The Tournament: Round 1

[Jaks Flagner]

Welcome challengers to the first round of the exciting battles to come. Who ever has the highest dex between contestants gets first post, and weapon/armor values are found at www.d20pfsrd.com. Otherwise follow normal combat rules. You may bring the characters personal weapon and armor, if it doesn't fit anything on the site refer to me for its stats. Best of luck to both combatants.

[Tursac Fescarn]

"Oh gods... why am I doing this again?" the sailor asked himself as he paced in the waiting room pulling on a chain shirt, that was provided by Jaks, in the process. He could hear the sounds outside. It wasn't something he was used to hearing when it came to matters of combat. He takes a deep breath as someone came down to tell him it was time to enter the arena. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders as he makes his way out into the arena to meet his opponent, sabre in his hand.  He wasn't sure just how this was going to pan out but it would be a test of his skills to say the very least

[Dats'uxa' The Betrayer]

Unlike his opponent, the once banished (technically he was still banished, he simply returned via a loophole) demon had spent the first several hundred years of his life hearing the crowds cheering at inevitable bloodshed. The Pit Fiends had built their society upon being the strongest, and that lifestyle is what ended up getting Dats'uxa', Betrayer of Gods, banished in the first place. His ideals that the next age were intended to take over the strongest of the last age is exactly the mindset that caused him to lead a coup against the Goddess that created his father, as well as the rest of his race. But that was ancient history. Quite literally, as the last 9000 years of his life had been spent in a realm of fire as punishment for his "crimes." Now free, he sought to take advantage of an oncoming multiversal event to overcome the current pantheon of Gods.

With his near death experience with his cousin and Herald to their creator, it occurred to him that it would do him well to evaluate how powerful the races had become. What better place to do that than a tournament? His hand grips his weapon tighter at the thought of his defeat at one who would use their strength to maintain the current order. His weapon is one of ancient design, called a macuahuitl, is truly savage in its design. Wood is carved into the approximate shape of a cricket bat, before the sides are lined with sharp pieces of obsidian. Whereas most weapons looked sturdy, his looked burned and ready to fall apart at any point. This was not true, and was simply the nature of what he had come to call Singewood, a type of tree that grew with the apparent look of burning as it grew, but with the strength of Redwood.

[Kage no Shinda Uta]

And who would be a better special guest at this tournament than the very god who's domain was strife? Sure enough a statuesque man, well armored and armed stood up from his special box in the building's seating. "Everyone.. peace does not exist without war just as life is meaningless without death, and nature is both beautiful and ruthless. Everything is in a cycle, but right now the turning wheel lands on strife, and we here are all warriors. If you lose, if you win, you still fought an you all have my blessing. Now fight!" he shouted.

[Tursac Fescarn]

Tursac stood at attention and ready to fight as he took his place in the arena. He looked across at his opponent and groans "Bloody 'ell... first fight an' I gotta fight that?" he shakes his head and moves closer toward Dats, his gaze watching the weapon that the pit fiend was holding. Had he not been a warrior, he might have thought the weapon a worthless item about ready to crumble in the devil's hand. But he also knew not to underestimate his opponents and their skills. As he got closer he extends his sword outward, gesturing to the fiend "Best 'f luck to ya in this fight" and takes a defensive stance as he waited to see what his opponent would do next.

[Dats'uxa' The Betrayer]

Dats raised his hands in an attempt to rile up the crowd, which succeeded to an extent. He ignored the God and whatever he said. Why should he be forced o pay attention? He was the superior being, and would soon prove it. Not here, though. His full potential had yet to be realized, and would have to wait. Wait until they returned.

"Max sha ts'ungats l'a'auft." He responded, unsure of what the weresailor had said, but sure enough to figure that it was some well wishing nonsense. Mirroring his opponent's movements, his form seem to telescope down as he went into a defensive posture, his height shrinking down to Tursac's default stature. Provoking his opponent, he sneers at the werebear; a long, slender finger beckoning him into combat.

[Tursac Fescarn]

Tursac growls softly as Dats motioned for him to enter combat first. This was no greenskin warrior eager for a fight that was sure. He slowly advances, watching his opponent closely. As he approached he chanted a mantra and beat his hands on his chest "Stone and rock, stone and rock. I will not be broken. Stone and rock" his free hand clenches into a fist and he grips his sword tighter.

When he got close enough, he would swing first with his sword, aiming for Dats' mid section and hoping to distract him from a rock hard punch from his left hand toward the pit fiend's chest

[Jaks Flagner]

After a long, hard fought battle, we find that Tursac shall move forward to fight in our quater finals. So without any further ado, Tursac victory by time our