The Twelve
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2004 5:12 am
(Note: This RP is freestyle, and closed. Sorry, dudes.)
"The Twelve"
The vast wasteland stretched out for miles. It wasn`t a desert, but there was no greenery anywhere. It was if there had been a monumental battle fought here years ago, the scars and memories of death and blood forever left behind in the soil. The first men to come to this island, the way it is now, had named it "The Killing Field".
Barely visible, on the horizon, was a hulking grey tower, stretching up into the clouds. It was the tower of the Killing Field Tournament, a tournament held every three years in honor of the battle fought here decades aeons ago. Previously, there had only been cash awards offered, however, this year. . .
The tournament commitee, a group of 7 highly-skilled bounty hunters who first started the tournament 24 years ago, announced the prize only three months ago, after 400 competitors had already applied. From that moment until the day of the tournament, the entrees jumped by over a thousand.
But why? What item could possibly entice so many warriors into trying their skills in the most infamous tournament in the world, known for its grueling elimination rounds and anything-goes battles?
The name of this item as well as where it was excavated are both kept in the shadows. The faces of the commitee members themselves are kept hidden, so no one knows how or why this item was brought to public eye. But it is said, that this item is the key to opening the door to the "Space-Time Continuum", the crux of the universe. What lies in there. . .is anybody`s guess.
Gathered today are these 1400 contestants, each one of them risking their lives to get their hands on the item. Most have already arrived, whether it be by boat, airship, or their own wings. Colors and shapes of all sizes of creatures have made their prescence here, as well as battle-scared bounty hunters to young, plucky warriors.
The beach of the island was as plain as the island itself, there was no sea life to be seen anywhere. The crowd of 1400 was growing impatient under the glare of the hot sun, and some adventurous people had already run off into the desert, never to return again.
"Hey, what if someone already broke in and took the prize?" a short, scrawny man with a round hat and a small backpack shouted. He was unshaven and had long scraggly hair, and his eyes were sunken in. "This thing is really dangerous! Do you know how many people are after it?"
". . .they wouldn`t let that happen." Another man, with dark braided hair in a ponytail, answered. His brown skin glistened in the sun as it shined off his mirrored sunglasses. He was wearing a green tunic with a bow strapped to his back.
"You sure?" the man said. "I dunno. . ."
"If you`re so unsure, just leave." the sunglassed man muttered. "You shouldn`t risk your life for something if you`re not 100% devoted to it."
"Hmph." the man said, turning away. "You talk big, you know. . .I hear that members of the Dark Zodiac have even shown up here."
"Don`t be a fool!" a third person, this time, a hulking ogre wearing rusted armor shouted. Spittle flew from his mouth, and the large axe on his back shook as he slung his body towards the scrawny man. "If they were here, that tower would be no more. Stop talking, no one wants to listen to your trash!"
The scrawny man shrugged, as if he was used to people talking to him that way. But he was soon drawn back to staring at the enigma in the distance. "I wonder. . ."
Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=molokidan>Molokidan</A] at: 11/7/04 6:17 am
"The Twelve"
The vast wasteland stretched out for miles. It wasn`t a desert, but there was no greenery anywhere. It was if there had been a monumental battle fought here years ago, the scars and memories of death and blood forever left behind in the soil. The first men to come to this island, the way it is now, had named it "The Killing Field".
Barely visible, on the horizon, was a hulking grey tower, stretching up into the clouds. It was the tower of the Killing Field Tournament, a tournament held every three years in honor of the battle fought here decades aeons ago. Previously, there had only been cash awards offered, however, this year. . .
The tournament commitee, a group of 7 highly-skilled bounty hunters who first started the tournament 24 years ago, announced the prize only three months ago, after 400 competitors had already applied. From that moment until the day of the tournament, the entrees jumped by over a thousand.
But why? What item could possibly entice so many warriors into trying their skills in the most infamous tournament in the world, known for its grueling elimination rounds and anything-goes battles?
The name of this item as well as where it was excavated are both kept in the shadows. The faces of the commitee members themselves are kept hidden, so no one knows how or why this item was brought to public eye. But it is said, that this item is the key to opening the door to the "Space-Time Continuum", the crux of the universe. What lies in there. . .is anybody`s guess.
Gathered today are these 1400 contestants, each one of them risking their lives to get their hands on the item. Most have already arrived, whether it be by boat, airship, or their own wings. Colors and shapes of all sizes of creatures have made their prescence here, as well as battle-scared bounty hunters to young, plucky warriors.
The beach of the island was as plain as the island itself, there was no sea life to be seen anywhere. The crowd of 1400 was growing impatient under the glare of the hot sun, and some adventurous people had already run off into the desert, never to return again.
"Hey, what if someone already broke in and took the prize?" a short, scrawny man with a round hat and a small backpack shouted. He was unshaven and had long scraggly hair, and his eyes were sunken in. "This thing is really dangerous! Do you know how many people are after it?"
". . .they wouldn`t let that happen." Another man, with dark braided hair in a ponytail, answered. His brown skin glistened in the sun as it shined off his mirrored sunglasses. He was wearing a green tunic with a bow strapped to his back.
"You sure?" the man said. "I dunno. . ."
"If you`re so unsure, just leave." the sunglassed man muttered. "You shouldn`t risk your life for something if you`re not 100% devoted to it."
"Hmph." the man said, turning away. "You talk big, you know. . .I hear that members of the Dark Zodiac have even shown up here."
"Don`t be a fool!" a third person, this time, a hulking ogre wearing rusted armor shouted. Spittle flew from his mouth, and the large axe on his back shook as he slung his body towards the scrawny man. "If they were here, that tower would be no more. Stop talking, no one wants to listen to your trash!"
The scrawny man shrugged, as if he was used to people talking to him that way. But he was soon drawn back to staring at the enigma in the distance. "I wonder. . ."
Edited by: [url=http://p068.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=molokidan>Molokidan</A] at: 11/7/04 6:17 am