winter games, y11

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outlaw 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.

The fog made everything a bit more eerie than it normally would be – which he supposed wasn’t a problem, however, as it just added to the ambiance of it all. As the days drew on and the competitions continued, the red-pelted tradesman knew that it was only a matter of time until one of these teams would begin to outshine the rest. There was a competitive spirit in all of them and he, more than anyone, intended to draw that out as much as possible.

“Outlaws, it’s time to prove yourselves!” The summons bellowed out across the winds, cutting through the silence that had settled over the badlands and initiating the beginning of yet another bout of rivalry. Just like all the rest, it was their turn to step up to the plate and to take what it was that they wanted. Fame, recognition, dominance – they could have it all, here and now.



rules & instructions

This is the thread for the outlaw 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.
  
• 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)

Regardless of how it had come about, Calcifer loved the unseasonable weather and moved with some considerable pep in her step. After waking up to the world blanketed in white, the pirate had done what she knew how to do best - explored and poked her nose into things and managed to get into some mischief along the way. And when a summoning bellow rolled out across the Badlands, the woman was immediately moving. Tail flung high, she loped towards the dramatic backdrop of the Smoke Stacks and quickly spied the striking figure who had sent out such a summons. "I wanna play - whatever game yer puttin' on." She declared with a flashing grin of her teeth. Extra long claws flexed, scraping against the dirt and sand beneath her as she awaited the rules.

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More and more was he finding Amaryllis to be so peculiar and interesting. The smoke stacks were an interesting sight, the cracks allowing for the smoke to rise from the earth and up into the air. Ember eyes watch the smoke as it dances with snowflakes, causing for them to melt before they even touch the ground. Lips pull into a thin line as he takes a step closer, only stopping once he hears a voice bellow - one that is close. Intrigued, the dragon begins to make his way toward the direction the voice had come from, soon spotting two others. A brow rises as he tries to figure out what this all was, and if more were going to join. "You called?" Deep vocals rumble his question, a rather unamused expression placed on his features as he stares at the red furred one, but only after giving the lioness a half dip of his head in greeting.

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winter games, y11

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outlaw competition
Much to the man’s disappointment, this competition did not seem to garner much of a turnout. And though he would have preferred to have a larger group in attendance for the purposes of what he had planned, he supposed that this would simply have to do. He would acknowledge, however, that it showed good character for the two lions that had showed up – one of them would earn the title that they sought, today, and the other could still walk away knowing that they had tried and come close.

“Greetings. My partners and I are looking for not only the best tradesmen and women of these lands, but also the strongest and most able pride. Glory and recognition will come to those that succeed in today’s competition, and once we’re finished with all of our tests – we will see which pride or band stands above the rest. Unless the rogues outmatch them all, that is. I won’t give away all of our secrets, but I assure you, winning is the best option.” The well-practiced monologue fell easily from between his lips as he peered between the two, pointed ears flickering absently against the push of the breeze.

“Outlaws – I’m looking to see which one of you has the grit required for survival, and existing beyond the typical boundaries of a pride. It isn’t an easy lifestyle, but it can be worthwhile. Since there are only two of you, we will keep things simple with a spar.” Having only two of them there made things more simple, undoubtedly – it was now a simple test of strength, tenacity, and vigor. “When you’re ready, begin.”



match-ups & instructions

@Calcifer vs. @Smaug

• Round 1 Match-Up: Your character has been randomly matched with someone else and the NPC has explained the first task. An NPC will be used if there are uneven participant numbers.
• You have until December 20 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.
Code:
[roll=1d20]


• Round 1 Match-Up Results: On December 20, the winners of the Round 1 Match-Up (the ones out of each pair with the highest roll) will have won this trade competition.
• 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-up that’s 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)

He has to bite his tongue lest the scoff would have slipped forth. Seeing that only he and another had arrived at this event made Smaug wish he didn't show, but alas he was here. He listens to the red furred man speak, telling them of what this was and what he wanted them to do. A spar would be simple enough. Ember eyes glance at the younger lioness, shoulders rolling before he moves back a bit to give them equal space. His defenses slip into place easily and ears twist back to flatten atop his skull while claws unsheathe and grip into the cracked, dry ground beneath them. "You go first." Might as well try to be a bit chivalrous, something he rarely practiced.

