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Round 4; The Grand Finale: Inem vs Unko Talok
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Entering the Arena, Unko Talok is at first blinded and bewildered by the immense size of the place, the flashing lights, the thunderous sounds. He stumbles a bit, and is put back in his place by the Werewolf to his right. The vampire to his left gives him a glare, and Unko understands that they're here as much for his protection as for his "cooperation." Unko stands tall. It's been many weeks since his initial concussion-- or perhaps just a few hours. Time is strange here. But he is almost completely recovered. As the Herald reads off his accomplishments, Unko starts to remember who he once was. All of the time spent here-- and the immense gap without play. He had returned to this land recently, and was eager to immerse himself in it. So eager, in fact, that he dove into this competition without realizing what he was dooming himself to.
Inem's titles and accomplishments are just as intimidating-- moreso, given that he has already proven his supremacy in two previous competitions. The seasoned warrior stands across the arena from Unko. This far away, Unko can't make out Inem's expression. Is it one of determination? Of a man imprisoned and without choice? Only the great tyrants called "Judges" can know. When Unko sees the ingredients for this round, he makes a sudden connection-- these Stones of Power that he wears... They once belonged to the other competitors! When Unko defeated them, he had received one or more as a reward and the previous owners had... What happened to them? Things are so fuzzy from his initial head injury coming down that chute. Time is missing, and he can't quite recall what happened at the end of each match. Oh God! "You killed them?!" The realization hits him like a ton of bricks, and Unko suddenly understands the purpose of the molten iron in the middle of the room. He glares up at the judges, full of impotent rage. The vampire to his left shoves Unko with an elbow, a message to remember his place. This was it, then. Either he will die today, at the hands of the Champion, or he will be the Champion's demise and find himself an eternal prisoner here. This world is a cruel one. Unko looks across once again at Inem, and hardens his heart. He shouts out to the challenger, "I forgive you for what you have to try to do to me... And may God forgive us both for the terrible deeds we must now do." Unko reaches for his set of ingredients, and turns to the forge. It's time.
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Inem stands in the arena as his newest foe approaches, accompanied by an escort. Interesting that the henchman would see the necessity for such an action after himself having seen the futility of trying to escape from this place. Looking down, Inem realizes that the chains have been removed from his manacles, allowing him once more to move around in this arena. Of course, both the chains in the intermediate time and the fact that the rest of the shackles remain on his arm are symbolic for his capture here. Any freedom he has is just an illusion, for her cannot leave this place.
Across the arena, Unko Talok realizes what happened to his past opponents. Like so many times before, Inem finds himself wondering whether they aren't the lucky ones. After all, they have found escape in some way or another. And yet, he can never bring himself to attempt to escape in that way. No, but perhaps this match will finally set him free from this place. Perhaps this opponent will be able to defeat him. Or perhaps all he needs is one more victory. Perhaps then he can finally stop. Finally rest. Perhaps? Inem looks across the arena. His opponent forgives him for what he must attempt to do? Has that ever happened before? It is so hard to remember in this place. The passage of time, and memories, work in strange ways. The lack of sleep probably doesn't help with that. He only has a few reminders of battles past...the gemstones around his iron badge. Those he had set free...and was about to work into his newest creation. He looks over at Unko Talok and nods, acknowledging and mirroring his opponents words. He cannot bring himself to speak now, but his opponent has said everything that matters anyway. Then, a fraction of a second later, the momentary connection between the competitors is lost, and Inem focuses on the ingredients. He just shakes his head, as both his mind and his hands set to work on this challenge... |
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MoonZar Judging
Round 4; Grande Final!: Unko Talok vs. Inem Judgement done in secret!!! Oh my god, this is two amazing entries. It's killing me to have to designate a winner. That's going to be a very close call I think. Good luck both of you! Last edited by Ion2Atom; Dec 24th, 2018 at 11:30 AM. |
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Two excellent entries, as you'd expect for the final. Really good work!
