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+ | ==Round 6 - Melee Tournament== | ||
+ | Basic Reward: +15 points | ||
+ | Crowd's Favourite: +6 points - Lexis (For dismounting and capturing Linden - Runner Up) | ||
+ | +5 Points for winning Round 1 of the Melee Tournament(Wild Card will get this for free) | ||
+ | +10 Points for winning Round 2 of the Melee Tournament | ||
+ | +20 Points for winning the tournament | ||
+ | +5 Points for becoming the runner up. | ||
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+ | ===Quarter Final I: Lexis vs Rojak=== | ||
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+ | The mud squelched underfoot as Lexis surveyed the battlefield. Rain pelted down, turning the tiltyard into a treacherous mess. Across from him, Rojak, a brute of a man, bellowed orders to his men. The opening clash was a muddy brawl. Lexis, known more for wit than brute strength, targeted Rojak's weakest link, the hulking but easily flustered fourth thug. A well-placed blow sent the man reeling, his blood mixing with the mud in a gruesome spectacle. Rojak charged at Lexis, landing a glancing blow that left a shallow scratch on Lexis' armor. But it was Lexis' men, drilled in a disciplined line tactic, who pushed Rojak's thugs back. The demoralizing effect was immediate. Rojak's third thug, perhaps from the stress of the chaotic fight, crumpled to the ground, a heart attack claiming him mid-scream.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Turn Two brought no respite from the mud. Lexis repeated his tactic, the sight of his opponent's blood turning Rojak's third thug, already wounded, into a blubbering mess. Rojak, desperate, targeted Lexis' second peasant, wounding him. This time, however, Rojak's men found a gap in Lexis' line and flanked them, forcing Lexis' men to retreat. Panic flickered in the eyes of Lexis' eleventh peasant, his grip on his spear white-knuckled.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The terrain shifted in Turn Three. The mud gave way to a flat, hard surface, favoring mobility. This was Lexis' chance. He charged, his lance finding its mark. Rojak's fourth thug, already weakened and terrified, went down for good. Rojak fought back by finishing off Lexis' eleventh peasant. Lexis' line tactic, ridiculed by some for its unorthodoxy, had proven its worth. It thwarted Rojak's flanking maneuver, and with the loss of his last proper fighter - his first thug, Rojak was exposed.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Round four saw the arena transform into a dense forest. This favored Rojak, a skilled horseman. He weaved through the makeshift trees, Lexis and his men struggling to surround him. Rojak fought like a cornered animal, his blade a whirlwind, landing another hit on Lexis.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The final round brought them back to the standard arena floor. Lexis and his men, battered but determined, renewed their attempt to dismount Rojak. The brute clung to his horse with surprising agility, almost tumbling down but miraculously regaining his balance. Another peasant was injured by Rojak's desperate swings.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Exhausted but unbroken, both sides retreated. The crowd roared, the outcome unclear. However, the rules were clear. Lexis, with his superior strategy evident in three out of five rounds, was declared the victor. Rojak, defeated and alone, slumped in his saddle, a stark contrast to Lexis who raised his bloodied spear in salute to the cheering crowd. The unorthodox tactician had triumphed, proving that brains could overpower brute force even in the brutal world of the medieval melee.</p> | ||
+ | (Lexis advances to the next tournament round) | ||
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+ | ===Quarter Final II: Galandric vs Lance=== | ||
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+ | <p>Sunlight dappled through the makeshift forest as Galandric, a steely glint in his eyes, charged through the trees. His lance found its mark, sending Lance's fourth hunter sprawling. Lance, a cunning knight, retaliated, his lance finding a gap in the armor of Galandric's second Baelrican Blademaster, drawing a bead of sweat on the elite soldier's brow. But it was Lance's men who stole the show. They executed their infamous Ace tactic with deadly precision, overwhelming Galandric's static Hold Position formation. Even Galandric's usually unflappable second Blademaster couldn't hide a flicker of worry.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Turn Two saw the forest vanish, replaced by a vast, flat expanse. This favored mounted combat, a clear advantage for knights. Galandric charged, his lance a blur, catching Lance squarely in the chest. Lance reeled but held his ground, returning the favor with a lance of his own. Galandric, though winded, remained mounted. Seeing this, Galandric's elite Blademasters held their ground, a wall of steel waiting for Lance's men to charge. Lance watched in frustration as his men, lured by the small open field amongst the woods, predictably ran straight into the trap. The clash was brutal, and Lance's first hunter, witnessing the carnage, turned a sickly shade of green. Adding to the chaos, Lance's hulking Treeman, seemingly overcome by the frenzy, turned his wooden arms on one of Lance's own Blademasters, luckily inflicting only minor scratch.