Asmoday: Main Hall [Event/Dungeon/DE]

As each contestant entered through the gate they did not find themselves thrown around through space and time, or sail throughout some magical journey. It was just a bright white light followed by darkness until light flowed once more. All those who had signed up now found themselves facing a circle ring. Some might wonder how all the squares made a circle, and that answer may never arise. However, an answer would soon pop up for something else.

A loud boom would be heard from all around them. For those who had fought in the Colosseum, the sensation was the familiar but different as it seem amplified.


Annoucer:
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DUNGEON BEAST OF ALL AGES, WELCOME TO ANOTHER EXCITING ADDITION OF THE LIGHT TOURNAMENT!"
While this bit might have been confusing for those who just entered the Dungeon, those within were all but familiar. This was not the first time they had gathered fighters from this world to take part against fighters from other worlds or even the same world but long ago.  It was very simple, in here time and space like and Dungeon was under the Djinn's control.

The stands were filled with creatures from all over who knew where, and some from Reim. It was odd for those to be able to watch the interactions of what happened within a dungeon, but when the entire building was magical was there even anything that needed to be explained?

There was one black-haired woman in the stands looking down at the fighters from her world eagerly seeking which of them matched best with her. Which of them would care in all the right ways and which would do whatever it took to achieve those dreams they looked forward to.

The battle arena came into focus as lights shined onto it.


5 Fighters out of all the hundreds that had put their name down on the lift were strong enough to enter the gate. Those who were deemed weak were ported into the stands filling seats.  

The Announcer gave the crowd a chance to settle in and calm down a bit. "My Name is not important, but their names are!" He motioned towards the five fighters who had entered the Dungeon. Lights dimmed over the arena only focusing on the Announcer and the group of five who were standing in a small group.

Looking over the clipboard the Announcer started to put the names in memory.   "When your name is called please step up to the arena so you can get placed! Alright, folks let's give these guys a welcoming cheer huh? How about that, what a great crowd we have here! Yea! Alright!"


DM NOTES: Remember whatever you have approved before you post is what you have, make sure your vault is updated, make sure your gear is correct. Make sure you understand that this is a Death Enable thread, if you die you die. I don't care about your feelings if your character dies.  You can give up at any point if logical for your character to do so meaning if they can speak and or breath properly.  My Part as DM is to JUDGE you and what hits and misses from what I read. If I judge in a way you think is unfair I will bring it up with the others members of staff.   There are no other floors, no other threads this is where the Dungeon starts and ends.  This is a Tournament, there will be DM heals or such. IF you did not bring food or rest items they will not be provided for you.  Lastly, good luck. I hope you guys have fun.YOU HAVE 72 HRS TO REPLY.

Doubt began to surface in Zion's mind the moment he entered the gate. Nothing about the flash of white light matched what Caelus had told him about dungeons. Where was the golden tunnel and the beautiful spinning sphere? As the magician stepped forward and looked across the crowded stands it became apparent that there were many inhuman spectators among the masses. Perhaps too many. "Did Caelus lie to me? Or was he just mistaken in assuming all dungeons follow the same rules as Caim?..." Zion rubbed his chin as he muttered softly to himself. He didn't have enough information to make any solid conjecture on the matter. So the youth kept his suspicions to himself for now and looked upon the announcer who introduced the tournament.

When the lights shone down on the contenders Zion held an arm up to shield his eyes. He then turned and glanced from the edge of his hood at the others who had entered. It would appear that rather than dungeon beasts, their obstacles would be each other. Zion's inexperienced eye tried to gauge each of the challengers, but could not see through the depths of their strengths. The big human looked tough. The woman had brought many weapons and magic tools along as far as he could see. One man looked to be of almost otherworldly origin and the other...Zion blinked in surprised. It was Jason! The fanalis man that he had met not long ago in the Remano forum. The magician almost spoke to call out to the familiar face, but held his tongue and simply pulled the hood up harder to try and maintain his disguise. Even if Zion revealed himself to Jason, the latter would not recognize him as they had met while Zion was under a body transformation disguise.

Instead Zion kept to himself and shuffled off to the corner where he tried to appear inconspicuous as possible. His traveling cloak wrapped around his body reaching down to the stone floor, hiding as much of his gear and build from sight as possible. Beneath the cloak was a series of Magic Tools and weapons. The only one that was remotely exposed was the nightmare rifle at his back handing from a shoulder strap, but it had been deceptively wrapped in bandages to look like a sword rather than a firearm. At his waist was the Magoi Sword and Bloody Branch, each taking up respective sides of his hip. Beneath this robes was the Abyss Piercing Cloth wrapped tightly around his abdomen. On his right bicep, the Angel's Brace. On his left finger, the Devil's Light ring. Zion was surprised to find that he had forgotten to leave his Raijuu's Pipe behind, the magic item hidden in the breast pocket of his robes along with a Sharod of Solomon and a leaf-wrapped Juicy Sirloin and Onigiri that he'd likewise forgotten he'd brought with him. These were the most of his possessions he could bring that would be of use. Zion only hoped they would serve him well in the coming tournament.

A mix of unease and excitement bubbled up within Zion. He was here seeking the true meaning to "Greatness" but now his curiosity made him hungry to understand this strange dungeon that ran contrary to Caelus' account. The magician felt glad that he had managed to master a clairvoyance spell before coming here. Plans were already turning in his mind as he considered how best to use it. Zion would stand there silently pondering to himself until the first match was called.

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"What the fuck?"

And this was the story all about how Jason's world became upside down. His eyes glared at the entire audience, noticing the spectacle that beholds him. Everyone was...well everywhere. So many people were seated as if it felt bigger than the actual coliseum. What was worse was that this dark haired woman that rubbed him the wrong way. Was she evil? I mean, what is evil anyways?