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It seemed this was to be the least popular of the games and festivities cropping up all around the lands. Calcifer offered a nod of greeting in return to the only other creature who had joined them, a large creature who's rumbled words rolled through her. He would be a formidable opponent, but the dragonling had absolutely no qualms about taking on the big boys. When the scarlet male announced the game and decided upon a spar for their challenge, Calcifer's face transformed into a grin. She was moving before she'd really taken into consideration the fact that @Smaug had chivalrously offered for her to make the first move. Whilst he took on a defensive stance, she aimed to dart around the left side of the male - aiming to strike at the side of soft belly or the flap of skin joining his hind limb to his abdomen, anywhere that wasn't head on.

Rolling 1d20: 13

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His eyes were trained on the other she she began to dart towards him. Smaug watched as she maneuvered so that she were coming from his left side a bite, feeling the claws hook in his left armpit. He releases a snarl at the stinging pain, body moving in an attempt to keep them facing each other. While he does this, right forepaw rises into the air with claws unsheathed. It strikes toward the lioness, attempting to slash at whatever it could reach: right shoulder, more towards the back of it, he didn't care. As long as he got his own shot in he would be satisfied - for now.

Rolling 1d20: 14

ART BY EIGHTYSICHS, CODE BY DEE, MODIFIED BY GUNNER

winter games, y11

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outlaw competition
This competition, though small, at least allowed for things to be a bit more intimate for the two outlaws. They were facing off head-to-head for the title of champion – and it did not matter how many had shown up, how many rounds they squared off in, or how quickly it would end. What mattered was that they had shown up and competed. The tradesman could not ask them for anything more.

Bright eyes watched as the two descended into battle, noting absently that the male gave the other the chance to start. It would not garner him any brownie-points from the referee – but it would appear, after a few moments more, that he would not need it. Because the clay-coloured brute eventually managed to gain the upper hand against his opponent, wrestling the trophy up from the dirt in a good show of strength and might. She was a valiant sparrer, however, and it was silently that the tradesman hoped she knew it, too.

“Congratulations,” His voice rattled against the sound of the spar, signaling for the two of them to concede and accept the reality of the outcome. He tilted forward upon his toes, then, eyes honing in on the shape of the winner and offering @Smaug a blunt jerk of his chin. “You’ve bested your opponent and are the last one standing. You’ve earned the title of champion, and have proven yourself as the best outlaw here today.”

“I understand, however, that you may have both been expecting more if not for the small turnout. So I’ll offer this: if you wish to prove yourself further, you may both attempt to spar me. If you’re interested, make the first move.” A smirk accompanied his words now, taunt frame shifting as he looked to take a more prepared stance amongst the others. He assumed that, if they were brave enough to take the judge up upon his challenge, that they would waste little time before jumping in.



match-ups & instructions

Because of the small turnout for the outlaw competition, this NPC has offered to engage in a spar – consider it a bonus round 2, for both @Smaug and @Calcifer! This is completely optional and not required.

Please note that @Smaug has won the official trade competition, and is the only one that can claim “+3 - Be one of the last ones standing in a posted trade competition (win the final round match-up)” from this thread.

If your characters agree to the bonus spar, it will continue similar to the process of the other competitions.

• You have until December 27 to post again with your character’s decision. In your reply, respond to the prompt and insert the following dice roll at the bottom of your post.
Code:
[roll=1d20]


• Bonus Round Results: On December 27, the NPC will post again with their own roll. Whoever rolls a higher number than the NPC gets to claim an additional “+1 - Win a match-up in a posted trade competition”.
• This means that either one, both, or neither of you could earn an extra point for your team in the competition.
• Failure to post in time will mean that the NPC assumes that they did not want to spar.
• In the case of a tie being rolled, Staff will do a tie-breaker.

Calcifer was one of those types of people - who took whatever the world had to give her without complaint and when her opponent was declared winner, she offered @Smaug a crooked grin and a dip of her head in congratulations. The sting of claws on her shoulder weren't debilitating and as their host lay forth a second round, against him no less, she couldn't help the perk of her ears. Never one to take a loss as a bad thing, she was also never one to give up and that stubbornness had often resulted in a fair few bloodied noses along the way. "Ah'm game!" She chirped, once again launching herself into battle and coming at their host from the right hand side, aiming to wrap her much smaller body around the upper portion of his left leg to perhaps wrestle him into submission.

Rolling 1d20: 8

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Victory always felt sweet, no matter how he achieved it. When it was declared that he was the winner, Smaug couldn’t help but give a little sneer. Ember eyes look over both @Calcifer and their host, watching them while the lion began to speak. He is now their intended opponent and the dragon waits for his turn. He is eager to get this show over with, and once the younger woman made her move he would move in turn. Smaug decides to come head on, wanting to shove his shoulder into the middle of the lion’s own chest, attempting to sway his balance and perhaps knock the air out of his lungs.

Rolling 1d20: 14

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