Krayiss II
On the far side of the planet away from the house ground, a number of shuttles were gathered offloading a small amount of personnel. As well the shuttles served as transport for those who had answered the call. There was no fanfare, crowds, accommodations were a bare minimum and where they had been called to was a crumbling hulk of structures. Debris was scattered everywhere. Overgrowth of vines creeped through the crumbling, shattered, and broken buildings.
There was a cold air that flowed across the ruins, a wisp of flurries.
Small rodents scurried through the ruins, and the caw of crows perched in numbers faintly echoed about the area. The place was dismal in appearance. Decrepit and dank.
There were no grandstands, booths, or areas for casual observation and as the tournament acolytes began to gather as directed, the Headmaster, Joker, and Vesper watched and waited. Silently waiting for all to be present.
Once assembled Draconis stepped forth to address the lot of them. A parchment with all of their names on it in his hand, which he placed on a rusted and falling apart table for them to view.
“Welcome Tenebris.” Draconis spoke in his familiar calm, yet firm and sinister tone.
“Not the setting you expected?” He spoke rhetorically. Tournaments within the Empire were a grand affair, celebrated with attendance, spectators, and a regal ambiance that drew attention. There was none of that here. They found themselves looking upon a mess of ruins, abandoned for who knew how long.
“We will begin, matches are indicated on the paper here.” Draconis gestured to the paper on the table.
“Whomever survives... will have the opportunity to claim the title of Shadow Blade of House Tenebris.” Draconis offered a sly smirk with the statement, having put a slight emphasis on surviving. The format was simple, the first round they were each paired and would engage in ritual combat in the form of dueling.
“We begin with ritual combat, in the form of a traditional duel. You have all been made aware of the format and conditions.”
“On the paper next to your names pairings, you will note a set of coordinates and time. These denote the time and location of your duels.” They would all note upon reading that each location was not far from where they now stood and the time for each match to begin was in less than an hour each. Such that they could all begin very quickly and when ready.
“Good luck.” Draconis spoke, in a half-hearted cheeky manner.
“In darkness we trust…” Draconis took several steps backward before turning and strolling away to walk the grounds and begin his observations of the matches.
--Parchment paper on table---
--Pair 1--
Regavar
Urizen
--Pair 2---
Sirrus
Loharr
--Pair 3--
Madora
Katagaris
--Pair 4--
Matyr
Zan'roc
@Darth Vesper
On the far side of the planet away from the house ground, a number of shuttles were gathered offloading a small amount of personnel. As well the shuttles served as transport for those who had answered the call. There was no fanfare, crowds, accommodations were a bare minimum and where they had been called to was a crumbling hulk of structures. Debris was scattered everywhere. Overgrowth of vines creeped through the crumbling, shattered, and broken buildings.
There was a cold air that flowed across the ruins, a wisp of flurries.
Small rodents scurried through the ruins, and the caw of crows perched in numbers faintly echoed about the area. The place was dismal in appearance. Decrepit and dank.
There were no grandstands, booths, or areas for casual observation and as the tournament acolytes began to gather as directed, the Headmaster, Joker, and Vesper watched and waited. Silently waiting for all to be present.
Once assembled Draconis stepped forth to address the lot of them. A parchment with all of their names on it in his hand, which he placed on a rusted and falling apart table for them to view.
“Welcome Tenebris.” Draconis spoke in his familiar calm, yet firm and sinister tone.
“Not the setting you expected?” He spoke rhetorically. Tournaments within the Empire were a grand affair, celebrated with attendance, spectators, and a regal ambiance that drew attention. There was none of that here. They found themselves looking upon a mess of ruins, abandoned for who knew how long.
“We will begin, matches are indicated on the paper here.” Draconis gestured to the paper on the table.
“Whomever survives... will have the opportunity to claim the title of Shadow Blade of House Tenebris.” Draconis offered a sly smirk with the statement, having put a slight emphasis on surviving. The format was simple, the first round they were each paired and would engage in ritual combat in the form of dueling.
“We begin with ritual combat, in the form of a traditional duel. You have all been made aware of the format and conditions.”
“On the paper next to your names pairings, you will note a set of coordinates and time. These denote the time and location of your duels.” They would all note upon reading that each location was not far from where they now stood and the time for each match to begin was in less than an hour each. Such that they could all begin very quickly and when ready.
“Good luck.” Draconis spoke, in a half-hearted cheeky manner.
“In darkness we trust…” Draconis took several steps backward before turning and strolling away to walk the grounds and begin his observations of the matches.
--Parchment paper on table---
--Pair 1--
Regavar
Urizen
--Pair 2---
Sirrus
Loharr
--Pair 3--
Madora
Katagaris
--Pair 4--
Matyr
Zan'roc
@Darth Vesper
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