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Post by Retasu on Sept 20, 2016 21:57:05 GMT -5
VOLUME 1 - CHAPTER 1 All Hail the King in the North! Retasu Makes His Claim!
It had been some time now, a few weeks to be exact, since he had accepted their declaration as their King. For years he was groomed and had been prepared for this very moment, when he was old enough to take on the role. Retasu, son of the mighty Saiyajin Warriors Kholrabi and Chikori, one of the last surviving members of the original Daikondu bloodline was to make his grand speech to the Northern Empire, HIS Northern Empire, today. Both of his parents had fallen in one of the last skirmishes between the Northern and Southern Empires, his mother having given birth to two more children after him, continued to be a soldier for the Northern Empire until she was struck down in battle. His younger brother and sister were kept safe within the sanctuary of the mighty tower they were housed in, once the same tower that housed his Imperial ancestors before the great fall. But today was not about any of them. Today was about him. He was to formally introduce himself as their one, true ruler. Internally he was ready, he knew this was his destiny, he knew this was what he was born to do. To lead his people into the next era, a Golden Age, where Planet Daikondu could thrive as she was meant to. A wave of confidence had overcome him, his Saiyajin pride nearly seeping out of ever pore. He was ready. And even if he wasn't, he didn't have much of a choice.
Currently, Retasu was in his own personal chamber, staring at himself in the mirror before he was to be summoned to speak to the masses, however many were left. He was garbed in the traditional blue under suit, that clung tightly to his skin, made of material that was as durable as it was stretchy, able to withstand expanding to the size of the mighty Oozaru! The white gloves and boots he wore were made of a similar material, as well. His armor, also capable of drastically expanding and was even more durable than the other articles of clothing, was white in color save for the midsection and along the back, they were a deep yellow color, as well as the shoulder straps that completed the vest armor as a whole. His black hair, naturally a bit wild in nature and thick, looking more like a mane than hair, was let loose as it would spread along his back, to just below his shoulder blades. Fingers would reach behind him, taking a bunch of it in one hand, before his other one would come to back there as well to tie the wild mess into some semblance of a ponytail with a piece of white material. He knew he didn't need to get any more dolled up than this. They were Saiyajin after all, not really known for their prim and proper natures. Charcoal black eyes stared at himself in the mirror, someone behind him catching his eye briefly but he didn't say a word. He'd wait for them to do so first.
"If you wait any longer some other sector of the planet will claim legitimacy to the throne, you know. Any chance you'll go out there and make your claim before then?" A raspy, yet deep voice would call out to him. The person speaking behind him was a male he was quite familiar with. Karroto was his name. He was once his father's best soldier, and possibly as much of a best friend a Saiyajin could have. The two were inseparable throughout their entire life, Retasu's father, Kholrabi, even taking Karroto's sister as his wife, making Retasu his nephew. The younger Saiyajin would turn his eyes towards where he could fully see Karroto's reflection. He had heard much about this man's prowess from others, how strong and capable he was in the battlefield, though he never had seen it himself. A true Saiyajin, a true soldier through and through. However, now he was reduced to nothing more than a retainer for Retasu in the eyes of those around him, though Retasu saw much more value than that in him. His last battle, which would happen to have been when Chikori died, cost him his right arm and eye. A mighty attack nearly split him in half, had he not managed to evade in such a way where only those two parts of him were lost completely. He was dressed in similar attire to Retasu, with the exception of the colors of the under suit and armor. His under suit was black, the armor also black with brown accents. All of this covered by a cloak of sorts, brown in color that was open on his left side to reveal his only arm, the stub on the right was hidden by it. It cascaded down to about ankle length.
