Second Blackmont Regional Tournament

[Coaster 2086]

Fliers are stuck onto the various notice boards of the major towns and cities of the Holy Oren Empire, bearing forefront the Flayed Man of Blackmont. 

 

 

 

Let it be known, that on ((April 27th, 3pm EST)) there will be held,in the capital of this Empire the Second Regional Blackmont Tournament!

 

In this festivity, only those who have taken their oaths as men of the Dreadfort may participate, though any are welcome to come and spectate. 

 

Activities and Prizes: 

 

Unblooded Brawl: In this instance, those men who have only recently joined and not proved themselves as capable of wearing the Red will fight with their fists, once in a free for all, another time with a bracket. 

 

Prizes -

Free-for-all: A promotion, as well as thirty-two iron ingots

Bracket: The winner receives thirty-two iron ingots and sixteen golden ingots and a promotion, while the runner up receives a brand new set of iron armor and a promotion.

 

Team Battle: Two teams, each headed by a Captain will fight with fists until one proves victor!

 

Prizes - For the winning team, 8 iron ingots per man.

 

Battle Royal: Every man for himself! All the men are arrayed into the arena, and are pitted against each other in one, large, cumulative battle with their fists! Last man standing wins!

 

Prizes - The last man standing receives thirty-two iron ingots and a new suit of iron armor.

 

Grand Bracket: All competitors compiled into a bracket, and made to fight until a clear victor emerges!

 

Prizes - The winner receives the title, "The Champion of the Dreadfort", a suit of golden armor, and sixty-four iron ingots!

 

Additional promotions and reorganization will take place after prizes have been given out. Also, a ceremony regarding some of our fallen brothers, Magnus the Great, and Scar Eye the SmallJon

 

Good luck! Kisses and Hugs - Augustus Blackmont

[seannie 7443]

Hawk ends up seeing one of the flyers in some major town in Oren, reading it over, he says to himself, "Oh, an other tourney, might as well attend!" He walks off, thinking of the soon-to-come tourney.

[darth sithlord 306]

* Bennidict strides up to one of the flyers. He scans his eyes over it, a quite laughter falling from his mouth. He then walks off into the distance, thinking about preparing for the tournament.  

 

( Attending. )

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

Xander prepares for hand-to-hand combat. Still finding it hard to fight without a bow, he continues and progresses each day. When he takes a rest Aeries runs down to him alerting Xander of the tournament.

[lemontide331 1615]

Sour Alyn pauses on his shadow boxing as he scans over one of the fliers. He nods and heads back to his training. 

 

(Attending)

[SirSnowMan 318]

Ailred walks through Salvus, not really doing much but screwing around. He spots the poster, and begins to read it. "Ah... This should be great!"

[the GOAT of the craft 606]

Rhazev pops a notice underneath a flier. It simply reads;

 

"I'll be there. 

-Rhazev"

[Nworb Mas 85]

*Galdor strolls into Salvus and see's the flyer. He walks up to it, nodding as he reads*

 

*He walks away after he has read all that needs to be read, going off to prepare*

 

(Attending)

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*Ivan Bronte scans over the poster*

 

"Hmm I should come and spectate the power of Augustus Blackmont."

[Mizu/Uzim 694]

*Looks at the poster shrugging as he throws over his hood* "Time to whoop some nice round booty"

[Vekrus 396]

*Fletcher nods* 

 

"This should be fun."

[Munch 176]

*Scans over the poster, brushing his fingers through his goatie*

"Another tournament? Excellent."

*Lenny walks off into the sunset - performing star-jumps as he leaves*

 

(Attending)

[Urahra 5781]

What would he do if she showed up?

 

Lorin found herself staring at the notice posted on the board outside the capitol arena, where the tournament would be taking place a few elven days from now. She had received no letter slipped under her door, no notice sent to her family. By all accounts, it seemed that her dear, beloved husband didn't want his sweet wife to attend. Lorin could not say she was surprised. Unconsciously, she raised her hand to her cheek. The last time she'd met her husband, he'd slapped her across the face with an iron gauntlet. The sharp metal had torn her skin and left her with a small scar across her right cheek. Perhaps she'd deserved it. She was smarter than to mouth off to one of the most powerful, deadly men in Oren. Still, she couldn't control herself. Her son's happiness and future had been on the line. The reason he'd slapped her was because she demanded access to see her son and Blackmont had...disagreed.

 

Tiberius. Lorin couldn't forget what Blackmont had said. "If that boy is going to command men like these, I don't think he needs a mother's love." Without a doubt, Blackmont would bring his son to the tournament. He'd want Tiberius to witness the bloodshed - to help him grow accustomed to the alarming sights and sounds of battle. Though Blackmont had eventually acquiesced and said that Lorin might one day be able to see her son again, she had heard nothing from him since. This was her chance. If she could just see Tiberius again, have a moment or two alone with him...

 

"He can't hurt me," she mutters to herself, still touching her cheek. "He won't risk a war with House Chivay..." Yes, he could smack her around. Punch her. Kick her. He could have his men forcefully remove her, but he couldn't kill her. Lorin wouldn't forget the look on her uncle's face when she came home with her cheek bruised and bloodied. He'd come close to severing their alliance - he'd only refrained because Lorin had begged him not to. After all, Blackmont still had her son and Lorin wouldn't risk damaging Tiberius. 

 

She smiled a little. With a vicious twist of her wrist, she snatched the flyer off the noticeboard and crumpled it in her hands. "Hope you saved a seat for me, husband dear."

[_pok_ 1768]

"Ready."

[empirerebel 305]

*Notices the boards and he ponders to himself for a moment then decides he will go.*