THE KING'S TOURNEY

The day began early - as it would be a long one - for the bustling collection of wolves within Northfall's peaks. Friends, strangers, and family alike had gathered to mourn the loss of the kingdom's late King and revel in his memory, but today - today, many brave souls vowed to bleed in his honor.

As though Ragnar himself had carved a window from the halls of Valhalla to view the displays of valor below, the skies were clear with nary a cloud - the day promised a touch of warmth, though the rugged peaks of the mountain could possess only so much comfort in the heart of winter.

A flattened space was chosen for the day's spars, shelves of shallow and climbing inclines providing seating for onlookers. The frozen ground glittered beneath the sun, threatening slippery footholds for the wintertime battles. Those who stepped forward would need to be quick on their feet, but clever, too - one wrong move could leave them flat on their back or sliding directly into the mass of wolves and beasts who formed the boisterous crowd on all sides.

A quiet hush fell across the gathered bodies as two forms made their way into the circle.

The moment of tension held the world in suspense before a single cry broke it, heralding the clash's start.

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CHIHARU x JAXXON

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JAXXON is attacking first.

RULES

• Each spar is 3 rounds. Before typing out your post, place your dice roll in a post and then edit in your written post. If you are unsure how to roll dice, please see the fields below with each roll code!
  
• The entrant with the highest roll totals at the end of 3 rounds is the winner. They will progress to the next stage of the tournament.
  
• Maiming and death are disallowed UNLESS cleared with your thread partner first.
  
• Each player has THREE DAYS to post for their turn or they will be forced to forfeit the fight. This is imposed to help keep things rolling.
  
• Predetermined winners MAY be chosen, but it must be communicated and agreed upon by both parties in the fight. If you choose to do this, please denote that a winner has been predetermined, you do not have to signal who wins if you wish to maintain the suspense.
  
  
• This battle uses modifiers. Those modifiers are as follows:
  
  ► No Warrior Skills: 1d5
  ► Basic Warrior Skill: 1d6
  ► Specialist Warrior Skill: 1d8
  ► Expert Warrior Skill: 1d10
  
  
  Only ONE modifier can be used
  
  
• If you win a no-modifier fight and your next opponent DOES use modifiers, you will need to decide if you wish to continue or "forfeit" to your opponent. The same rule applies to off-screen fights. If your chosen preference is off-screen fights, you will need to decide between continuing on-screen or forfeiting to your next on-screen opponent.
  
  
• Off-screen fights will roll three d5 in the dice channel in Discord and the one with the highest roll result is the winner. (Command to use: /r 3d5) If you wish to predetermine the winner between yourself and your opponent, that is your choice!
  
  
• Please see the bracket document for a list of fights and progress.
  

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Roll Codes

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None

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Code:

[*roll=1d5]

Basic

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Code:

[*roll=1d6]

Specialist

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Code:

[*roll=1d8]

Expert

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Code:

[*roll=1d10]

Remove the *s to use the code!

Rolling 1d5: 3

Lithe paws would lazily draw along the corridors of the North king’s arena. She had been pleasantly surprised with the announcement of who her opponent was. She had kept to herself during their travels, silently watching the others as they ventured further from the familiarity of their territory. She was sure that Joxer had assigned someone to keep his bride-to-be from running off while he tended to the responsibilities of The Saints.

The crowd that was brought… was… strange. Two young men had been exceptionally close, realizing they were brothers. They continued to whisper and feed each other plants. Chiharu was no expert but she knew that they weren’t safe to ingest… smelled of poison.

Drawing from the thickets, she would present herself to Jaxxon. The brother to her betrothed. A man who seemed to have more of a heart than his brother… She could see the jealousy that lingered in his gaze with every passing moment. This was simply a political gain - Jaxxon did not have to worry about feelings brewing between the two. She had helped their children, giving them life to grow.

He should be thankful.

Instead, he harbored a deepened dislike for her. The sly smirk that settled upon his maw, the twitching of excitement to grasp against her flesh. Chiharu remained emotionless, her gaze casting off toward the howl to signal their round had begun.

He had lunged but Chiharu had predicted his eagerness and that caused his downfall. Her form would duck, pushing beneath his belly and slithering on the other side. Jerking her form around her maw opening and searching for the man’s scruff.

Theme music

Rolling 1d5: 5

She felt the sting of teeth against her shoulder, his teeth would draw only a few drops of blood before she managed to escape from his grasp. A low growl settled into the air, her hackles bristling upward. Annoyance now settled along her maw, she had created a distance between them. Watching the male before her, his anger would be his downfall. She had done nothing to him… his anger was directed at the wrong person. Stemming from his insecurities, creating nothing but blinded rage.

“Stop being an idiot, Jaxxon.” Chiharu barked, her paws now moving toward him, “Think for yourself for once.” She lunged, aiming for his shoulder. Sinking her teeth deep into the muscles of his form, she wanted this to be over quickly. He would always live in his brother’s shadows. Did he want to? Jaxxon could have belonged to her if Joxer had implemented the marriage. He had decided that for himself. Chiharu was just a figure for the alliance, she knew Fujiwara needed numbers with the disappearance. The Saints could provide that.

There was just one final notion that needed to happen to secure the alliance. She felt her stomach churn, only squeezing harder into the man’s flesh. She no longer thought that the man before her was Jaxxon but Joxer. Why? Why had he managed to impregnate a mere slave before her?

Rolling 1d5: 5

Hues of greys and browns became a melting pot of teeth and snarls, the cheering had begun to dissipate. Those of the tournament had held their breath, keeping themselves on their paws. They each had a different reason to strike one another, the hatred had started as a simmer and now not even the lid of the pot was able to keep the boiling water at bay.

She felt his teeth grip against her hackles, her front paws elevating from the ground until she felt herself buckle beneath his weight. He had slammed her into the ground, mud now coating the side of her cheek. She would twist beneath his grasp, her belly now facing his own. She would push a paw upward, keeping him at bay by the throat. Hoping that he would lose air from her pushing harder along his windpipe.

Just as she felt her scruff release, she would pull her head back. Lips curled backward and just with the force she could muster she would head-butt him. The sound of skulls cracking against one another had caused the crowd to erupt. She had hoped it dazed him enough for her to stand up, a scream drew from her lips, “Screw you!” Just as she was about to lunge, she was taken back by two wolves who had stepped between them.

They were finished.

For now.

Chiharu’s blood dripped from the various teeth marks he had left over her body. Her body was wet with his saliva, teeth itching to grasp against the man’s flesh once more. He saw her as an enemy, well… he got one.