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Back to the forest they went in round three, the terrain favoring chaos and aggression. Galandric, a skilled horseman even amongst the trees, skewered Lance's Treeman with his lance. Lance, undeterred, landed his lance with all his might at Galandric's second Blademaster. The heavy armor held, but the sheer force of the blow left the soldier visibly shaken. Recognizing the chaos, Galandric's remaining Blademasters abandoned their hold position and flanked Lance's men mid-Strike Together formation. The maneuver caused confusion, and both sides faltered. Galandric's third Blademaster and Lance's fourth hunter, demoralized by the swirling battle, seemed ready to throw down their weapons. The madness even reached Lance's Treeman again, this time the giant inexplicably attacking himself, swinging his arms wildly and sustaining minor injuries.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Round four saw another forest rise, and Galandric repeated his successful tactic, finding the Treeman with his lance once more. Lance retaliated, wounding Galandric's third Blademaster with a well-placed lance blow. But Galandric's flanking maneuver proved too much for Lance's men again. This time, the surprise charge completely disrupted their formation, leaving them scrambling for defense.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The final round brought them back to flat ground. Galandric, seizing the moment, launched a brutal charge, his lance seriously injuring Lance's Blademaster with a sickening thud. Lance, however, managed to land a blow on Galandric's third Blademaster, evening the score in terms of injuries. But it was Lance's men who delivered the final blow. With a desperate "Strike Together" cry, they overwhelmed Galandric's flanking force, leaving their Orzian Skirmisher visibly shaken.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The horn blared, signaling the end. Both sides, battered and bruised, retreated. The crowd roared, unsure who to hail as victor. The judges, after a tense deliberation, announced their decision. It was a close call, but the higher tally of injuries sustained by Lance's men swayed the judges in Galandric's favor. Galandric raised his lance in a bloody salute, a grim victor on a battlefield where both sides had displayed remarkable skill and resilience.</p> | ||
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+ | ===Quarter Final III: Njal vs Samson=== | ||
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+ | <p>The air crackled with anticipation as Njal and Samson, both renowned for their fiery lances, faced off. A muddy slick covered the arena, courtesy of the mischievous wizards, forcing a brawl over intricate footwork. Njal, ever the aggressor, wasted no time. His lance erupted in a plume of flame, the detonation nearly dislodging Samson from his steed. Samson roared in defiance, aiming his own lance not at Njal, but at the hulking brute flanking him. The fiery projectile fizzled harmlessly, but the impact sent a spray of blood from the fourth thug's shoulder. Sensing an opportunity, Samson's men, renowned for their dragon tamer tactic, charged. A wave of steel and fury crashed against Njal's forces, who had opted for a head-on charge. The clash was brutal. Njal's fourth thug crumpled under the onslaught, fear etched on his face.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The terrain shimmered, transforming into a dense forest. Njal, ever the strategist, used the trees for cover. His lance found its mark, embedding itself in the shoulder of Aylwinic Auxiliary, the best man under Samson's command. Samson, fueled by rage, retaliated, his blade leaving a searing mark on Njal's armor. But Njal was undeterred. With a guttural yell, he rallied his men. They barreled through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of disoriented and wounded Samson's men in their wake.<br /> | ||
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+ | The ground shuddered as the arena transformed into a flat, dusty plain. Undeterred by the shifting landscape, Njal and Samson locked eyes, their gazes sparking with renewed determination. Njal unleashed a fiery blast from his lance, the searing projectile finding its mark in the chest of Samson's third hunter, who crumpled with a scream. Enraged, Samson roared a challenge and charged, his blade a blur of steel. It glanced off Njal's sturdy armor, showering sparks as Njal held firm. But the impact wasn't enough. Samson's men, whipped into a berserker frenzy by their leader's fury, surged forward like a tide. Njal's forces, weakened by the previous encounters, were overwhelmed. Njal's third thug fell under the relentless assault, his lifeless hand clutching at the blood-soaked earth.<br /> | ||