Nevermind, Jason would never care for philosophical shit like that. Anywho, his eyes noticed the competitors near him at that moment. There was a weird hooded figure that Jason swears looked at him. He seemed the weirdest, just because he was secretive. His eyes point at someone who seemed just as athletic looking as he did. He seemed of Heliophat descent, something Jason could relate over. And finally there was a woman...a woman that wanted to talk to him.

"???"

His helmet was held to the side as his red eyes glare at this woman for a second. She seemed friendly...way too friendly. Why would she want to shake his hand? Jason was not quick to trust people, especially if they were his competitors.

"Call me Jason. You are a competitor and I want to keep it that way."

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While the group to the side tried to either introduce themselves or shield themselves from the others, the announcer waited. He was letting the build-up happen, letting the crowd get sucked into the mystery of who these fighters were and just what they could do.  At the top of the arena was an enclosed viewing area, Asmoday peered down at those who entered his domain.
"Well my Champions, let us see how you fare against you three. I sense two of them have been touched by my kind before.  Ah yes, now I see. Failures of Gamigan. Hahaha, well let's hope they do better here. Let us see which one joins your ranks. Go now, they are about to introduce the fighters. "  

Behind the Djinn three warriors, each of them had entered their version of the Tournament before and had won in the final round. Instead of deeming them unworthy and killing them Asmoday saw the greatness in them and offered them to remain as his students, learn how to work on their weakness, and become better warriors. Still, they were not worthy of his power. They lacked something.

The three left their Master and did as he said making way to their spots at ringside.  By this time, the announcer had lifted his microphone once more and had been telling those in the arena about the beverages and food stands as well as the restrooms located throughout the arena.  

"And now introducing the Fighters!" The entire area went dark. Those who did not have any type of dark vision could swear they had just gone blind.  The announcer's voice came in a more calm and collected tone this time.   "  Sword King,  Jason, That's it, Zubaidah Mansu,  The King of Worlds, The Phantom Lord Jahanghir, and Bone Saw."

As he finished saying each other the names, a circled light would shine down on each contestant revealing them once more.   While all attention was on them the three Champians of Asmoday entered the ring area across from those who had entered from the gate.  

"And now, for the champions of Light. Leo, Bosk, and Hamtaro."  

As before the light would shine down on each person as their name was called.  Those who had entered the Gate could finally see the others they would possibly be facing.  When the light shined down on Leo they would see a 3 1/2 Meter tall Lion Humanoid with Cursed Magic tools. It's not certain where the Dungeon Beast creature came from but it's clear he has experience in the Dungeon World. He wields a nasty Long sword with Cursed Magic making his physical prowess even worse to deal with. The Light then fell upon Bosk, a 2 1/2 Meter tall Lizard Humanoid with acid-stained teeth. For those unluckily enough to be too close to smell its breath, they would pick up the smell of rotting flesh and meat. The Scaled Beast has razor-sharp claws on the end of his fingers, has natural armor as well as an off-putting reddish-black glow to the item. The Red gem in the center seems to be the cause of the glow. The third and final member of the champions however would be hard for them to see from across the ring.  Hamtaro, a 150 mm (5.9 in) Tall Humanoid Mouse. Fitted with simple clothes and a cape that could easily be your misplaced Napkin from Lunch. His size is not to be a measure of his strength however, this simple-looking guy is Known as Hamtaro. He wields a (very)short-sword and is very quick on his feet.

Each of these warriors stood there waiting for the next part of the tournament to take place, the drafting of the fights.  

"And now to see who will be facing against who in the first round!   The lights faded from the fighters as the room started to brighten to a  dimmed setting. allowing the eyes of everyone to adjust slowly.   The announcer took out a pair of dice, each had 8 faces with people's names on them, the names of the fighters to be more exact.  Shaking them up he tossed them onto the floor as the names came up.  After doing so four times the first round of the tournament had been selected and was as the following.



"Leo and The King of Worlds, The Phantom Lord Jahanghir, please take the stage!

As the two made their way to the ring they would notice the  Ring diameter was 22 meters and had a height of 1.5 meters.  The announcer moved from the ring and waited for both fighters to take the stage.

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DM Notes: There will be no posting order, Jahan is the only one really needing to make the time frame, however, if you wish to move about or talk to the other NPCs or even among yourself feel free to do so.  From this point on Replies will be done every 48 hours.

Zion remained leaning against the wall as the attention shifted to veterans of this strange dungeon. The words spoken by the announcer brought excitement to the crowd, but to Zion they delivered only more doubts. Champions? Plural? The magician furrowed his brow. If this were some sort of test, some grand illusion formed by the djinn, then things would still have potential to match Caelus' description of a dungeon. But if the words were taken at face value then it meant that this tournament had taken place at least three times. There were three champions. But the djinn remained unclaimed. Things simply didn't add up. So did that mean this was all some elaborate trial put on by the dungeon after all? Zion was unsure.

"If I want answers, I will probably need to seek them out myself."

The youth muttered softly to himself, unaware that his words were in hearing distance of one competitor's sensitive ears. He stood from the wall he had been leaning on and looked at the displayed bracket for matches. It seemed his opponent was one of the former champions, Bosk. Thankfully he would not be fighting first and so there was time for him to go investigate his suspicions. Zion strolled around the outside of the area and approached the beast men who seemed to have had experience fighting here before.

"Greetings, Seniors."

Polite manners as had been taught to Zion were presented as he bowed his head lot and cupped his fist in salute to the fighters. The hooded figure was careful not to let the cloak open up too much from his gesture, but if the champions cared to look it was possible they might catch glimpse of the crimson blade and bone carved hilt at his belt. This gesture would make his Devil's Light ring become visible to them for sure however. What they chose to do with that information, he did not care. Zion did his best to put for genuine sincerity with his greeting.

"I was hoping one among you would be willing to grace me with your wisdom and experience. Could I ask which among you has been here longest? I would very much like to make all of your acquaintances either way.

