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Notices are being pinned up around Human towns and cities. A message is written as follows:

"Humans of Oren, lay down your tools, sheath your swords and bare your knuckles, for a tournament will soon begin to test your strength and hand to hand combat. In two Elven days ((Sunday 27 Nov, 9pm GMT, 5pm EST)) in the Al'khazar arena, a great event will take place. Fist versus fist, wits versus wits. The winner will earn fame, vast reknown and be crowned arena champion, earning the right to set up the next event in the King's name.

Come one, come all, and fight with all your might, for only one can stand victorious, only one can be arena champion. Show us your strength, claim the title as your own!

This event is open to men and women of the Human race only. Fight with honour, fight with bravery, fight for fame!

If you have the guts, sign up below. We look forward to watching you fight! Good luck entrants, may the best knuckles win!"

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*Nico glances over the notice.

Interesting... Seems like I shall go out and train in arms to become the strongest!

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((I cant downgrade to participate but If the server updates in time I will participate))

Far off in the wilds, Dash comes upon a Human established village far from Al'khazar. They appear to be out of touch with the rest of the Human world by the way they act and look (Humans evolving into the Caveman Squidward NPCs).

A messenger bird is sent out daily to retrieve word from the rest of Oren and often returns with news letter parchments that keep the people of this lost village informed. This day It returned with the flier.

The big nosed, darkly tanned Humans were crowding around it when Dash walked up to ask about the commotion. Their accents are very bizarre but Dash Rogers is able to understand them enough to get the news out of them.

Immediately he becomes tense. Dash overly enjoys competition of all forms, and a Human hand to hand combat tournament is one he can truly excel at but he fears that even at his fastest, the trip out of the woods back to civilization would take too long and he may miss it.

No matter, he sets out leaving behind the odd town without another thought after sending a messenger crow of his own with his name to the facilitators.

*tied to the foot of the crow*

Sign me up, Dash Rogers, for the fist fight, though I may be fashionably late. I am coming from the Wilds now

((Sandy_Bandit))

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*Walks past with his Brother levor and has his brother read it to him* then braxis and levor bothin wanting in

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Sign me up to

-Rio Coconuts

(mc name = coconuta

i might not be able to attend though, since its very late :/)

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*signs up*

Is there armor allowed?

*thinks to himself* When did we have an arena?

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*A courier knocks on the door to Tom's office.*

"Come in."

"Sir, these are posted all over town."

*Tom casts his eyes over the note.*

*dips his fingers in his writing ink and draws tribal war paint onto his face*

"Sign. Me. Up."

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Will it be a fight to the death? If so sign me up.

((Does 30 minute rule apply?))

((whats that?))

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((whats that?))

((You cannot return to your death point for 30 minutes))

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