Retasu would slowly turn around to face his uncle, nodding. "I'm ready. I was just waiting to be summoned. Isn't that what kings do?" He would offer a smirk to the older male, approaching him slowly. That brown, Saiyajin tail would come up to wrap around his waist as he did, standing in front of him and awaiting whatever was to come next. He was a bit taller than his uncle, though Karroto definitely filled out more in terms of muscle mass. "I don't know what kings do, which is why I told you I'd make a piss poor retainer, boy." Retasu shook his head disagreeing with what his uncle had said, placing his hand on one of Karroto's shoulders. "Retainers are people who shut up and take orders, no matter how terrible they are. They turn a blind eye to their king and let them put themselves and their Empire at risk. I know you won't do that. I need your experience, your guidance." The older male would roll his eye, lifting his one good arm to wave off the boy dismissively. This was not Karroto's game, and he hated every minute of it. He was experienced in battle, engaging the enemy until he had killed them, not this. Not politics. "Go on then, Retasu-sama. Go address the masses. That's my first piece of advise to you." Retasu would give his uncle an expression that simply read, "Really?" The honorific was not needed in Retasu's book, but it was a requirement to ensure he truly was viewed as the top dog in the empire. He'd let his hand fall from his uncle's shoulder, exiting his chambers to head towards the large set of double glass doors that would lead out into the balcony, where the entire northern empire waited for him to speak.
Retasu didn't know how many were left, but he allowed the Imperial Tower's grounds to be open to the public, or as much as the soldiers could contain, to see him live and in person. Several, small droid-like cameras buzzed around the air to take in the footage to broadcast it throughout the planet, to anyone still with a power source to display it on a screen or radio. If anyone wished to hear or see Retasu speak, the could, whether in person, on a broadcast screen, or over radio waves. The Saiyajin would take in one, last deep breath. It was time.
Looking at the two guards that stood by the double doors he'd motion to them with his hands, and as he did, they'd begin to swing open those doors to allow him to eventually reveal himself.
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Post by Tartus on Oct 1, 2016 22:51:57 GMT -5
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Tartus necked his drink, placing the empty glass down onto the bar. Instantly, it was refilled by the bars female owner Cara. Tartus shifted slightly on his bar stool as he watched his glass refill. The bar wasn't his favourite place to sit, he much prefered one of the quiet booths down in a shadowy corner. Far fewer people are likely to pester you down there, but the day was still young and Tartus had a headache. As annoying as the chatter was at the bar, it was the best place for quick fire drinks, even if it was taking more and more to have any effect. "Mind if I turn it on?" Cara asked, already turning the TV on. Tartus merely grunted in reply, he didn't know what she was talking about. Truth be told he would rather sit in silence, but Cara was far stronger than he was, even if he were sober. Being one of the few bar owners still willing to serve him, Tartus decided it best to offer little resistance. The television set blurted to life, the sound of a crowd pierced Tartus' mind with a shiver of pain. The grizzled Saiyan grimaced as he picked up his glass, and threw the contents down his throat. The pain in his head reseeding ever so slightly. A few more and he might just be functional. "And there is the balcony" a smarmy voice emanated from the screen " any minute now Retasu will come through those doors to address the nation." The screen itself bobbed slightly as the floating camera droid tried to maintain its position. A grand balcony illuminated the display, but for now it large doors remained shut. "What do you think he's gonna say?" Cara asked. Tartus checked over his shoulder, expecting the owner to be speaking to someone else, but he noticed the bar was empty. It was never empty at this time of day, whatever This event was, it must be important. Not that Tartus cared, he was just happy to have the bar to himself. Well apart from the fact that Cara insisted on talking to him. Tartus offered a shrug in reply, before placing his glass back down on the bar. "Oh come on, don't act like you don't care. I heard he is gonna declare an invasion of the South. You can't tell me that doesn't excite you." Cara spoke as she refilled Tartus' glass once more from a half empty bottle of cheap spirit. Tartus snatched at the glass, polishing off its contents in an instant. Yeah, that would be good news. He thought to himself. maybe he will finally get me killed.