Jahanghir was enveloped in the familiar light which casted him into the Dungeon, and when he apparated into the room behind Zubaidah and Jason he would watch his part-time lover attempt to engage with the red-headed younger fanalis. Was she trying to inspire jealousy within his heart? He couldn't tell from beyond her unusual coldness.

Jahan grinned in jest as the fanalis refused her of kindness, he kept his pace just behind them as he watched them all. He took in everything within the sunlight, the four of the competitors, and the raging of the crowd and the announcer. He absorbed all of it, and it was hard for himself to not hide a frown. He had to think, "these guys were all fools", and he believed it so.

For who here besides the Djinn truly understood the meaning of timelessness, the desire to be free.. Jahan's eyes traced the back of Zubaidah's heels as his worries traced the back of his mind. "Did she really wish to pay the toll for power?", "Did, she truly understand the feeling at the pit of his stomache?", he couldnt seperate himself from the danger of this place.

Even so he found himself chasing after her and he couldn't search his soul for an answer of why beyond love. The idea somehow brought a pain to his chest, "How much did Jahangir love Zubaidah?". Sure, they had been fast friends and quick lovers, they had bonded over life in a way to which the Heavens  would find simplicity, and even purity. Yet their bond had not been absolute, their dedication to each other had been different and even now as he walked in hand with Zubaidah's shadow he couldn't help but feel even more out of place. From beginning to end, she had always been in Jahan's arms, her subtle touch and radiance calming his spirit.

Yet that wasn't true, their was something else that stopped Jahanghir's step, it was a memory that alluded his touch, he couldnt come to place his mind on the matter. It was the memory of a person, and as he searched himself for the memory he became anxious again. His mind routed itself back to the Dungeon, his fists balled and his brows flustered.

"W-why did I come here?", Jahan wished for an answer to quell his regret, he thought he was here because he loved Zubaidah, because he wished for her to not go through his own punishment. Though as he looked at her for the first time he felt disdain.

As Jahan looked around at the world all he felt was disdain, the raging of the crowd and announcer, the foolishness of the mortals who he found himself in competition with and the ludicrosity of the Dungeon. It reminded him of that place, that place beyond understanding, the hell beyond human perception. Only a dungeon would have something as ridiculous as this place.

Jahan glared at the man anouncing the event as he rolled over his name presenting the warriors of light. They brought him even more anxiety, and it triggered something within Jahan; something cold and ominous a murderous aura. Jahan broke past Jason and Zubaidah, his strong shoulders and chest parting the two with ease as he bumped past their shoulders. He wouldn't look to Zubaidah this time, his mind was thinking differently than normal.

He took careful steps slowly towards the stage before he stepped onto the surface, and he dropped his arm, the Forces of the World hanging by his side. Aurangzeb shimmered across the World Kings shoulders, and his metal vessel clung tightly to his skull as if in placed by a mysterious flow of gravity. Hidden beneath his moslin silks that wrapped his body was a shard of solomon. Jahan stood at the edge of the ring awaiting his foe, and to which he snarled at.

A Lion. Jahanghir gritted his teeth, it was a familiar sight to him and he could almost merge his vision of Leongarddra with Leo who resembled him greatly. Jahanghir was pissed, he would be brought before a dungeon beast. "An enemy ", Jahan thought as his eyes bore daggers towards the Lion-Beast that was entering the stage. He had already made up in his mind, not mere moments ago but several decades by his time,"All Dungeon Beasts must Die". He grit his teeth, the only thing he could do to manage his nerves which left him near shaking with anxiety. He couldn't control the sensation, it overtook his body and wrestled with his mind. The emotion bottled up inside of him were underneath too much pressure, and unable to hold within the energy, Jahanghir roared.

The roar was loud, ominous and inhumane, to all of them that would hear it the man before them had no longer the aura of a human being. No man could make that sound, no normal man could raise his voice and speak to the heavens directly. The battle cry released from his soul and shook his body with adrenaline, and the crowd began to rage with him. As Jahan's battlecry ended he opened his mouth shouting loudly enough with his deep masculine voice, "For all of you fools who seek out strength, let this be your warning. Bow Down! Flee this realm! For there is only sure death for you who choose to face me."

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Leo Mang looked over to Jahan as the names filled the slots on the screen above. A low growl emitted from his mouth. Bosk chuckled as he looked over at the Zion who seemed to make his way towards the three Champions.   Bosk allowed the corner of his eyes to close as his lips spread wide showing the sharpened teeth Bosk used to rip flesh. Leo noted this as well but unfortunately had to enter the ring before he was disqualified.  Leo would look at Zion and offer a nod of respect, his large frame pushing towards the ring leaping up slightly as he stepped into the ring and headed to the Center stopping about 3 meters into the ring.

Bosk let out a chuckle as he placed his hands onto his sides. "The best advice I can give you, is forfeit and back out the tournament. I'm not sure what you are but it is more monster than any of us will ever be. " His S's were dragged out, his tongue coming out and shaking about when he pronounced them.   His eyes then trailed to Leo Mang, the first Champion of  The Light Tournament. "Leo there has been here the longest. I'm not sure how long that is due to the time flowing differently here as I am sure you are aware of or soon will be.   Listen, kid, you seem like you got a lot of living to do. I am serious you need to tap the ring three times when our match starts.  I am not looking to pick on the fragile. "  Bosk could tell the body of a swordsman and someone pretending to be one.  The cloak made it hard to tell the posture for certain, but the  Sword King lacked the wider shoulders and chest picking out as someone with a strong back from swinging a blade a thousand times a day for years.

Hamtaro looked up and let out a barely audible squeal, unless Zion spoke  Rodden he would probably not understand the small rat. The Rat however seemed to just stare at the cloaked figure. The look in his eyes almost showed pain, as if something was physically harming him.  His ears lowered, folding back as he let out a small squeal.

