EVENT ✨ What is Camelot without a Tournament?

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Trumpets blow loudly to introduce the start of the tournament day. Everyone is invited to watch or participate. Those who would like to sign up need simply sign in for the competition they seek to join in on. Sign ups open at 8am, though you can sign up any time before the start of your competition category. There are different prizes listed for each category! In the sign-up area before the tournaments begin, there will be a number of entertainment shows going on: Some of the fae who were invited are giving enchanted body paintings. Once the painting is finished, they will travel across your body like a living tattoo. Please be sure to specify if you would like it to be permanent or temporary, and exactly what you want-- especially if you want a permanent one. In addition to the body painting, there will be a number of clowns playing pranks and giving out balloons that, when popped, completely cover the surrounding 5 feet in glow-in-the-dark glitter that smells of your favorite scent. Each one will smell different depending on who is smelling it. What's more is the glitter actually dissolves after 12 hours, so you don't have to worry about it never getting out of anything. Amazing! There are additional dance shows and parades going on through the town and near the sign-up area to draw people in, and little pop-up shops with merch you can buy to support the tournament-- cool t-shirts, sunglasses, hats, keychains, and more. Don't forget to download the Tournament Bets app so you can place money on your favorites to win and make bank! Maybe save some for the tavern afterward if things don't work out, though... or before you make any decisions, check out the castles' royal tea garden, beautifully decorated in a wide variety of wintery florals, which is set up and serving a delightful medley of teas with soothing effects. Just be careful-- each table has a magic grapevine that will communicate with another table, so you may end up hearing someone else's secrets on the grapevine... or just ending up with a fun conversation if you notice it before you say something you don't want to share. As the tournament gets underway, it starts off with all of the multiview screens taking focus on the royal viewing box. In it stands a man that we have not yet seen before, but who stands with an air of dignity. He's wearing a suit, and a crown, and looks confident despite that he has many reasons to be hesitant- he is back from the dead, after all. ”"My name is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. Many of you may have heard of me from your worlds I'm told, and many still may not have, but I will begin with an apology. I should have been there for those of you who arrived months ago and have been bravely pursuing this battle without leadership. I am afraid a few millennia of culture shock have thrown me off course and the Advent of the Kardashians in my studies has not helped these matters. But that is little excuse. From here on out, I will be with you in your journeys. Those who have questions of me, I will be offering an..." Merlin's voice comes in off-camera to help him out, since he's still not sure on all the lingo, offering "AMA" to assist, then Arthur continues. "An AMA to you all in the coming days. But for the time being, let us celebrate the wins and strides you all have made with a tournament. Those brave enough to enter, I hope to see you vying for knighthood and fighting alongside me in the days to come. For the love of Camelot!" The video ends and the first tournament event begins. The categories and prizes are as follows: Close-Quarters Melee (No Magic): Any non-projectile weapon is allowed. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last combatant standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Enchanted Sword, courtesy of the royal blacksmith and permanently enchanted by Merlin (Winner can choose what kind of effect they want upon contact with blade! IC choice, but must be approved by mods) Physical Healing: All physical wounds will be divided among healers. Participation in this event will yield monetary payment of 10,000G per person regardless of win, as it is an essential service. The first person to complete their patient load will win the competition. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Protective Charm Long-Range Firing Competition: Archers, gunsmen, slingshot, or any other projectile-firing weapons or magic may be used for precision aiming at long-distance targets, both still and moving. It is not permitted to fire at other competitors, but distracting, blocking, and otherwise creating interference with curses, shields, and so on is permitted. Causing injury to other competitors will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Item) Locked-and-Loading Projectile Purse Lunch: Lunch break! There are plenty of food stands available for anyone to purchase whatever food their heart desires, but for the competitive lot, there is a hot dog eating contest to participate in or enjoy. Let the ref know if you would prefer vegan hot dogs, as they are available. Prize: 20,000K; (Recipe) Instant Loperamide Animal & Hypnotic Obstacle Course: This one is for the animal and cognitive users. Use animal magic to direct a blindfolded animal or hypnotized peer through an obstacle course. Whichever team finishes the course first is the winner. (No one will question whether or not the hypnotized participant is there willingly, but make sure you discuss OOC.) Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Enchanted Gold Rose Dark & Light Submission: Dark magic users will be given instructions to utilize shadow magic to essentially swallow their light opponent into a vat of darkness and pull them into pitch-black dungeons underground. Light magic users are to utilize their light magic to overwhelm the shadows and prevent themselves from being pulled under. Light magic users are given intsructions to create hardlight bindings to stop their dark magic opponents from controlling the shadows. Whoever secures their opponent first wins. (Multiple winners.) Prize: 10,000G; (Potion) Countercurse Alchemy & Kinetic Animated Battles: An alchemist and a kinetic user pair up to alchemize a warrior of their choosing. It can be made of any material you like-- stone, straw, brick, mud, steel, whatever, but it must be made to be mobile and armed as you please, as kinetic users will then be tasked with animating various parts of the body and fighting the alchemists's creations against each other. Prize: 50,000G to each member of the winning team; (Potion) Animatia Single Element Knock-Out: Elemental magic users may select one element to fight with. Each magic user is given their own platform in a pool. The goal is to knock your opponents into the water. Note: The water of the pool is not usable in the competition; using the pool will result in disqualification. You can jump from platform to platform to avoid hits but leaving the pool area will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Glowstick Magical Melee: Like the close-quarters free-for-all, any magic type may join in. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last mage standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Channeling Staff Anyone who participates will get the following: A big thank you, a free meal ticket redeemable at any food stand during lunch, and (Recipe) Cool Firework. Reminder that players who want their character to win should sign up on the plotting post here. You can thread anything out on the log. Please sign up before 11:59pm on Friday 1/22. Results will be drawn live if we can figure out an easy way to do that and posted on Saturday.