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Post by Totoma on Oct 2, 2016 17:26:11 GMT -5
There was a lot of noise, people; or should he have considered it to be a crowd? A bunch of people that waited for a person, the very same one that would have brought Daikondu to ashes, or at least in his opinion, because he couldn’t even imagine such a person leading their planet. No one suspected anything, and that was just what he was aiming for; for no one to notice him. Back into the Southern Empire, he had heard rumors of this day coming; when Retasu would be recognized as King of the Northern Empire. What pity. Although he couldn’t help but feel like he should have taken a look and, thanks to his collaborators that he had gained on his path onwards to his political career, he had managed to sneak his way in the Northern sector of the planet.
It was somewhat new to him. He had never been there, or perhaps he did, and he was way too small for him to remember. All he remembered were his times in the Southern sector, treated as a middle-class, he still laughed whenever he thought about it; a middle-class kid, who at the age of twenty or so, had become an Elite. It was a truly satisfying achievement, even if Totoma was much more ambitious than that, yes. He was going to... make his move soon enough, after all, the ascension of a new King would be a quite excellent trigger for a change or two in Southern Empire, and he was certainly going to make sure that no one would stand in his way.
He wasn’t very popular among Retasu’s people, so he didn’t bother himself with a particular dress to hide his identity or some stupid thing like that-- no. He was standing there, proudly with his traditional Saiyan armor but still with discretion; he was set on listening to every single word of his cousin and see what he would make out of it. “I guess I’d give him some credit, though. Being recognized as a King among a bunch of idiots is an achievement to be proud of.” - he thought to himself, a subtle chuckle escaping his lips. Some could take that as saltiness, or perhaps some cheap humor.
Either way, it was evident the difference between him and any other single Saiyan standing there as they awaited for their new King; they cared, he didn’t. Or rather, he didn’t in a way that he’d be happy for it, no. He was eager… to set his plans in motion, and with Retasu on his way to the throne, it’d be about time that he did as well. “Well, I guess that's some food for thought later, hehe.” - he mumbled under his breath, his head slightly lowered as his mind wandered off for a brief moment until his eyes set once more on the balcony, it was time; Retasu was finally about to give out his speech, his expression showing off a wide grin.
“Well, well, well… Your time’s here Retasu, and I can’t wait to hear how you’ll shape your story. Or rather, the beginning of your demise.”
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Post by Retasu on Oct 2, 2016 22:19:07 GMT -5
Once the doors opened, Retasu would begin to walk towards the opening with a confident stride. Did he look like a King? No, far from it. He was young, and with youth came the impression of inexperience. It was true, though, Retasu had no idea what the first thing about being King meant, all he knew is that he had a longing to unite the planet as one Empire again, the way it should be. It was what Daikondu needed. If one looked deep enough into the history of this species, the Saiyajin, they would see that internal strife was in their stories long before this one. It was something that Retasu was looking to end, one way or the other. Should violence be required against his Southern brethren he would engage in a war like no other. His preference, though, would be to solve this in the old way: King against King for the right to sit on the throne. But was that a part of his big announcement? Was that his grand plan?
Eventually, the male would make his appearance on the high balcony of the Imperial Tower, facing the many bodies that piled in, roaring in approval as he came into view. He couldn't help but smirk at the reception. Men, women, and whatever children were lucky enough to be born and survive during these trying times already seemed to acknowledge him wholeheartedly. As far as the children went, there were not many. The rebuilding of the Northern Empire after so many years finally found the incubation chambers up and running. Many lay in wait, growing stronger day by day, until the time came for them to be sent off to complete whatever mission was expected of them. Thus was the way of his people. He'd raise an arm upwards, a small salute-type wave to the masses that crowded the courtyard in person, and to any of those floating drone cameras that were picking up the footage live, and transmitting it to any television screens that remained working on the planet. Daikondu was no wasteland, as far as the Empires went, by any means. However, they were still in dire need for a resolution to come in order for the planet to be fully restored to its previous grandeur.