By this time Jahan had entered the ring, the first calmed and composed man now seemed annoyed, and after he had entered the ring he had let out a roar of sorts. Leo lifted a brow to the words of Jahan, a "king" as he called himself.   So this was a show of dominance?  Perhaps Leo would show him a true roar.  Leo took in a deep breath allowing the Magoi within his body to flow around his throat and vocal cords.

The Announcer lifted his hand and brought it straight down as he yelled out "Fighters ready? FIGHT!"

Once the announcer lifted their hand Leo drew his sword and entered his fighting stance, once he said fight Leo would push off the ground moving closer to Jahan. After his first step, he would open his mouth letting his Roar of the King bellow out in a 20-meter cone. He was currently 17 meters to the edge of the ring where Jahan had entered the ring.   As his roar would fill out the area, Leo gathered magoi in both the sword and necklace prepping his need of either spell if needed.   Leo lifted his blade ready to reach Jahan and slice him, though he would still need a few more steps before reaching strike range.

When the roar left Leo's mouth the Announcer let out an audible gasp.   "It's King versus King and roar versus roar. It is time to see who will become the victor of the test one can only call a test of Dominance."  Meanwhile the crowd was eating this up, every row had people already standing and shouting, the crowd seemed split 50/50 on who they wanted to win.  There was one woman however who had no impression of the two fightings just yet.  She would wait for the measuring stick to be put down and for the two to stop comparing and show her what they had.

While this Jahan did seem to have the name of a King and bestowed his warning around those around him to back off or die, she could not help but wonder if he could help her reclaim the power she wished to bring back her beloved. She would also have to figure out what is it he desired so she could help him achieve that as well.   She could see the flow of Ruhk starting to skirt around him, the white color building near his shoulders gave her a clue he might not be one she could pair with. He allowed faith to rules his life, though that could change with a little talk.  He would not be counted out from her selection just yet.

Bone Saw looked down at the woman who had spoken to the red-haired man next to her.   "Hey there girlie, why not spend your last moments with a real man like me. I'll knock those pretty little shoes so far off your feet you will forget you have legs. Hahahaha! "  His laugh came deep from his gut. He had heard the threat from Jahan, but truly this skinny pretty boy was supposed to scare him?

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DM Notes: 48 hours to Reply to Jahan. Zion you can smell the rotten flesh coming from Bosk's mouth as if he has flesh stuck in his teeth somewhere.  And you also notice Hamtaro is looking at you in a way that a prisoner or slave may that if forced to train and fight.

There was no sense of scorn from Zion when Leo prioritized his match against chatting leisurely with the magician. Zion understood that the beastman had more pressing matters to attend to. He was happy to have gotten at least some form of response from the other two. Bosk's breath hit the youth harder than his sharp words to be honest. Zion had seen corpses before, but he had never lingered around long enough to smell them turn to rot. The foul stench made his stomach turn and his face twist with disgust as he bowed to the veteran champions. It took no small amount of willpower for Zion to force his face back into a relatively amicable smile before raising from his bow. "Thank you for your warning, Bosk. Unfortunately, the answers I seek won't be found in forfeiting before facing a challenge. I'll have to trouble you to educate me on my failings once our match begins." Zion said in a pleasant tone. He was grateful to Bosk as his words had enlightened Zion on a few points.

Apparently the lizardman could see through Zion's true nature. This stunned Zion to some degree. This was his greatest kept secret after all. But Bosk didn't appear to think it mattered much. He was far different from those old magicians back in Magnostadt who would think to dissect him should they learn of his origins. This was part of why the magician maintained a friendly attitude with the toxic reptilian. It was also valuable to know that time flowed differently here. This was one aspect of dungeon's Caelus had not mentioned to him. Lastly, it was good to know that tapping the ring thrice could signal a forfeit. Zion had not heard of such a rule, but should things turn sour for him in battle and his voice fail him it was good that there was another way to spare himself from a fatal fate.

Zion then turned his attention to the ground where the tiny champion, Hamtaro, made a pair of squeaks and squeals that failed to convey any meaning. The small creature's expression and body language spoke volumes however. Strange. Though the rat was not human, Zion could still recognize the look in its eyes. They were the same as those slaves he'd seen at the underground auction. Listless and worn out from burden too heavy that had been carried for too long. Seeing the little guy react and stare moved Zion's heart. He frowned for just a moment before kneeling down onto one knee. "I'm sorry, I do not speak your tongue. But I hope you can understand mine." The magician reached into his robes and pulled out a fist sized wrapping of leaves.

It was then that Jahan roared and made his threat to all the other competitors. Zion winced at the loud cry and then raised a brow as he glanced in the proud fighter's direction. A mysterious smile played on his lips however and he ignored the boisterous man, turning his attention back to the small rodents. "My master says that men who like to shout are often small of heart. Those who are quiet are often the ones to be feared the most. You're pretty quiet, so perhaps I should fear you, eh?" As Zion spoke in gentle tones he slowly unfolded the leaves revealing a pristine Onigiri. Zion broke the rice ball in half and offered the piece to Hamtaro with a kind gaze and welcoming smile. "I'm not sure if your kind can eat this sort of thing. But please accept it."

Regardless of how Hamtaro took this gesture, Zion would not seek to reclaim that half of Onigiri and instead wrapped up his remaining half to return it to his robes. He would then stand and turn to face the fight with a solemn gaze as the battle began in earnest. Leo unleashing a mighty roar of his own. Zion clenched his fists tightly as he watched. Be it the presence of Jahan or the ferociousness of Leo, both made Zion feel as though he was a bit out of his league. His brave words to Hamtaro had been as much to convince himself as it was to convince the former champion. He hoped that Bosk wasn't right. That he wasn't just delivering himself up to his own death. There was still too much left for Zion to learn. Too much left undone. Thoughts of home and his father filled the youth's mind as he watched the battle play out from the sidelines.