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+ | The fourth round devolved into a brutal dance of destruction. Njal and Samson traded blows with sickening thuds, their lances finding their mark with deadly precision. Yet, Samson's cunning shone through once more. His warriors, honed in the dragon tamer tactic, unleashed a whirlwind of steel and fury. Njal's men, outmatched in ferocity, were cut down one by one. The toll was grim. With a choked gurgle, Njal's fifth thug crumpled, his dreams of glory extinguished in the blood-soaked dirt.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The arena floor shuddered one final time, morphing back into its usual grandeur. Njal and Samson stood panting, their armor etched with the memory of the brutal battle. With a snarl, Njal launched a desperate lunge, striking the Aylwinic Auxiliary. Samson roared back, landing a blow on Njal who barely blocks it with his shield. Samson'smen, invigorated by their leader's unwavering resolve, swarmed Njal's men together. Their coordinated assault, honed through countless battles against ferocious beasts, proved too much to overcome. Njal's six thug, his valiant spirit finally broken, sank to his knees as darkness claimed his vision. The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, hailing Samson as the victor. Four victories to one - his strategic brilliance and the unwavering ferocity of his men had brought him one step closer to claiming the glory of the entire tournament.<br /> | ||
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+ | Samson's next hurdle is Linden, a wildcard who has yet to be tested in the tournament but enters with the element of surprise.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>(Samson advances to the next round to face Linden)<br /> | ||
+ | (Lexis and Galandric will face each other next)</p> | ||
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+ | ===Semi Final I: Lexis vs Galandric=== | ||
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+ | <p>The uneven ground churned beneath the hooves of Lexis' steed as he charged forth, his fire lance a blazing beacon in the grey light. The terrain, twisted by the magic of the wizards, favored simple, defensive tactics – a fact Lexis intended to exploit. With a mighty thrust, he connected with Galandric's third blademaster, the searing flames licking at the soldier's armor and leaving a painful wound. But to Lexis' frustration, the promised explosion of his fire lance failed to materialize. Galandric attempted a retaliatory lance charge. The rough ground, however, foiled his attempt, sending him sprawling. Yet, the skilled warrior recovered quickly, landing a glancing blow on Lexis' second peasant, drawing a crimson line across his arm.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Undeterred, Lexis' men executed the Inspiring Lexisan Line tactic, disciplined yet simple, perfectly suited for the uneven terrain. Their coordinated advance met Galandric's Hold Position formation head-on. Galandric's Orzian Skirmisher, already weakened by the failed charge, faltered under the relentless pressure. The chaos of the fight, coupled with the sight of their fallen comrade, proved too much for one unfortunate skirmisher. Overcome by a heart attack, he crumpled to the ground, a stark reminder of the brutality of the melee.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The second mirrored the first. Lexis, using the rough terrain to his advantage, targeted Galandric's second blademaster with his lance, leaving him wounded. Galandric retaliated with a predictable attack on Lexis' tenth peasant, deepening the existing wound. Yet, Lexis' men, their morale bolstered by their success, repeated their flawless execution of the Lexisan Line tactic. Panic began to creep through Galandric's ranks, the uncertainty of the uneven ground unsettling even his most seasoned fighters. His third blademaster, the one who had witnessed the fiery demise of his comrade, visibly trembled, his bravado replaced by a gnawing fear.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The terrain shifted dramatically in the third turn, transforming into a dense forest. This sudden change favored chaotic, offensive tactics, a fact that clearly benefited Galandric's more disciplined force. Lexis, ever the strategist, adapted his approach. He charged through the trees, his lance finding its mark on Galandric's armor. The blow, though powerful, failed to pierce the toughened steel. Galandric, seizing the opportunity, countered with a lance of his own, leaving a mere scratch on Lexis' shield. However, the true advantage in this round belonged to Galandric's men. They successfully executed a flanking maneuver, their fighters weaving through the trees to attack Lexis' line from the side. The well-rehearsed formation faltered, and the morale of Lexis' tenth peasant visibly plummeted.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The fight continued in the forest. Lexis, determined to regain control, focused his attack on Galandric's second blademaster. The lance found its mark once more, leaving the warrior wounded and his confidence shaken. Galandric, however, continued to press his advantage, this time targeting Lexis' first peasant. The blow found its mark, drawing another pained cry from the ranks. Once again, Galandric's men outmaneuvered Lexis' line, using the trees to their advantage. Panic, the very emotion Lexis had instilled in his opponent just moments ago, now threatened to consume his own ranks.