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Maribelle | Fire Emblem Awakening | Open

[troubadamsel]

Royal Tea Garden

[ Maribelle is thrilled - finally, something civilized! She gladly takes a spot, sighing happily after a good sip. ]

Gods above, I feel it's been ages since I've lasted had a decent cup of tea... Given how barbarian this place can be, I was starting to think a decent tea set was a thing of fantasy. Making me re-learn my magic, my tomes are essentially useless, my gallant war stallion has been reduced to a mere imp of a horse...

[ She's yet to realize her venting could be heard through the grapevine... although you're free to simply up and sit with her. You rude commoners. ]

Tournament

[ More interested in the money for merely entering than actually winning, Maribelle has joined the Physical Healing match. ]

What is this, a canker sore?! Get out of the way! I will not use my magic to heal anything less than major importance! Honestly... Who do these people think I am?

[ Feel free to be either a patient she's healing, or another member of the match. Either way, you do get to hear her whining. ]

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Tournament

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin sure as hell did not have a lot of experience with magic, and even less so with healing, but he figured the tournament would be a good place to learn some tricks, or at least better learn how to control his magic.]

[Notebook out, ready to take notes, he watches Maribelle blatantly dismiss almost every one who comes her way.]

...You know, I know we don't score points on bedside manner? But would it kill you to like...help someone?

...Like at all?

[Hi, my name is Darin and I like walking face first into volatile situations.]

[troubadamsel]

[ You've heard of giving someone the stink-eye? Maribelle is giving Darin the full-on-ungodly-stench-eye. ]

I will help those who NEED help, not someone whining over a blister under their armpit or a stubborn splinter in their thumb! Magic is not to be wasted on such... petty grievances!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Okay but like...half of them don't realize what's wrong, just that they feel pain and discomfort.

How can you consider healing people a waste of time? If someone needs help, you should give it, no matter the reason!

[Yeah, Darin's gotten stink eyes before. Stench eyes too! He doesn't give one good gods damn about it. He's just gonna snark right on back~!]

[troubadamsel]

I have been on the battlefield for years! I can tell at a glance what's serious and what's not! I'll not have you dirty my reputation when you barely even know who I am!

[ Aaand now the two of them are falling behind because of bickering. A+ work. ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Oh man see this hill? This hill right here? This is the hill he's choosing to die on. Sorry, Maribelle.]

And I've spent most of my life training with knights! It shouldn't matter what's serious, the point of a healer is to bring comfort! Whether that's through magic or just being there for someone in pain! You're dirtying your own reputation by being a snob about it!

[troubadamsel]

You know nothing about my profession! We save lives, we do not bend over backwards for a broken nail! People have to be able to take care of themselves up to a certain point, or otherwise they'll be come lazy lay-abouts who whine over a mere stomachache!

[ yeah don't mind the other patients that are kinda. scooting away from all this. ]

Royal Tea Garden

[alchemists]

[ Elfnein overheard everything from her table and decided that going over and taking a sit would be a good idea to try and spark some conversation. ]

Hello, the tea being served is extremely delicious isn't it?

[troubadamsel]

[ For now, Mairbelle has no suspicions she was overheard, and instead just assumes this young lady desired some wonderful company. Why not? ]

Oh, yes. The flavor, the texture, the scent... I could scarcely have picked out a better blend myself.

[alchemists]

I wonder if they'll be selling it, I'd love to buy some to brew later.

[ The tea has had the nice relaxing effect on Elfnein, it's perfect for drinking after a long day. ]

[troubadamsel]

A tempting idea... but one must be careful. There are sneaky rouges who think they can sell items at ridiculous prices merely because royals use the same things.