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This was a sight to behold. What Jason witnessed was a bump that occurred from a rather stubborn man. Was Jason going to be apart of a couple scuffle again? As a bouncer, incidents like this was common place. Still, Jason could never expect such immaturity from people who might face each other in a tournament of death.

His eyes look towards Zuzu leaning on his shoulder. The Fanalis was tempted to move out of the way and allow her to hit the floor, but his inherent kindness was telling him to catch her. He used his arms gently, caught her as he immediately put herself back on her feet. His eyes squinted, with his mouth showing a clear case of disgust.

"You are supposed to be a warrior."

His mouth snarled as he looks back at the fight occurring. The proclamation from Jaja was intense, almost unrecognizable. This felt like the power of great warrior, something Jason could very well respect. Still, his attitude was another pet peeve added to Achilles's list.

On the other hand, the lion was clearly the most experienced. This had to do with his confidence and his mere first movements. This was an experienced warrior that Jaja had to be careful off.

Of course, another idiot arrives. This mofo named Bone Saw was now staring at Zuzu like prized meat. What a joke. Jason's care for situations like this was usually non-existent, but he really hated the stare on that guy.

"Fatso, get out of the way. I am trying to look at the fight."

His arms were crossed as the knighted man stared at the large human with a straight face. His red hair stayed still with his red eyes matching his demeanor.

The blood in his veins was still intoxicated off of anxiety, passion ,and courage. Every breathe he took now was in wait, he would not fall to Leo, that was not his fate.


Jahanghir's hairs would stand tall across his neck, his eyes stalked Leo, he took in order all of the Lion's physical traits subconsciously. His attitude and pride painted behind the irritation on his face and the movements he made with the tact and care of a seasoned warrior. He studied the presence of the Lion's powerful stance and he watched with care as the lion took in a deep breathe.

Jahanghir's Body recognized the subtle danger's of the man who surely would stand the mightiest before them all, had it not been for him. However this was far to familiar to Jahan, his paranoia and anxiety drove his hand to the edge. He knew what he was fighting against, he had known their kind and respected their strength.

These circumstances poured a shot of fear into his mind and his heart chased it down with bottle of anger. Malicious thoughts invaded The Phantom Lord's mind in the moments before the fight. He could see it now, 'Leo's corpse'; and it was a masterpiece of an art that he had worked in his mind. Painted in malice within his brain, he would not hesitate and just before, in those adrenaline soaked moments his heart would flicker black.


Then his heartrate would seem to slow down with time in an instant as the announcer drew his hand. Jahan's tiger-eye'd expression was equal to the orbs of dragons. He traced every movement his opponent would take. Jahanghir, prepared himself to pounce in God's due time. He kept his clawed hand open towards Leo. As The announcer's lips rolled across the word "FIGHT", Jahanghir casted his FORCES with an open palm simultaneously as Leo would push off the ground and the ability would form almost invisibly in the air in front of the charging Lions as he tried to complete his first step.

The magic formed a small 30 centimeter hole that attracted everything within 3 meters of it with an A tier of strength, and it was growing rapidly; trying to reach its full potential at 60 centimeters and devour Leo who was moving towards it. The Magic pulled at the Lions body's attempting to rip his only standing foot off the ground, and if Leo was unable to avoid it he would be pulled into the singularity like magic and Dealt A tier Damage upon contact, reducing whatever is touched by the expanding hole to microscopic dust. Leo's weapons might survive the damage albeit severely damaged by the voids incredible gravitational pressure.

For Jahanghir this was just a simple spell, and as soon as he casted it he had already raised his hand towards Leo and with one finger he fed THE FORCES OF THE WORLD, and fired a thin beam of singularity magic(Black Flying Star) towards Leo as he dealt with the Jahan's *elimination*. The Beam was a lethal ray and the tip of it acted as a singularity, it had an incredible gravitational force and Jahanghir controlled its flow ; which he would increase to reach up to 7 meters as it raced towards Leo at A tier speed.

When it came as close as 7 meters of Leo it would begin to stretch and compress his body, as well as pulling him towards itself with A tier strength. The Ray would turn Leo into a long strand of bloodied viscera if it made it within 7 meters of the Lion and even worse the effects of the two abilities gravities pressured the lion, and if he overcame one the other may have very well begin ripping his body to pieces.

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Notes- Jahan casts his Magic Function, as Leo makes a move for him, and then raises his hand to fire Black Flying Star

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Stamina- 410

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Outside the ring! Zion's words to Hamtaro would be met with a squeal of thanks and another for the food. Taking the small bit of food he would bend at the knees and leap up to Zion's shoulder attempting to take a seat upon his left should if Zion did not react and prevent the action, and followed this with a rubbing gesture nuzzling his head against the hood of Zion. As for Bosk he chose to focus on the match, there was some interesting to be learned in this fight, and Bosk would not miss it.

On the other side of the ring, Bonesaw would become flushed in the face feeling the touch of the woman upon his chest. "Oh my actions can speak plenty. Don't worry little man, it's not your fault women go for the big and strong type. Lucky for you I have something more important to do than teach you a lesson." With that said Bone saw attempted to wrap Zuzu in one hand and pull her closer to him.

Bone Saw:

Now to the action!

Within the ring the battle started quickly, Leo's motion interrupted by the pulling sensation he felt from Jahan's spell. The Lion lift his brows caught off by such a spell, he had never seen such a thing before. He did not wish to get close to it to figure out what it did. Leaning back he halted his movement taking all his strength to hold his ground as dust and debris started to get pulled towards the magic that Jahan had used. He stopped 2 1/2 meters away from the odd magic. As he started his halt Leo activated his necklace, a green light glowed from the eye of his necklace as a shield in the form of a  bubble covered him and his gear.  This shield was good for a single clash of A-tier damage.  Leo's experience in combat told him even though he could not see this spell, something was messing with his movements. Before he could even notice the 1st spell growing in size something happened.