He'd holds his arms out, in order to get the crowds to silence themselves. Shouts could still be heard here and there, in praise of him and generally badmouthing the Southern side of the planet. "To the people of this planet, the planet of Daikondu, home of the Saiyajin and named after my great ancestor, Daikondu, I say to you this: With a heart full of energy and pride for our people and home, I accept your decision to place me as King and bring this planet back to its former glory!" That would incite a roar of approval from those in attendance, the masses beating their fists against their chests, clapping their hands, or throwing their arms in the air in response to his announcement. He had made it official, he was going to be their King, as if there was any doubt. "But, I will not wear a crown on my head or a royal cape. Not until I have succeeded in my mission." His expression was much more serious now, taking the time to look around at the crowd around him. Several guards were placed around the tower itself, two standing behind Retasu on either side of him. In a pinch they'd be useful, but Retasu would be able to defend himself from almost anything. As it stood now, he was the strongest soldier he had in his army, at least to his knowledge anyway. "There are things that we must finish, things that our ancestors had not been capable of doing in the two hundreds years since North and South split from each other in gruesome fashion. We must UNITE this planet as one once more. Under the banner of the RIGHTFUL ruler." The crowd would once again give their approval to what Retasu was saying, some of them nodding along to his words. "When Romurusu struck down his brother two hundred years ago, it solidified him as the TRUE ruler of this planet. There was only room for ONE ruler then, and there is only room for ONE ruler now. THAT will not change. And as it stands, the NORTH rightfully rules over ALL OF DAIKONDU." The crowd would pick up again, this time their cheers and screams lasted a bit longer than before, giving Retasu some time to pause and think of how to continue.
Until we get some more members, we can just say the order is myself, Tartus, and Totoma. If we get any new members that wish to join, they can PM me and we can find out where to stick 'em in the order.
Tartus, you're up when you can post. No rush.
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Post by Tartus on Oct 3, 2016 14:59:01 GMT -5
The crowd noise suddenly increased in intensity, erupting into cheers of celebration. For a moment Tartus felt a little disorientated, as the sound not only came from the television screen, but from outside the bar as well. "And there he is, Retasu has emerged onto the balcony. He is giving a wave to the people, they seem to be loving this moment." Chirped the disembodied voice of the screen. Cara excitedly nudged Tartus' arm, as if trying to get him to join in the excitement. But all it managed to do was get a growl out of the aging Saiyan. "Bah" she replied "I knew I should have shut the bar and headed down to the palace." With Tartus as the only patron of her bar, Cara clearly wasn't making all that much money right now, but she was savvy enough to know that would be the case. As much as Tartus was a regular for her, his business wasn't enough to open the bar alone, and she certainly didn't do it out of the kindness of her heart. No, she was betting that whatever Retasu said would whip the people up. Whenever Saiyan's got worked up, they tended to end up drinking shortly after and if hers was the only bar open, then that made it worth missing out on witnessing history first hand. "You'd miss me if you did" Tartus sarcastically grumbled back. "Not as much as you'd miss me" smirked Cara as she picked up the bottle from the counter. It was true of course, she would manage just fine without Tartus drinking whatever she had cheap. Tartus on the other hand wouldn't last long without a drink, sure there were other bars, but he tended to get thrown out of them before long. Cara was the only one that put up with him for long enough. Shortly after the crowd began to die down, a sensation of electric anticipation built within as they waited for what Retasu had to say. When he eventually did speak, his words were filled with confidence and energy. Either he had well rehearsed this speech, or he really was speaking from the heart. Either way the crowd were lapping up his every word, and so was Cara. She whooped and hollered along with the not so distant crowd. "Yeah!" She cheered "He's gonna take it to the south! I told ya he would!" Tartus felt as though he was the only Saiyan on the north of Daikondu who wasn't enthralled by the whole display. Not that he shared any love for the Southern Empire, in fact he blamed them for everything that happened to him. Yet that didn't mean he was excited that some jumped up Elite decided he wanted some glory by throwing