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The final round saw the arena return to its standard form. Lexis, despite the mounting tension, remained focused. He launched a furious attack on Galandric's second blademaster, the force of the blow leaving the man winded but ultimately unharmed. The morale of the blademaster, however, took a significant hit. Galandric, mirroring Lexis' attack, targeted the knight himself, scoring a glancing blow that scratched Lexis' armor. But in a display of resilience, Lexis' men countered Galandric's flanking maneuver with their own disciplined line tactic. The tide was turning. Panic, no longer a factor in Lexis' ranks, instead gripped Galandric's third blademaster. The sight of his comrades faltering, combined with the relentless pressure from Lexis' men, proved too much to bear. Stricken by a fatal heart attack caused by the immense stress, he collapsed, his lifeless body a testament to the mental fortitude required in the brutal arena.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Exhausted but victorious, both sides retreated from the arena. The cheers of the crowd echoed as the tallies were made. Lexis, having triumphed in three out of five turns, emerged victorious. His strategic brilliance, coupled with the unwavering discipline of his men, had secured him a place in the final.</p> | ||
+ | (Lexis advances to the final)</p> | ||
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+ | ===Semi Final II: Samson vs Linden=== | ||
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+ | <p>The mud sucked at their boots with every step as Linden locked eyes with Samson. The wizards, capricious as ever, had conjured a muddy field, a breeding ground for chaos and defensive maneuvers.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Samson roared and spurred his horse forward, his fire lance crackling with magical energy. But fate, or perhaps Linden's preternatural reflexes, intervened. The flaming weapon sputtered and died mid-strike, leaving Samson exposed. With a ripple of movement, swift as a striking viper, Linden danced aside from the blunted attack. His own lance, a streak of silver against the brown, shot out like a deadly extension of his arm. The blow connected with a sickening thud, nearly unseating the hulking Samson. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in their throats.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Enraged, Samson's men swarmed Linden. A whirlwind of flailing limbs and ringing steel erupted. But Linden deflected blows with practiced ease, his movements a deadly ballet in the mud. Then, with a well-placed counter-strike, he disarmed Aylwinic Auxiliary, one of Samson's finest. The man crumpled, his weapon clattering to the ground with a hollow clang. The blow was more than physical; it shattered the soldier's spirit. The weight of his injuries, coupled with the demoralizing sight of his severe wounds, proved too much. He slumped to the ground, another casualty in this brutal dance.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Turn two saw the ground harden, transforming into rough, uneven terrain. This favored simpler tactics, a test of raw strength and resilience. Gone were the messy muddy fights of the first round. It was a battle of grit and determination. Samson charged once more, his lance aimed squarely at Linden's chest. The clang of metal echoed as the blow struck true, leaving a jagged scratch marring Linden's gleaming armor. Undeterred, Linden retaliated. His lance, a blur of motion, found its mark, spearing through the chest of Samson's third hunter, a young man whose eyes widened in terror as life drained from them. It was a chilling reminder of the deadly stakes of the melee. With his last man gone, Samson was exposed, a lone target on the unforgiving ground.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The terrain morphed again, this time into a dense, tangled forest. Perfect for chaotic, offensive fights. Samson gambled, charging recklessly with his lance, a desperate attempt to break through Linden's defenses. The attack grazed Linden, leaving another shallow mark on his armor. But Linden, a predator sensing weakness, countered with a lightning-fast thrust of his own lance. The impact sent a shockwave through Samson's whole body. Samson, dislodged from his precarious seat, tumbled onto the damp earth with a thud.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The ground reverted to rough, favoring those on foot. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm, Linden waited for Samson to rise. Samson roared and swung his sword wide. The blow connected with a sickening thud. Linden flinched, the impact sending a searing pain through his shoulder. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in. But Linden spurred his horse forward. His lance, a streak of silver against the brown, erupted from his hand like a viper's strike. The blow found its mark true, slamming into Samson's chest with the force of a battering ram. Samson grunted, his eyes widening in surprise. The impact sent a shockwave through him, leaving him momentarily stunned, reeling on his feet.<br /> | ||
