Dragonslayer, Warriors of the Dragons [ADVANCED, FOLLOW ADVANCED CLAUSE!/STARTED!!!]

[CeDeFiA]

OOC: 7,000th Post ;D

 

IC:

 

Harold laid there, fast asleep. While he was sleeping, his hand touched a chicken leg and magically picked it up and started eating it, while he was sleeping. The crowd around the tent were getting furious with what Harold has been doing. They were plotting to tear open a hole in the tent and heave the lard of what Harold was out and down a hill towards the river.

 

Harold, just sleeping and eating a chick leg heard none of this. He just turned over and fell on his stomach and his face into a tub of potato salad, which woke him up.

[Infinitus]

OOC: I, personally don't care if other people control NPC's (In most cases), but so you know, others may not like that. [/heads up]

 

IC: John had jumped down from the tree and followed the crowd to see what they were doing, when he peeked inside the tent to see the gluttonous mess that was splattered all over the tent. The group growled with anger and rage, and one picked Harold up by the collar, and said "Boy, you had better learn your place. NEVER get between me, and MY food!" When suddenly, a man yelled from the crowd, saying "Hey, it's MY food!" When a whole argument was started over who's food it was.

 

John knew that they would realize that they were bickering in a matter of minutes, so he decided to repay Harold. So, he walked over into the weapon tent right next to the dining hall, and "accidentally" fell into the rack of weapons, knocking them all over, and eventually bringing down the tent. The group stopped what they were doing when they heard the immense clatter of metal hitting metal, and wood falling to the ground. The ran to the tent, to see John laying on the ground.

 

John got up on his feet, and said to the men "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to knock over your weapons." Which eventually turned into a pound fest on John.

 

As the sun rised to noon after the whole event, John and his bruised face was looking over battle plans for the tournament.

[Hydra of Ages]

Claer panted as she felt the dampness of her sweat run down her neck. Attempting to ignore it, she skewered the next target on her long weapon, whipping out the heavy length of metal at speeds one wouldn't expect of such a wieldly weapon. Even more impressively, its bearer was covered in a wide-plated suit of dark metal, which at the moment, was conducting the bright sunlight of midday into the girl that was adorned in it.

 

Her legs were trembling and felt like they would buckle at any moment. She tried to ignore it and attacked the next target that was sent her way. She winced; though she had hit it, she was several inches off center.

 

"Claer!" she heard her father bark at her, holding the next target. "Do you wish to sleep? Is that what you want?" he yelled at her, tossing the next target towards him.

 

She stabbed it again, this time with perfect accuracy. "No, father." she said quickly. Despite this, sleep was the very thing she had been wanting; currently, she had been training for nearly 30 hours straight. She had been given meals frequently, lest her undernourishment lead to her body getting permanently damaged and jeopardizing her strength gain, but she was forced to eat them while under attack. Always under attack. She hadn't had a moment of peace for one second in those 30 seconds.

 

She attacked again. Nor had she taken off the bulky armor. Though the air outside was frigid, like the coastal camp of the Silver Hydra usually was, the noon sun beating upon her dark armor was slowly cooking her like a shellfish, she was sure. It drained her of water quicker than she in took it, which was worrying. Her worst case scenario was that she'd faint from heatstroke- and what would her father say about THAT? Taken down by the elements rather than an enemy?

 

She ignored her steadily blurring vision and attacked the next target.

[Infinitus]

It was the end of the day for John, and it was time for his last strategical study in his hard day of studying strategical options and resourcefulness. It was time to study the Tournament Protocall, Etiquette, and Process. He was studying how you obtain servants in the tournament, as well as how servants could be liberated. Not only that, he studied how the system of reigning clans worked. As it turned out, if the clan leader of the ruling clan is asassinated, then the clan who reigned the last 10 years ruled.

 

He began to wonder what would happen if he would obtain a servant. Apparently, the winner is the caretaker of the loser, except they can be ordered around to do whatever the winner wants them to do. He knew that if he were to obtain a servant, he would treat them with respect, rather than make them do whatever he tells them. His mind began to think about all the extremely large, and muslebound men he would have to face.

 

He then began to imagine if he were lucky enough to maybe get a female opponent, which at least don't scare him as much as a large muscle man would. He knew that female warriors could be as tough as men, but at least she wouldn't have a mental advantage over him.

 

He tried to focus on his studies, when he decided to let his mind wonder while at the same time focusing on his studies. Which of course led to the thought of having a female servant, which he knew that thought could lead to nothing good, so he pushed it away, hopefully never to be seen again.

[Infinitus]

OOC: Bump.

 

The next day, John woke up to the sound of rain and wind outside. He stared outside to see water drizzling the water-proof tents with sheet after sheet of water. He prepared for when the weather might be unpleasant, so he decided that he would examine his map of the tournament grounds, which he asked for from the leader of the Platinum Behemoth Clan. He studied it carefully, and began taking notes of escape plans in case things went awry, special attacks and resourceful tactics for the battle, and other things.

 

When in came one of the Generals of the Platinum Behemoth Clan, Jeremiah. Jeremiah explained "There will be a visiting clan coming to the camp, so be sure to be on your best behavior, and to put your best foot forward. Also, could you help set up the rain cover, so our visitors do not have to visit in unpleasant weather."

 

With a reluctant shrug, John nodded his head and followed Jeremiah outside to help set up the rain cover. John couldn't help but ask, as his mind began to wonder exactly who would be visiting us, and when. John then turned to Jeremiah as he grabbed the folded rain cover, and said "Hey, do you know who will be visiting us?" Jeremiah pinched the skin on the bridge of his nose, trying to remember exactly who it was that would be visiting. Just like that, as if a lamp had lit in his brain, he said "The Onyx Collossus."

[Hydra of Ages]

Claer groaned as she shifted in her bed slightly, lazily opening one eyelid. She groaned even at that effort. 'Wow...' she thought to herself. 'Even my eyelids are bruised...' she muttered. The previous day's training had been... beyond harsh. After the 35 hours of typical drills in her armor, she was forced to spar with the greatest weapon masters of the Clan, one after another, with no pauses in between. None of them had held back either, with some of their attacks easily able to break her bones if she had allowed them to connect.

 

And after THAT, she had entered her body conditioning- running, push ups, general work out techniques (obviously, with her armor still on). In total, the training had taken about three and a half days, with no sleeping in between.

 

Luckily, she had been given the next two days off to recover. She was grateful, even though they were supposed to be used working on her mind with a variety of puzzles and tests on strategy. She buried her face in her pillow, trying not to think of that.