Trumpets blare as confetti fell from the top of the Colosseum. A recent addition to the city, it's opening also marked the chance for the Starcalled to impress the masses with their abilities. While it was primarily made to serve as a sports hub for the active, it also features a large battle arena for players to sign up and battle in non-lethal combat in these ivory walls.
Crowds of people gathered to watch what was the last day of the competition's opening. With only two teams left and both having fans, the tension and energy of the spectators was through the roof for the event. The prize was a lot of gold for them to spend as well a large fancy trophy that would have their names engraved onto it, as well as three smaller trophies to take home and showcase.
An announcer, dressed eloquently, prepares his throat and strikes out with a red flag.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for patronage in watching the final day of the opening competition! Our brilliant Starcalled have proven themselves to be mighty warriors, but there are those who are mightier! With two teams left, the winner of this bout will walk away with a brilliant prize and their names immortalised in that giant trophy!" The announcer then points his flag towards a gate painted red and the audience goes silent. As the gate opens, three figures step out and the fans cheer.
"From the Red Team! We have three powerhouses who have displayed their ability to battle! Never have I seen prowess!"
Flanking left to the middle, was a short elven woman, with wield a sword and shield. Her dark green hair, like the evergreen confiers, constrated the intimidating black and red of her heavy looking armor. "Red Team's Elf Warrior Midna Lovox is looking as scary as ever. Her abilities with Nature and Dark Magic have made her an unorthodox foe for many of the teams today!"
Flanking right to the middle, was a large bulky man, with a massive bow slung over his torso. Aside from his bodybuilder body, two large horns decorated in red rope clinked with the bells attached to it. The arrows in his quiver were about as big as swords. "Then we have the Beastkin Loraz Tauhunt! Look at that bow! His workout routine is probably as intense as it is huge! You all have seen how well it fires and pierces armor like paper! Truly someone versed in Ranged Weaponry!"
Finally, in the middle of both of them, was a individual dressed in robes. White like saints and bathed in a soft glow, the human between these two was distinguishable by his near stereotype cleric outfit and that evening star he uses as a staff. "Red Team's Leader can't be forgotten however! Maroc Pollio puts healers to shame with that get up. Watch out for when he swings that mace or divine light!"
The announcer wipes his brow before the flag in his hand turns yellow and he points it towards the yellow gate. Like with the red, the gates swing upon, signalling for the three waiting behind it to walk out.
First was Flowing, striding out into the light as the announcer used his oratory abilities to give her a snazzy introduction.
"You can call the Yellow Team perfect for their name. Look at the golden locks on the three of them! It's almost like a miniature Blonde Fest that they held in Stokbon! These golden girls don't mess around having plowed through their brackets like streaks of golden comets!"
Flowing wondered what he was talking about.
"Accompanying @Fiora Di Angelo and @Ginevra Delaney is the faerin Flowing Willowwhistle! She has proven to be quite tricky one, dodging attacks and exhausting her foes with that footwork. Like she's always two steps ahead of her foe!"
Crowds of people gathered to watch what was the last day of the competition's opening. With only two teams left and both having fans, the tension and energy of the spectators was through the roof for the event. The prize was a lot of gold for them to spend as well a large fancy trophy that would have their names engraved onto it, as well as three smaller trophies to take home and showcase.
An announcer, dressed eloquently, prepares his throat and strikes out with a red flag.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for patronage in watching the final day of the opening competition! Our brilliant Starcalled have proven themselves to be mighty warriors, but there are those who are mightier! With two teams left, the winner of this bout will walk away with a brilliant prize and their names immortalised in that giant trophy!" The announcer then points his flag towards a gate painted red and the audience goes silent. As the gate opens, three figures step out and the fans cheer.
"From the Red Team! We have three powerhouses who have displayed their ability to battle! Never have I seen prowess!"
Flanking left to the middle, was a short elven woman, with wield a sword and shield. Her dark green hair, like the evergreen confiers, constrated the intimidating black and red of her heavy looking armor. "Red Team's Elf Warrior Midna Lovox is looking as scary as ever. Her abilities with Nature and Dark Magic have made her an unorthodox foe for many of the teams today!"
Flanking right to the middle, was a large bulky man, with a massive bow slung over his torso. Aside from his bodybuilder body, two large horns decorated in red rope clinked with the bells attached to it. The arrows in his quiver were about as big as swords. "Then we have the Beastkin Loraz Tauhunt! Look at that bow! His workout routine is probably as intense as it is huge! You all have seen how well it fires and pierces armor like paper! Truly someone versed in Ranged Weaponry!"
Finally, in the middle of both of them, was a individual dressed in robes. White like saints and bathed in a soft glow, the human between these two was distinguishable by his near stereotype cleric outfit and that evening star he uses as a staff. "Red Team's Leader can't be forgotten however! Maroc Pollio puts healers to shame with that get up. Watch out for when he swings that mace or divine light!"
The announcer wipes his brow before the flag in his hand turns yellow and he points it towards the yellow gate. Like with the red, the gates swing upon, signalling for the three waiting behind it to walk out.
First was Flowing, striding out into the light as the announcer used his oratory abilities to give her a snazzy introduction.
"You can call the Yellow Team perfect for their name. Look at the golden locks on the three of them! It's almost like a miniature Blonde Fest that they held in Stokbon! These golden girls don't mess around having plowed through their brackets like streaks of golden comets!"
Flowing wondered what he was talking about.
"Accompanying @Fiora Di Angelo and @Ginevra Delaney is the faerin Flowing Willowwhistle! She has proven to be quite tricky one, dodging attacks and exhausting her foes with that footwork. Like she's always two steps ahead of her foe!"