a bunch of low class Saiyan's to their deaths. "Come on Tartus, don't be so sour! You can kill some of those southern Bastards and get paid for doing it" Cara beamed with excitement, it was almost infectious. Without warning Tartus raised his hand, not towards Cara, but towards the screen. With a small pulse of Ki, he obliterated the screen, sending the bar room into darkened silence. For a moment neither of the two present moved, then Tartus picked up his glass and quickly finished his drink. "You son of a bitch!" Roared Cara. Tartus knew what was coming next, he had been in this situation before. The room swayed slightly as he rose to his feet, by this time Cara had leapt over the bar. The aging Siayan attempted to raise a block, but he was just too slow. A fist slammed into his cheek, causing him to stumble backwards into a table. He pushed himself back to his feet, throwing out a jab of his own as Cara closed in on him again. However she easily saw the attack coming, sidestepping out of the way in time to watch Tartus stumble over onto his hands and knees. With a swift kick to the ribs Tartus felt the wind knocked out of his lungs. As he struggled to draw a breath, Cara's hand grabbed the back of his armour. "You really are pathetic Tartus." She spat as she carried his body to her front door. "Don't ever think of coming back here, find some other sap that's willing to put up with you." With a tug on the back of his armour, Tartus was not so elegantly dumped on his ass out in the street. Stumbling up to his feet, he turned to face Cara and answer back, but the door slammed in his face before he could do so. Fantastic, now I need to find somewhere else to go, and that crowd is bringing my headache back Tartus thought to himself as he rubbed his temple. His eyes strained to focus as Tartus looked towards the source of the noise. He hadn't even realised how close to the palace Cara's bar was. When he had arrived, he had his blinkers on, only thinking about getting that first drink inside him. Now however, he had nowhere to go. His wallet was empty, he could usually get away with a couple of days before Cara would start demanding payment. But any other bar nearby? Either they didn't know him well enough to let him start a tab, or they knew him too well to let him start a tab. Thinking for a moment through the clouded haze of alcohol, that had finally started to take effect. Eventually deciding to head to the palace, figuring it was his best chance to find some money or some drink.
Your turn Totoma
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Post by Totoma on Oct 7, 2016 17:19:14 GMT -5
The doors opened, revealing a rather youthful king, he didn’t lack the confidence, that was true. But was he actually going to lead an Empire? Totoma had to almost hold himself to not burst out in laughter, although he did approve of him not wearing stupid elegant outfits like other weirdos. What he was really looking forward to, though, was his introduction and what he was going to tell those-- or rather, to his soldiers. “To think that we’re related… with that hairstyle of his. I wonder how he can fight with all that hair.” - he thought to himself, his arms folded on his chest as he chuckled to himself.
His gaze shifted from Retasu to the amount of people who had actually come there to watch such insult to the Saiyajin race. What a pity. Perhaps he could be hypocrisy to many, considering Totoma had come there to watch; but the difference was that he had gone there to spy on his relative, and the others were there for their shameless life-- the one of a soldier from the Northern Empire. “Hmpf. They’re disgusting. And they call themselves warriors…” - he thought to himself, in a rather uncomfortable manner.
Hell, there were even cameras to record the event and air it to screens and all that’d be capable of receiving any kind of signal. “I hope they were looking for something along the lines of Comedy… because if they were, here we have the best comedian ever.” - he mumbled under his breath, cracking a grin.
Then, he did it. He finally spoke. Speaking of how all the history part about Daikondu and that boring crap, yes. It was the history of their people; the Saiyajin race, but he knew that all too well to even bother. Totoma had sneaked his way there to listen in to Retasu’s intentions, he didn’t really care for a fact or two of a dead old past.
Not to mention, all the noise the people made for him… it was disgusting to see his own kinsmen be cheering up such an individual, while he just stood there, not moving a finger. “No need to wear a crown or a royal cape… a red clown nose would fit you, though.” - he thought to himself, tapping his foot against the ground as he waited for the actual facts-- the ones that mattered to him. And there they were; speaking of ‘ONE’ ‘RIGHTFUL’ ruler. It almost made him chuckle, to think that he had almost expected all of that.