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+ | The final turn saw the arena ground return to normal. Blood dripped from a fresh wound on Linden's arm, a testament to the relentless assault. Samson, fueled by a final surge of defiance, slashed at Linden with his sword. The blow connected, nearly unseating the knight. But Linden, with a roar that matched the cheers of the crowd, lunged forward. The blow struck true, connecting with Samson's helmet with a sickening clang. Samson crumpled, this time unconscious and subdued.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, their adulation washing over Linden. He had faced overwhelming odds, weathered the ever changing terrains, and emerged victorious. With a final, prideful flourish, he raised his battered lance high, a testament to his skill and cunning. The unorthodox knight, bruised but unbroken, had conquered the brutal dance of the melee, and now awaited his final challenge on the path to glory.</p> | ||
+ | (Linden advances to the final to face Lexis)</p> | ||
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+ | ===Final: Lexis vs Linden=== | ||
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+ | <p>The tension in the arena reached its peak as the final round commenced, pitting Lexis, master of the peasant-centered strategy, against Linden, renowned as the one-man army. The wizards intervened, transforming the ground into a flat terrain, favoring formation and mounted combat, setting the stage for an epic showdown.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>As the trumpet blared, both knights spurred their steeds forward, lances gleaming in the morning sun. Their strikes collided with a deafening clang, the force of the impact dismounting them both in a spectacular tangle of limbs and metal. Dust rose in a swirling cloud, momentarily obscuring the fallen figures. Lexis, ever the strategist, had anticipated this. With a barked command, his peasant contingent, four strong and armed with a mix of farm tools and makeshift weapons, surged forward. They formed a tight circle around Linden, a wall of steel aimed at crushing him with their combined weight. But Linden, a master swordsman, was not easily subdued. His sword flashed like a silver streak, deflecting blows with practiced ease. The peasants, though numerous, lacked the knight's experience. He weaved through their attacks, using their very momentum against them, creating small openings. Seizing one such opportunity, Linden unleashed a powerful counter-strike. His blade found its mark, connecting squarely with the iron cap of Lexis' tenth peasant. The blow, imbued with both skill and desperation, rang out across the arena. The peasant crumpled, his morale shattered, sending him fleeing in terror from the ring of steel.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>As the second turn churned the ground into a treacherous mire, negating intricate footwork and favoring brute force, the fight erupted into a whirlwind of violence. Lexis, seizing the opportunity, launched a vicious assault. His sword slammed into Linden's shoulder, the force of the blow echoing through the body. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Linden, but veteran instinct took over. He spun, parrying Lexis's follow-up strike and unleashing a counter of his own. Steel sang as Linden's sword found a gap in Lexis's armor, drawing a gasp and a spray of crimson. Fueled by a warrior's fury, Linden lunged forward. He cut a bloody swathe through Lexis's peasant levies, their ill-equipped forms crumpling before his relentless assault. The sickening thud of steel meeting flesh punctuated the sucking squelch of mud. The tenth peasant fell by his blade, his lifeless form sinking into the mire. But Lexis wasn't finished. With a roar, he rallied his remaining men. With a coordinated surge, they surrounded Linden, a ring of desperate steel glinting in the gloom. Blows rained down upon him, but Linden, a seasoned storm in the human tempest, danced a deadly ballet of deflection. His sword turned aside farm tools and weapons alike. With a final, desperate lunge, he broke the encirclement, leaving behind a trail of groaning peasants.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>As the cobbled path twisted and narrowed on the third bend, the once-flowing duel devolved into a brutal struggle for survival. The cheers from the stands, initially a driving force, now sounded distant and muffled by the ringing in Linden's ears. Exhaustion gnawed at both knights, evident in their ragged breaths and the slowing cadence of their strikes. Yet, a flicker of defiance remained in their eyes. Lexis, seizing the advantage presented by the uneven terrain, rained down a flurry of blows. Each clang of metal against metal sent a jolt through Linden's already aching arms. He gritted his teeth, sweat stinging his eyes as he barely managed to deflect the last, heavy swing. With a desperate riposte, Linden struck true, the peasant weapon in Lexis' fourth squire's hand clattering to the ground, followed by a pained cry.<br /> | ||