Right after he had activated his shield, something struck instantly, breaking the bubble down. If not for the travel time of the spell Leo was sure he would have been hit and taken a major blow from this King. It seemed this tournament would not be as easy as others had been.  As Jahan's attack meet the shield he felt another pull towards it moving him a few centimeters before it would fade after meeting the shield.  As soon as the shield faltered Leo feeds magoi into the cursed item around his neck. Forming another shield. His shield did not just burst however, it had seemed to bend and warp before shattering. It was clear he was at a disadvantage. He had noticed he had moved slightly forward when the 2nd attack had met his shield before the two magics broke and faded.  What was he to do? He had no long-range attacks and his moment was locked to this spot until whatever was pulling him vanished.  All he could do for now was Flow magoi into his necklace and shield.

Battle tactics would start to flow into his brain. "Impressive, I have never seen the magic of this kind. I suppose the sword at your side is for fashion. " This was a ploy to try and have the dark-skinned man fight a more head-on battle, a battle Leo Mang thought he had the advantage of.

Actions: Stopped movement while activating magic item, spell vs spell clash (Checked with staff before writing the clash out, feel free to voice a different outcome though if you feel this is inaccurate) Applied another shield and used Talk my shit no-jutsu.



DM Notes: Zub is at risk of being pulled into Bone Saw's chest and also feels that Bone Saw accepts fate and feels like he is destined for great things in life. He feels aggression towards Jason while obviously flirtatious with Zub, Zion is having the mouse attempt to sit on his shoulder as he eats the rice ball.

48 hours to reply from this time.

The tiny champion ascending Zion's shoulder was an unexpected but welcome development. The magician reached up to scratch under Hamtaro's chin briefly. But his attention was soon drawn to the fight before him. The Singularity magic on display caused a mix of terror and excitement to flash across his face. Zion's clear blue eyes stared wide from beneath the hood. "Aberrant magic? A mix of strength and light...fascinating." The youth muttered to himself as he gulped down the lump that had formed in his throat. His mind absently forgetting that such an utterance would give away his nature as a magician. Thankfully he spoke softly enough that only the shoulder perched Hamtaro should be able to hear him under normal circumstances.

A new magic type was something to bring the magician's heart cause for joy, yet that excitement was checked by the grim reality that this powerful magic was in the hands of a potential opponent. There was no time for the magician to learn it for himself until after the dungeon. He would just have to deal with it using what he currently had. Zion's hand rubbed the Magoi Sword beneath his cloak as he wondered if it was sufficient to meet such a spell head on. Since Leo had been able to manage it with a shield of light magic, Zion felt that he too should be able to  suppress Jahan's Singularity. Though the truth of such a matter had to be tested before Zion could be sure.

The magician pondered magic formulae in his mind as he watched the fighters slowly escalate their match. He could see the other competitors from here, but did not pay them much mind. Jason seemed capable of taking care of himself even in the face of such a giant man. After all, the Fanalis' silhouette had seemed almost just as large when they'd met if one counted all those barrels Jason had been carrying! The woman entering Bonesaw's embrace had the behavior of a harlot from where Zion was standing, but he had little opinion of such acts one way or the other. After all, the born doll lacked sexual organs and his mind remained untainted by lust. It brought curiosity, if anything, as he could not know or understand why people indulged in such pleasures of the flesh.

"Hamtaro, Bosk. Which of these fighters do you think will win? You both know Leo better than I, but it seems to me like he is being suppressed."

Zion suddenly spoke up, his words intended more to drag his thoughts away from trying to decipher Singularity magic more than to actually garner any reliable answers. After all, the foul mouthed Bosk was less than friendly and Hamtaro could only manage squeaks and squeals in response.

Jahanghir's focus didn't falter for a second as he fired his singularity at Leo, he watched with keen eyes as the beam rocketed at the Lion at A tier speeds and Jahan reacted violently as his eyes sensed the green glow of Leo's Amulet. He responded by upping the flow of Magoi in his FORCES, causing the near invisible distortion to split in two.

Jahanghir's scaled attack would decimate the Lions shield, heading straight for the beast's skull, it destroyed everything within 7 meters of it with A tier damage. The Lions shield would warp, stretching and compressing before shattering just as instantly as the scaled attack would hit leo, stretching and compressing his upper torso towards the head of the singularity.

it would crush, rip, mend and warp the Lions body with A tier damage, and the gravitational pull would soon rip him off of his feet only for his body to be contorted, especially his brain into one long thin noodle. Nothing within its range would go unscathed, and it would be a miracle for the beast's body to be anything less than dead. His organs would paint the arena stage wet and sticky vermillion coat.

His organs and body unrecognizable, and if their was even a morsel of life left within the beast, Jahanghir would be right there prepared to end it.

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110/150 magoi (-10)

Black Flying Star has been sustained for the cost of 10 magoi. Continuing from my last post, Jahan increases the power of his attack as Leo activates the first use of his amulet.

Black Flying Star is effectively damaging everything within its 7 meters of range, Leo's whole body, his weapons and gear.

For Zuzu...

The pain was terrible. Her brain could feel all the sorrow Jason held with every second. Slavery was an awful thing, but Jason's mind made it worse. Images of his beatings flashed rapidly, showcasing Jason to be breaking with every moment. Other images would show the red haired Fanalis in a kid form, holding his knees together as he watched his friends scream in pain. Pain and rage. Those were the main emotions Zuzu could feel from his past. But, what Jason felt at that moment was a sense of responsibility. Who gave him that responsibility? Why is the desire for strength is so strong when there is no clear goal in mind? Maybe it was hard to tell what goal Jason had at the moment, but it was clear about one thing: he was ready to win this dungeon using his strength alone. He was not ready to deal with the drama. He had no distain for Zuzu, just wanted to show his predecessor his strength.

