Invite: Open.
Character Sheet: Please sig it.
Fandom: Allowed.

Setting:

In the Forest of Dahrt. Battle grounds supply randomized terrains based on fighters' preferences. The mythical forest creates room-like structures for the residents at night.

House Rules:

All weapons are equal to each other.
All posts must be at least 300 words long.
Only one character permitted.

Description:

It is fabled that every five hundred years, a mythical Tournament takes place, where the strongest and most cunning of fighters in the universe are invited and gathered into the Forest of Dahrt, a place where Mother Nature is alive in its own right and commands in its own power.

But, like all legends of equal caliber, there is a mystery. The losers of the Tournament never return to their homelands, and are seemingly lost into the books of history. Even more, who invited all of the fighters? By the end of the first round, they find themselves in a situation that cannot be escaped from...


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We often ask ourselves in life the same questions over and over again. Without hesitation, and without precognition, we think and wonder, as though brought back to the most of primitive times. But why this was, no one cared to ponder; just to continue living and be done with it all when it ended was enough. That was how Leon felt before he was abducted. In fact, before all of the mature ideologies had hit them, they too were innocent. They were protected from the hate, from the prejudice, and from all of the violence that went on around them. Invulnerability. All that their tiny little worlds were, were just mirrors of what they had learned so far, and not of what they had yet to learn. A place... of no fear.

The young man awoke, drenched in sweat from what he knew to be another nightmare. His shaded figure was none out of the ordinary, with purely an innocent look upon his face and an unstressed spirit which filled his body. It was nighttime, almost morning, when he wakened. And around him, there existed nature. The brown and green trees, the hard mush of forest floor, even the trickling of tiny mineral-filled streams. He leaned his head--oh, what a heavy head it was--backwards against the wood that he had once been dreaming beside and stared straight up into the starry sky, as if it held clues to who he was and what he was sent here to do. Light blue colors of dawn began to paint the atmosphere, now.

After managing in a few more minutes of thought and wonder, Drake prepared for the day ahead, knowing full well what could go wrong, and what would happen if it did. Like a dream, it was, for him to receive such an invitation to the legendary Tournament...