The cheers that came after that one part of his speech… he didn’t know what held him from slapping the palm of his head against his forehead. “I would have one thing or two to say about that…” - he said to himself. Totoma couldn’t really do much but keep watching, as much as he wanted to interfere right away.
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Post by Retasu on Oct 10, 2016 20:06:38 GMT -5
As the noise of the crowd died down a bit, he was able to continue with his proclamation, feeling as if he had definitely won over the crowd. At least for now. "In a few days time, I will make moves to engage this false Empire in South. Personally." Some may have taken it as a declaration of war from the young King, that he would finally take troops over the border that was the Daikondu Central Wastelands and fight off the north's enemies. However, Retasu had different plans. "I will go alone. Without an army, without any of you behind me. I am issuing an open invitation to this usurper King in the South. Meet me in the wastelands, in three days time, alone as I am going. You have my word that I will not take anyone else with me. I will give you one chance to retract your false kingship and allow yourselves to be absorbed within the true Empire of Daikondu." The notion got several people murmuring in the crowd. They were looking among themselves for answers, for a reason as to why Retasu would opt to do this rather than meet them on the battlefield in a true war. Karroto had been focused on the ground, still inside the tower, but would look up towards the balcony in shock as Retasu made his statement. "He...He can't be serious, can he?! Has he lost his damn mind?!" the elder Saiyajin would say to himself within his mind. Retasu would follow up before he lost everyone completely. "You have my word that none of your people will be harmed, though we will deal with you accordingly, False King." It was as if Retasu was talking directly to this Southern King right in front of him. In truth, he had no idea who made the claim to it, or that he was even in attendance today. "If you will not abide by my terms, we can choose to settle things in the old way, without losing any more of our people in the process. You and I can choose to fight to the death, this way only one true King can dare claim this planet and Empire as their own." He'd pause there once more, looking about at the crowd for a few moments before continuing again. He would end his speech here, and get on with his other plans to help keep moral boosted. "But all that will happen in due time! For now, we have an Empire to rebuild piece by piece. Though today, will be a day to enjoy your lives to the fullest! Eat! Drink! ENJOY yourselves, as this planet has something to look forward to for the first time in several hundred years! The rebirth of an Empire, and a new King!" He'd throw his hands up, giving the crowd a bit of a wave as that once again erupted in cheers for him. At the base of the tower, a small group of aliens had gathered, with odd instruments in their hands. Eventually, they began to play some tune, as the beginnings of a festival of sorts appeared to have started.As he left the balcony, he'd walk directly past his uncle, who would offer his nephew a low growl before following after him. An annoyed tone consumed his voice. "Have you literally lost your mind, boy? What in hell do you think you're doing, issuing a challenge like that to some false King in the South?! You will NOT go out there alone, those bastards cannot be trusted, do you understand me? We will rally our army and head down there as one destructive force and wipe them out for sure this time!" Retasu would stop his march, Karroto behind him had stopped as well. The older male just stared at the back of Retasu's head, not saying a word. Did he offend the young king? Good! What he was proposing was pure madness. "They may be a false Empire in our eyes, Uncle, but they are still Saiyajin. Not all of them have to die, and if they have any pride in them, they will send their chosen one forward to meet me alone. If not, they are afraid and weak and should I die by some ambush, I have all the faith in the world that our army shall be able to conquer them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a festival to enjoy." Pausing, he'd look behind him some at his uncle, only offering a small smirk. There was no guarantee that what Retasu was saying was actually how it would end up, though he was betting on their race's pride to have things play out the way he saw them best. He looked more like his mother now than ever. "You should do the same." Without much of anything else to say, Retasu would leave the upper portion of the tower, heading downwards and eventually outside to the massive courtyard where the entire population of the North had gathered. Some congratulated him, each in their own way. Others stayed clear of someone so high up on the political chain, Saiyajin or not he was still a King.
