicine wasn't her main skill, but she knew enough that she had no issue with answering the call for them. She was, admittedly, a little bit rusty, but that wasn't going to stop her.

She was surprised there was only one other present as she arrived, but she chalked it up to her being fast. There were plenty of medics within the lands, obviously, many of them within the Brook ( or at least they had been ). So they would be along, and hopefully sooner rather than later. She was eager to see who would be competing against her in this.

Medicine was something she had some knowledge of, but most of it had been back in her homeland. Here, things were slightly different, so she wasn't sure how much of it would transfer. Different plants were a problem, and she'd only had so much time to study them before this was called. She would still attend, though, because she thought it wise to seek more information from knowledgeable medics of the land. Besides, she could discuss theory all day long, and perhaps that would be enough to get her through for a while.

There was a pair of women already there, utterly opposites in size and coloring. It intrigued Jun, and she nodded politely to them both as she took a seat.

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All of her sleepless nights and early dawn wanderings had led to this moment. Her dedication to honing her craft and fine tuning her skills had resulted in her finding what she felt was her purpose. The way that she could bring something to offer to the world beyond a pretty face. She had a talent, she had a skillset. Lune felt the weight of the call deep within her bones. It rattled the very fiber of her being, shaking off cobwebs from the quiet parts of her heart that she had sometimes forgotten how to hear.

Upon approaching the familiar visage of the glade, Lune noted a couple of other unfamiliar individuals gathered. She gave them a cordial dip of her head in greeting, refusing to let her focus be shaken. The need to prove herself worthy had been the singular drum beat down her war path. She would not be thrown off course now. What better chance to show her skill than a challenge such as this.

ART BY YUMPY, CODE BY DAWN, CODE MODIFIED BY CALA

The young medic was more than ready to take part in this event made for them for the medics of Amaryllis, lions who healed others. She found joy in mending, and even though it wasnt such a fancy trade like that of warrriors or hunters, she felt like it had its own importance. What was a warrior without the health to fight? Many would die if it wasnt for healers. She arrived with her pouch with herbs and other items for her to use in this event. She looked at the others curiously, wondering how experienced they could be. Older always ment wiser and better in Ciara's point of view.

+1 - Participate in a posted trade competition (claimable once per thread, per character)

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It was the call that roused the red giant from where she had been laying outside the den, making sure that the cubs were well and truly asleep. The giantess made her way towards gathering, her gaze landing on those in attendance and then turning her attention towards the feline that had called them forth.

The Firnen medic settled to her haunches, both curious and interested in what it was that they were to be doing. She let her bi-colored gaze cross those in attendance, searching for familiar faces amongst the group. There were some she recognized, mostly in passing, however.

ART BY DAWN, CODE BY LARS

The pale medic had been out and searching for plants to resupply what store he had left back in the desert. What he hadn't expected was to once again compete with the snow when the world should have been awash in fragrant blossoms. He could only hope that this premature frost hadn't killed off anything that had just been starting out on their path in life.

While he was out scavenging there came a call for medics. Of course the healer would never be able to ignore this. But rather than the expectation of competition he simply assumed that someone was injured and in need of assistance.

He had been called on often, as of late, for his skills and so he figured this was another such cause. Others had already gathered there before him and he could only assume that they had some training in healing as well.

Once again she is alerted to the drawing of her skills and still, she chooses to linger on the outskirts. That same lion that had called them was beckoning the healers forward and while she had a few herbs at her hands to spare, she hadn't a clue what to expect. Each of the lions here likely had varying level of skill to the trade and it was hard to begin to place who was more trained and who was lesser. All of them could very well be masters of the art and yet it was she who felt at the bottom rung.

Art by Drifty || Code by Zay || BG

A call for medics rose up over the lands and Elaine paused. She had always wanted to be a medic for the family, a trusted healer that wouldn't leave them but fighting always seemed to get in the way and was really what she was better at. She knew that she was better at it because she had been raised in it and practiced it a lot more than healing. With a small sigh she headed toward where she heard the call come from. She came with nothing, having nothing stored up and a very limited knowledge base. She knew how to cause wounds far more than she knew how to mend them. She arrived and took a quick look at the others gathered before going to stand next to @Lune. Her respect for the lioness was growing though there was a level of it since her brother was fond of her and she was a cute thing to have around the Bluffs.

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