Henry Lockwood Judging Round 4; Grand Final: Unko Talok vs. Inem
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Before he can finish both of them, he removes his glasses and rubs the bridge of his nose. Sniffling, his red nose indicates something is wrong. "Listen, I'm sick. So I'm a little short on crepes to give right now. But WHERE does it say we should use clever uses of our fallen opponents? WHERE!? If you can find me the chairman who is responsible for this nonsense, I will show you a chairman who will be declared missing this time next year." The judge sighs. "Lots of neat elements overall, in both of them. Some hit my buttons, some don't, but the use of previous contenders' names bothers me on an existential level. Ultimately, the use of the stones was clever, almost redeemably so. Got some Thanos vibes going on there. But there can be only one. Wait, wrong pop culture franchise." He rolls his eyes, puts on his gloves, which are themselves bejeweled suddenly, and stands.
"Here are my notes. Let Kami-sama sort ya out. Deuces." He snaps, with his bejeweled left hand, and as if by design, disappears into black ash.
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Feedback Unko Talok To start off with, I feel like there is some 4th wall breaking here, with giving descriptions of yourself, (in addition to your competitors stones). To say the least, I love it! I will forever assume you are ”Elderly and sarcastic to the point of cruelty.” Ok, then we get kind of an almost LoTR setup story wise, with stones and a blade rather than rings. We then have a hunt for the Heart of the Butcher-king. Fairly straight forward here. The fun in this adventure really comes from knowing where the naming convention for all of the NPCs came from. Without it, it might still be intriguing, but certainly wouldn’t stand out as great. Main ingredients are well use, though some of the bonus ingredients might have been a bit of a stretch. Still, enough to count in my book though. Inem Alright, we have the stones of power (from fallen competitors), used to power the ultimate weapon. One piece is missing, and the PCs get wrapped up into trying to find out who is after it, and helping other victims. I see a little bit of a disconnect for the PCs to really want to keep going with the adventure after the first attack, especially if they succeeded. It seems they have to do some work off ‘good faith’ before more rewards are offered. Anyway, the adventure itself comes across as fun and well presented. Ingredient usages was excellent, as always.
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Judge Squeak walks out late to the party and nods to the both of the competitors. "These were both very well done. Very... Well.... Done..." he begins.
"So well done, I am going to do something I have never done before. For your all of your hard work, combined with the spirit of Christmas, I am using my amazing judicial powers to award you each +1000 bonus points. Congratulations." he finishes as he hands his letter to the Chairman. Last edited by Ion2Atom; Dec 24th, 2018 at 11:29 AM. |
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The Herald looks up to the chairman's skybox and nods in appreciation. He had brought two mighty warriors to battle this season of Iron DM and such a battle it had been.
In their struggles, thunder and lightning had played across the arena, and the cage that had confined them had been reduced to molten slag. Unko Talok and raised the fallen and called upon their might whereas Inem had gone straight for their very souls. Neither contestant had left anything on the table. Each had given it all they had and both had produced a dish worthy of the crown. "The Chairman is pleased, and so I am pleased. You have done well in this final match, and so the judges are left to make their decisions. With this final pronouncement I can finally rest, but for one of you, a year of service as the next Iron DM looms." With a flash, a crimson scroll appears in the Herald's hand. "Now without further ado..." |
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Unko wasn't sure if he was relieved or horrified that it wasn't his name called out. The same would be true had his name been called. At least in this case, his problems were soon to be over.
Before he could really process what was happening, gravity shifted. Unko found himself scrambling against all hope, sliding inexorably toward the magma pool. For the audience, it was over with anti-climactic haste: the foolish challenger was pulled beneath the surface with a truncated scream. For Unko, the story didn't last much longer. Strangely, just before he was pulled into the deadly pool, a lamp fell from his pocket, clattering to the stone ground. About the stadium, Unko's creations stood at various locations. They began to dissolve into a fine mist, and the audience heard a wistful song begin to play. The dissolved adventures formed together into a long, swirling, sparkling cloud as they floated into the lamp, trapped once again in whatever realm Zharat came from.
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