[ Ah yes, let's spread some wisdom to the poorer masses! ]

[alchemists]

But, if it's being sold by people that are running this festival event wouldn't the price be fixed?

[troubadamsel]

One would hope so... but that assumes we can trust every single person here. They haven't quite earned that with me.

tournament;

[omnistriker]

[ ...Ah, here she'd been hoping to get a quick pick-me-up before the next match. The last one had taken a bit of a toll on her, and she's sore all over. The gloves hadn't done much to stop her knuckles from bleeding the last round, but she can't say she's on her way to death's door -which is good. But also probably means she might have to do more convincing to get a heal from the very boisterous woman carrying a parasol.

Her cheeks do puff out a little before she fixes said young woman with a determined look. Here she goes: ]

You're not going to win with that attitude. Isn't it part of a healer's oath to take care of any wound or sickness, no matter how big or small? And isn't it true you get a nice monetary prize with the more patients you heal?

[ Meaning the quicker they get this over with, the better it is for the both of them. ]

[troubadamsel]

I'm not here to win. And making up oaths about professions you know nothing about is nothing short of foolish.

[ That said... she does see the other woman's bloody knuckles, and after she frowns, she takes the hand and holds it up. ]

Try not to move your hand, if you would.

[ Apparently, THIS injury is worthy of her attention, as she begins to cast her magic. ]

[omnistriker]

[ Well, it worked, didn't it? Albeit, Tifa isn't sure how much effect her lecturing really had, but she does carefully remove her gloves to give the healer more access to her bloodied and bruised fists. ]

Is this better? And it's not made up where I'm from. Not everyone can afford the best care, but our medics still do what they can. I think you can learn a bit from them.

[ She knows not everyone can afford to be that altruistic, but even those who can't afford it still manage to do so on occasion... ]

[troubadamsel]

And I think you can afford to listen before you speak, or at least keep judgements that are made up of assumptions to yourself.

[ So, no, the lecture didn't have an effect. But Maribelle is getting to work on healing the knuckles. ]

It's not a matter of what a patient can afford in this world, but what the healer can. If I wind up getting exhausted and worn out healing thumb pricks and a sore tooth, I won't have the magic and energy needed when someone with a serious injury, such as yourself, needs me.

[omnistriker]

I don't know... it's difficult to make a fist with a broken thumb.

[ A small tease, but she does understand where the healer is coming from. ]

Fortunately, I think most of the injured from the tournament have graver injuries than that. Could it really hurt to be a bit more open-minded?

[ She'd have a hard time turning anyone away if she were in her place, having already seen the hardships that many have had to suffer through when there is no law or system to take care of them. ]

[troubadamsel]

I've been a professional healer for years. I can tell at a glance the serious from the ridiculous.

This place have taken away my original abilities, but my keen sense of observation is not so easily stolen!

[ Maribelle has done nothing wrong in her life, ever. ]

tournament

[omnicrafter]

[Ah. It's been a while since she's run into a healer like this, but it's still one of Irhya's easiest rage buttons to push. And, unfortunately, Maribelle is hitting it hard. Lidding her eyes slightly, she reaches for her wrist and clamps down. The smile on her face is not a happy one.]

It won't be so funny when it's you who has the grievous wound someday, will it?

[Is that a threat or a warning? Hard to tell.]

Twelve help me, I should've just done it myself...

[troubadamsel]

[ Maribelle is not so easily threatened, glaring daggers right back. If only her damned tomes from her home realm would work! ]

Unhand me this instant! Don't tell me you're really so foolish as to openly menace me in front of spectators!

[omnicrafter]

[Her jaw sets, and there is a tense moment where she weighs her options. True, perhaps being aggressive in front of other people isn't a great look, but how much effort does she want to go to when she could just... do it herself?

So Irhya relinquishes her wrist and instead tries to clear her mind and focus on healing her own damn wounds. It's a sight more difficult than doing it for someone else, but she has plenty of time, at least.]

And to think I volunteered and everything... I can't stand healers who think they get to decide who lives and who dies based on personal bias.

[troubadamsel]

[ Maribelle waves her hand, as if flicking off an insect. ]

And I can't stand people who assume they know the beginning and end of every single person they meet within seconds of knowing them. I do hope you're not so irrational when there's an actual battle to face.

[omnicrafter]

[Nobles. Godsdamnit. Irhya makes a sour face, despite not looking directly at her.]

Am I wrong? I sure don't see you helping, at least. And not just me, with anyone. Why enter if you're not going to bother?

[troubadamsel]

I have bothered those with actual injuries. If you have enough strength to gripe and threaten, I doubt you need anyone's help.

Feel free to prove me wrong, if you can show me where you are truly pained.