Back to the arena..

"I don't care about her, but you are really good at pissing me off."

Out of pure instinct, Jason's body moves toward the lady. His arms wrap around, in an attempt to move her out of the way of this giant. Hopefully, his Fanalis speed would be enough to escape Bonesaw's clutches. Of course, Jason wouldn't grab her for too long, dropping her on the floor if the move was successful.

Note: Jason tries to use his Fanalis speed to grab Zuzu out of the way before she was grabbed by Bonesaw.

Trait:

In the Ring:

After a devastating first attack combo, Jahan seemed to just stand there. Leo Mang had no idea what the cause of this was, he had felt he was in a good position to be pushed onto his heels but nothing, it was just the kind of breathing room he needed to close this gap.   Leo sustained his Cursed Necklace's Blight using the last of his sustains for the necklace. If he wished to use his shield again he would have to recast the spell, which would likely not be an issue. Leo activated Cursed Sword's Blight, the cursed Light magic emits from the cursed ornament of the weapon. As green light consumes the blade, applying decaying light burns to those they strike.  WIth both shield and sword ready Leo began to move towards Jahan once more, even the pull he had felt seconds earlier was gone.    Free to move, Leo kept himself aligned to the center of the ring, since at this time Jahan still had not moved there were about 15 meters of distances between the two.  Once more, the lion charged at Jahan trying to close the gap, flowing magoi into his throat as he did so, allowing his Roar of the King to once again travel the full 20 meters, in a cone fashion.  Leo just knew it had to work, if it did not what was all that time training within Asmoday's camp for? Giving up his life to become a true warrior, he would not die by standing around waiting for it to happen.  Unlocking his passion once more Magoi flowed throughout his armor, as he used Heart of the Lion. The item glowed as did all its items currently did. The green light flowed out his armor and sword as he did not move at A tier Fanalis speeds, and gained A tier Fanalis strength too.

Abilities:

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Outside the action

Zion would speak to Hamtaro, or perhaps not? His attention was fully on the action in the ring. Hamtaro used this to sneakily use his speed and size to sneak into Zion's cloak and see what other little goodies he had inside. He made sure to not try and move in ways that jerked and twisted, but he was a rat and this was no human. They smelt it upon him as could most animals. He had an unnatural smell.

Bosk on the other hand allowed his tongue to flicker several times before answering. "I had thought Leo would have ended this fight by now, I do not know why he is just standing there wasting time. This is unlike him, perhaps he is toying with the man from your world? " Bosk watched the shield warp and shatter. Still, he could not see or feel the pull of the first Spell Leo had reacted to, but seen the second.   "IF Leo can get in striking distance this fight will be over, if he is kept at length then he will lose."  Again his S's would be drawn out, every single one of them, his eyes fixed onto the match watching Jahan more than Leo.  

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Bone saw listened to Jason but did not reply, why talk to trash?  Zuzu however, had his full attention.
He did not resist her getting away from him and heard her word. So she wanted to see him fight before she'd bed him. Well, that would mean she would have to survive to watch his fight. "You have to survive that little Cub there if you wish to see me fight. Yea, that's a right redhead, I know whatcha are. I killed cubs like you every year in Battle.  You Fanalis think you're so strong and fast but this is what Big and touch is boy!"  Bone saw bent over slightly as he bellowed out another knee-slapping laugh.  

DM Notes: Jahan your Magoi will be 120/150. As discussed your lastest actions do not count as you failed to sustain before scaling.  48 hours to reply.

The Frustrations Jahan felt in the Dungeon overwhelmed him. The passion of the moments dwindled out of his core though as he stared Leo down, and he would finally come back to his senses. He watched the Lion struggle against his strength. If the God's didn't work miracles in his favor, he would surely have died. There was only one insignificant thought that had stopped Jahanghir. Was he really to kill all of these people in front of Zubaidah? To give Zubaidah the power she sought? Was that really what she desired?

Jahan Shook his head. He was prepared to support her growth in any way, did that mean he had to slay this beast for her today? Or was it her who should be proving her worth. Jahan waved his hand to the announcer, "I forfeit this match, I spare this beast. "

He would roll his eyes and head as he turned on his toes and stepped off the platform of the ring.

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i forfeit

The match came grinding to a halt after a brief but fierce exchange. As the two fighters stared each other down, Zion was surprised to find that Bosk responded to his question forthrightly. A raised brow accompanied a sideways glace from Zion whom tried not to breath in through his nose whilst the lizardman gave his opinion. Both of his brows quickly knitted together however and he was distracted by the furry little critter that was now rummaging through his cloak and attempting to get that the rice ball and meat hidden inside his robes. Zion listened as he patted himself down pawing for Hamtaro with hands gentle enough not to harm, but hopefully swift and firm enough to pull the hungry champion from his cloak.

"From my world, huh? Which world do you all hail from? Or is each of you from a different one?"

The words were directed towards Bosk, but should Zion's grasping hands find purchase and remove Hamtaro from crawling into his robes an offer would be next to leave the magician's thin lips. "Still hungry, eh?" A mischievous pair of crescents were formed by Zion's eyes as he thought now was a good time to try the thing that had come to mind earlier. "I'm willing to give you the rest of the rice ball, but only if you are willing to co-operate with me for a little magic. Don't worry, I won't ask you to throw your matches or anything like that. I just want to pry into the secrets of this place a little bit..." He would speak softly to the rodent, no small amount of temptation lacing his voice as an almost perverse desire for knowledge was reflected in the anticipating eyes he leveled at the creature.

It was then that the match suddenly ended by forfeit, but Zion couldn't be bothered with the outcome. His attention now fully on Hamtaro and their little deal he sought to strike.