Within the massive courtyard, the newly crowned King would make his way onto a large arena. The arena was large enough for up to four people, possibly more, to fight on. It was used regularly to train soldiers in hand to hand combat these days, since no one was able to get off planet to conquer new ones. It was used for the same thing in prior years, but more so for massive tournaments and the like held within the Imperial Grounds. Retasu stood in the center, clearing his throat before raising his voice again. "No festival on this planet would be complete without a tournament! So! I welcome any challengers to come and join me in hand to hand combat. The rules are simple. The first to fall outside of the ring, get knocked unconscious or give up loses! The winner shall be me!" He'd flash a confident grin as he began to stretch his arms a bit, rolling his head from side to side to loosen up his muscles. "Come on now. Surely one or two of you would like to join me in a fight! We are Saiyajin after all!"
Sorry for keeping you guys waiting. Have been busy IRL and, to be honest, I didn't even realize it was my turn. e_e ...
So, yea. I would like to move this thread into a dice battle, so we can all get our feet wet with the mechanics. We can do a 1v1 spar, if one of you does not want to fight ... OR we can do a 1v1v1 Mass Spar, a free for all of sorts, if the both of you want in. Let me know what you guys want to do on your next post. I know Totoma would like to spar, unsure if you would like to join in, Tartus.
Let us know with your next post, friend!
Once it comes back round to me I will start my initial roll post and help you guys out along the way as needed.
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Post by Tartus on Oct 12, 2016 14:18:50 GMT -5
Despite the cheers of the crowd, Retasu's words could still be heard echoing through the PA system. The figure of the King was just a spec on the balcony from where Tartus stood at the far end of the crowd. At events like this the crowd layout was always the same. At the front, the Elites and other important Saiyan's clamoured to get close to the action. Any low class Saiyan attempting to get past would be swiftly beaten back to where they belonged. So at the very back of the crowd, barely able to see the action, Tartus stood with his low class brothers and sisters. If he was going to be offered a free drink off anyone, it would be another low class who felt sorry for him, so this was the best place. Even as Tartus scanned the crowd for someone he thought might be willing to spare a drink or two, he listened to the new King's words. When he offered a one on one challenge to the rebel King in the south, Tartus paused for a moment. This guy might just reunite our people, either that or earn some record for the shortest ever reign. The aging Saiyan thought to himself. He wouldn't want to admit it, but he couldn't help but respect Retasu a little. As a low class warrior, it was all to easy to feel as though you were just doing the dirty work for some Elite. All the while they sat in their mansion enjoying the high life, as the money rolled in. Sure, there were stories about legendary battles fought against impossible odds. Yet on the battlefield, it was always Low Class dying in droves side by side, without an Elite anywhere in sight. If this King truly was willing to face off against an unknown enemy rather than order others to do the same, well, he deserved at least a little respect. Tartus pushed his way through the crowd, so far, nobody had seemed gullible enough from his needs. The King's voice continued on, with him eventually crying out. " EAT! DRINK! ENJOY yourselves" A smile crept across the low class warriors face unbidden. He was actually starting to like this new King, or at the very least, this was an order he could get behind. A nearby group of young warriors roared with a cheer at the King's request. Each of them raised an arm in the air, a brown bottle of ale sloshed in their hands. Acting quickly, Tartus darted into the eye line of the nearest of the group. As soon as they made eye contact Tartus raised an arm and cheered along, then looked towards his empty hand a shrugged. His simple plan worked a treat, it was always easier to bum a drink or two during times of celebration. People were just so much more generous when spirits were high. The young warrior turned around, grabbing a bottle of ale before throwing it to Tartus. Despite alcohol dulling his reactions, Tartus deftly caught the bottle in midair, quickly using his teeth to remove the lid before taking a deep swig. "To the future!" The young Saiyan cheered, holding his bottle out towards Tartus. "...yeah.." Replied Tartus, not so convincingly. Still, he didn't want to be rude, so he clinked his bottle against the warriors. As Tartus finished his bottle, the group continued to shout and cheer. As