Paths of Legend: The Azgundi Tournaments

[Jemal]

*OOC: Doh, completely missed the last like.. page of this thread!*
IC:
"We should probably be chasing the dragon... Heh, there's words I'd not expected to ever hear myself say, though I surely dreamed it in different context when I was a child." A wistful smile crosses the Paladins face, though he shakes it off and looks up at the archers raising their bows. "Not the time to reminisce, I suppose.."
William Shrugs to those with him and charges after Aohdon and Odon, silently thankful that he wore lighter armour than that usually worn by knights.

 

[Helfdan]

Valen smiles grimly as he jogs onward beside William. His thoughts are still on Aleera's odd behavior.

 

[Yttermayn]

Aohdan redoubles his efforts to pace the dragon when he sees the archers raise their weapons. "HOLD! DON'T SHOOT!" He bellows over and over at the top of his lungs. He waves his arms as he full gallops trying to get the guards attention.

 

[Arkhandus]

"Try not t' gnaw yer own arms off in boredom, Estelle. It would be a little bit of a turnoff," Alaric jokes, before he goes over to where the officials tell him to wait for his turn.

After the coin flip, it looks like Alaric goes second in his debate.
1d2=2

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: Jemal, are you still with us?
The Candle District: Peril at Every Turn

Aleera rolls her eyes and grabs Renaldo by the sleeve, "We don't have time for this, you foppish fool. I saw you at the archery shoot and last night we killed a plague-mad dragon at the Guild tavern. Satisified?"

The elven woman pulls Renaldo toward a nearby tavern entrance as the thugs close in.

"forgive me mi lady, "*oof*, Ths suddenss of the tug momentarily breaks his whispered sentance as she pulls the swords man towards the tavern, But I just left the doppleganger that i thought was a real person.I had to make sure you are really you, if you know what i mean."

as they approach the tavern door he glances back to see what the thugs were doing. agains one, he could win. against that many seen, and unknown unseen in the crowd, he would for certainly be dead, and the doppleganger would assimilate his personality and kill his pricious charge. that would be an unacceptable death.

he follows the elvin woman as best he can.

 

[Voda Vosa]

The coin flips favouring the dwarf. (1)
"Alrighty, me first then!" he comments rubbing his hands.

 

[ethandrew]

Estelle smiles at Alaric, "Oh, they'd grow back." She winks and moves along to the side of the proceedings, hoping to blend in and go unnoticed, but the sheer beauty of the girl makes that task always seem impossible. Still, she'd try her best to find a dark corner or a tall shadow to rest in while she watches the debates.

 

[Shayuri]

Shayuri shrinks back from the disappointment in her father's eyes, and nearly recants. She'd do anything to take it back, to see him proud of her. But...

Be of firm heart. Make your decision, as well as you can when you make it, and stick to it. Even the wrong course is better than no course at all.

It occurred to Shayuri that the man who'd told her that probably never realized it would one day drive her to do something other than what he wanted. It hadn't occurred to her either, at the time.

She wanted to say she was sorry...but she wasn't, so she didn't. This was the right thing. It might hurt her father's feelings, but it could save a life. She wasn't sorry.

"I'll be back as soon as I can be."

And with that she turned and ran after the dragon, after the centaur, after the giant...after the whole damn menagerie.

Please let this be true, and not just some delusion or plot...I don't know what I'd do if I did this for nothing...

 

[Amaury]

Johen walks up to his opponent and salutes her briefly by nodding his head before saying: "Hello, glad to be confronting you in this debate. My name is Johen, from Turen. Please, be first to start.."

Johen then awaits the question and checks the judges trying to figure out what sort of characters they are, and what would interest them most: logical arguments, passionate tone, etc.


1d2=2

 

[shadowmask]

Pryzm continues to fly toward the city proper. I don't know why he got mad at me all of a sudden. Odon isn't usually like that. She sniffles. Besides, it's not like I didn't tell him I was bored and wanted to do something else.

As she approaches the wall, Pryzm angles her flight to go over the top. She sees Aohdan waving his arms agitatedly at a full gallop. I wonder what he's doing. It looks like fun; I wonder if flapping my wings and flying will count in this game. Flapping with renewed energy, she flies up at a nearly perpendicular angle to the ground. "Look, Aohdan! See, I can play that game, too." She soars into the sunlight causing the light to bounce off her scales in colored bands reminiscent of her name.

Flying is so free. Pryzm laughs with pleasure and swings around toward the wall again. Finally seeing the guards with crossbows raised, she's startled enough that it affects her flight; the others see her drop a good 10 feet toward the ground before regaining her flight. She flies straight toward the wall in order to land where the guards are. "Hi! I'm Pryzm."