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+ | The remaining three peasants, emboldened by their leader, charged at Linden in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him. But Linden, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, was not an easy prey. He pirouetted around their clumsy attacks, the years of rigorous training kicking in. His longsword sang a deadly song, finding gaps in their defenses and leaving stinging welts in their wake. Just as hope flickered in Linden's chest, a searing pain lanced through his back . A glancing blow from one of the peasants had found its mark. Despite the agony, Linden knew he couldn't afford a moment of hesitation. He lunged forward, finding his way out of the ring formed by the peasants to trap him.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Where once a proud arena basked in the sun's glory, a tangled forest now reigned supreme. The fourth turn had arrived, a cruel twist transforming the battlefield into a treacherous labyrinth. Sunlight, a mere sliver, fought a losing battle against the dense canopy overhead. Eerie shadows danced a macabre waltz across the blood-soaked ground, mirroring the clash of steel that echoed through the oppressive air. Here, chaos reigned, a cacophony of desperate grunts and the chilling ring of metal on metal. The earth itself, churned to mud by countless clashes, seemed to conspire against the remaining combatants, their struggles a ballet of survival on treacherous ground.</p> | ||
+ | Linden stood defiantly like a titan carved from weathered flesh and steely resolve. Though his body bore the scars of countless blows - a testament to the epic battles he'd already endured - his spirit remained unconquered. With a roar that shook the very leaves overhead, he launched his final assault. His blade, a blur of lethal fury, ripped through Lexis' fourth peasant, leaving him a lifeless husk crumpled at the knight's feet. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim symphony accompanying the warrior's dance of death.<br /> | ||
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+ | But Lexis remained ever vigilant. He recognized the flicker of exhaustion in Linden's eyes, the tell-tale tremor in his once-unyielding stance. With a predatory gleam in his gaze, he orchestrated his remaining men, maneuvering them into a cunning pincer formation. They circled Linden, a pack of ravenous wolves closing in on their wounded prey. Lexis bided his time, a predator stalking its quarry, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. | ||
+ | <p>When that moment finally arrived, it was swift and merciless. A flash of steel erupted from the tangled undergrowth, the glint of Lexis' blade catching the sliver of sunlight piercing the canopy. It found its mark with chilling precision, slamming into Linden's side and sending the mighty warrior crashing to the forest floor. A stunned silence, thick with the weight of the fallen knight, descended upon the arena. Then came the cheers, a thunderous eruption that seemed to shake the very trees.</p> | ||
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+ | <p>Lexis, battered but unbroken, stood tall amidst the carnage. With his greatest adversary silenced, he was declared the champion of the tournament round. His patience and unwavering resolve earned him the coveted title of champion.</p> | ||
+ | (Lexis is the winner of the round!)</p> | ||
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+ | ==Round 7=== |
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Contents
Melee Event Announcement
With everyone now prepared, we are excited to officially commence the event. Each round will feature a distinct format, ranging from free-for-alls to unexpected team-ups with participants you may not prefer. Throughout the event, the number of turns per round will vary, demanding strategic decisions on whom to attack and which tactics to employ. The rest will be left to chance.
Our inaugural round kicks off as a free-for-all, spanning three intense turns. The last participant standing will secure an additional 5 points. Following this round, all participants will receive a baseline of 5 points. Furthermore, the individual chosen as the crowd's favorite will earn an extra 3 points. Remember to captivate and entertain your audience. You have one day to craft your strategy for the upcoming round. Best of luck to all participants! May the melee unfold in your favor!
Round 1 - Free-For-All, 3 Turns
Basic Reward: 5 points Last Man Standing Reward: 5 points Crowd's Favourite: 3 points
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Round 2 - Pair Teams, 4 Turns
Basic Reward: 5 points Last Man Standing Reward: 5 points Crowd's Favourite: 3 points
Teams Galandric & Njal Samson & Rojak Linden & Lexis Lance & Guest Knight
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Round 3 - Swordfighting Tournament, 7 matches
Basic Reward: 10 points Tournament Winner: 10 points - Linden Tournament Runner-up: 5 points - Galandric Crowd's Favourite: 3 points - Samson, Rojak, Lexis (1 point each)
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Round 4 - Free-For-All
Basic Reward: 15 points Crowd's Favourite: 3 points - Linden (For dismounting Samson)
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Round 5 - Monster Raid
Basic Reward: 10 points Bonus points per Monster: 10 points Crowd's Favourite: 5 points
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Round 6 - Melee Tournament
Basic Reward: +15 points Crowd's Favourite: +6 points - Lexis (For dismounting and capturing Linden - Runner Up) +5 Points for winning Round 1 of the Melee Tournament(Wild Card will get this for free) +10 Points for winning Round 2 of the Melee Tournament +20 Points for winning the tournament +5 Points for becoming the runner up.
Quarter Final I: Lexis vs Rojak
Quarter Final II: Galandric vs Lance
Quarter Final III: Njal vs Samson
Semi Final I: Lexis vs Galandric
Semi Final II: Samson vs Linden
Final: Lexis vs Linden