As soon as the match had seemed to be going in Jahan's favor, it seemed he lost his will to fight. After hearing his forfeit, the announcer called an end to the Fight and Leo slowly started to end his run towards Jahan. Lowering his weapon Leo seemed confused about the match and looked up towards the Skybox with a puzzled look.   "Winner by forfeit, Leo Mang!" The crowd seemed displeased as did Leo. While he would take the win, it was not one he earned and it did not sit well with him. He turned and started to walk back towards Bosk, Hamtaro, and Zion sheathing his blade as he did so.  The screen above would show Leo's advancement to the Semi-Finals.



Meanwhile, Bosk only took his eyes off the fight once it was over blinking for a few seconds before turning back to Zion.   "I could not say, I was a fighter, a true warrior best of my tribe. I could not even say what the land I came from was called by others.  "

Hamtaro was caught in his actions, Zion assuming he was searching for food as the hand pats came from all around him. The Rat sighed a bit and scurred down Zion's leg and moved out from the immediate area of Zion rushing towards Bosk. He shook his head no as he let out three squeaks to answer Zion.  Hamtaro would not allow anyone to do any kind of magic on him before a fight. They were fighting with their lives on the line and there was no room to make a mistake such as letting one cast a spell upon him. He realized soon after he had eaten food from this man and that too could have been messed with and a ploy of this man.  

Leo joined the three of them and growled with disappointment. As for Jahan, after giving up the same bright white light that had teleported him into the stands had teleported him back outside the Dungeon. As would all those that would lose.  

In the Stands, Ren looked curiously, without even much of an idea of what had happened, the man she thought could be a King for her had vanished after losing the fight.  The man in white would appear near Ren and the two would have a small chat, then she would follow him elsewhere.

Back at the ringside, the Announcer was back in the ring.   "Well that fight was less than we hoped but what can you say besides you never know what to expect! Now let's move on to the 2nd match. Please welcome Jason, That's it! Let's not forget, Zubaidah Mansu. Which of these two warriors will walk away with their lives and move on to the 2nd round? Place your bets now folks. "


Time would allow each of them to get ready and enter the ring. After each of them had entered the announcer would wait about a minute to elapse before he would exit and the word "begin" would be said.
DM Notes: Zub Jason enter the ring and get ready to fight. As per normal PvP rules, I will not interfere unless god-modding or metagaming is suspected. make sure you are bolding the actions, listed abilities, and items used, and ensure you're adjusting your pools as needed. In 48 hours I will post as the Announcer and other NPC in the area.
Details of how posting for you two will be discussed in the discord.

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Zubaidah cast First Snow as fight starts, put a Night Talon into the ground at same time, casted Stabbing Talon from this Night Talon (see Spear of Shadow) towards Jason.

Magoi: 310/340

Stamina: 390/390

Abilities Used:

Zubaidah's Information:

It was painful to say the least. The huge human saw the downfall of Jason. The women say Jason as a small challenge. Jason saw himself at that moment clearly outmatched by many of the competitors.

His eyes watch as Jahan, the one who had the advantage of the entire match, forfeited and left the scene quickly. What did he realize that made the strong warrior leave? If anyone had a chance of winning the tournament, Jason had a feeling Jahan was one of the best candidates.

Also, really? Jason, That's It? He didn't realize the commentator made such a stupid mistake until now. Anywho, it wasn't the right time to get too angry.

Now the playing field was evened out. Jason didn't have words to give to either Zuzu or Bonesaw, just his expression was enough. He steps into the ring, carrying out his Sword of Sands on one hand with his Slime Tool on his other hand out wards with The Old One Armor properly worn and Lightning Flash as a slightly heavy necklace. Of course, he was already being attacked with a dangerous move that Jason couldn't hope to truly defend against....unless.

Using his Fanalis Speed and his mana pouring into his lightning tool to use Stimulating Shock Jason moves with like the wind, trying to dash his way out of the ability. Of course, it would be difficult to avoid all the damage. The distance between Zuzu and Jason gave him the time to react with his magic tool igniting his reaction speed to a high degree.

In the meantime, his body was already being slowed down. Still, Jason knew he needed to do something else to gain the upper hand. His arm reaches out to create a Slime Grenade that was flung towards Zuzu in attempts to trap her limbs, aiming for her arms.


Note: Jason uses his magic tool to increase his reaction time and fanalis speeds to try to dodge stabbing talon. In the meantime, he attempts to travel towards Zuzu and fire a slime grenade, trying to immobilize her arms.

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literally everything I have lol:

As the battle started it was unlike the first fight. Both warriors used their magic tools to give them advantages and tried to capitalize on the other. Everywhere within the area began to have snow fell as Zub fed magoi into her armor.  She also sent out some attacks towards Jason, but the speed of a Fanalis was nothing to gawk at.   "Ladies and Gentlemen what an exciting start to the second match! Already there is more happening in this fight than in the first. While all of you are nice and safe within your seats we in the arena are getting a bit of snowfall. I think it is safe to say there will be no snow angels being made in this match. Keep your eyes peeled Jason seems to wish to make quick work of his opponent!"

Meanwhile, Hamtaro jumped up to Leo and began to squeak information to Leo about Zion. All the nicknacks the small creature was able to see upon his person, though truth as it maybe was not very many before the Dungeon Beast of sorts had hidden his items well enough that the Rat was unable to see them in full or learn much about them.   Leo sighed and shook his head. then looked right into Zion's face though hidden by the hood. "You would do well to not share what little you have here. I urge you to play for yourself here. "

By this time Ren would be met by the Djinn, the two of them watching the fight side by side. The large blue man looked down at the second match with eager eyes.  While the Magi focused more on the fighter on the sideline.  The ruhk coming from him was very curious, though she supposed she would learn more about him when his match came to be. "Do you think we have our eye on the same one?" The Djinn chuckled and looked over to the magi. [color=blue] "It is possible. It is still unseen if anyone is even worthy of my power. Still, they are interesting.