much as the merriment was annoying him now, Tartus knew that once upon a time, he would have been lapping up an occasion like this. Though he would probably have been trying to work his way to the front, desperate to be noticed by someone important. Whilst the aging Saiyan was in a world of his own, he didn't notice the young warrior walk over to him. Suddenly an arm wrapped around Tartus' shoulder, shocking him out of his daydream. "Why the long face?" The young Saiyan slurred slightly, clearly it wasn't his first drink of the night. As much as he could pretend to be friendly in order to bum a free drink here and there, he still wasn't in the mood for this. Taking a deep swig of ale, Tartus contemplated smashing the bottle over the young Saiyan's head, it would at least stop him from asking any more annoying questions. But before he could, the King's voice started up once more. A tournament? Perfect. For starters he could get away from these annoying Bastards. But more than that, he could get himself paid. Granted he didn't really expect to win a tournament in which the King himself competed. Yet if he fought well enough, there was always some small payment for putting on a good show. Even if he was defeated with a single punch, some sap would feel so sorry for him they would give him drinks for the rest of the night. Resisting the urge to bottle the Saiyan hanging off his shoulder, Tartus raised an arm, shrugging away the annoying young Saiyan in the process. "I'll do it!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs, from this distance he had little choice but to shout if he wanted to be heard. Luckily he seemed to be the only low class Saiyan stupid enough to volunteer, so his voice should carry well to the King's ear. Totoma , I'm up for a three way battle! It will be fun to practice with the dice anyway.
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Totoma
Low Class Poster
ARCHIVED
Posts: 46
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: TRANSFERRED
Zeni: 700
HP: 615
SP: 1,010
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Totoma on Oct 18, 2016 16:51:45 GMT -5
As soon as the crowd died once more, the ‘so-called’ King of the North continued his speech and much to his surprise; he was about to get the ‘honor’ to be addressed from his majesty-- a challenge, or perhaps a way to intimidate him. It could be anything but as Totoma saw it, it was simply a whim from someone who didn’t even know how to manage an Empire. Although, he couldn’t help but feel his blood boil; both for what he saw as arrogance and for how much he’d have liked to smash his head against a wall. “Well, well… would you listen to that; I, a false king. What a fool.” - he thought to himself.
In a certain way, he was indeed not the King but simply a ‘rebellious’ movement against what who was supposed to be the King, even if… he had to admit. Such a turn of events, he knew how he could have used it to his advantage; and if everything would have gone just as he expected, he was going to get his chance soon enough. For him, and everyone to meet the savior of the Saiyajin race.
The way he invited them to surrender had almost disgusted him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “As if I’d allow such a thing! Do you want to settle things this way? Fine. I wasn’t expecting this moment to come so soon, but it seems I’ll get to watch you fall soon enough then.” - he thought to himself, scoffing slightly as he watched him leave the balcony. His hands moved on to tap his Scouter, not necessarily to do anything but to relieve the stress he had accumulated just by listening to some fool’s words. Great, he thought. Although, it seemed that he wasn’t going to need a simple stress relief.
His gaze shifted, only to look up to Retasu who had now joined the crowd and decided to host a little sparring tournament. “Great, just what I need right now… to beat him down so hard he won’t even remember where he comes from.” - he mumbled under his breath, taking off the ground as he floated towards the arena, slowly descending onto the ground.
He stood there, rigid but confidently with his arms folded on his chest as he cracked a grin. It could have been seen as anything; excitement, confidence, but what was behind his grin was pure malice. Not to mention, how hilarious it was… he had the one person he had just challenged in front of him and he didn’t even know that they were related.
The crowd itself was rather confused as for how Totoma looked wasn’t known almost at all in the whereabouts of the Northern Empire. That was going to be fun. Another one had stood up to the challenge to, but he didn’t particularly give it much attention, nor did he mind. His target was Retasu. “This is going to be interesting. Hehe.”
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Post by Retasu on Oct 18, 2016 20:51:19 GMT -5
-------------------- PRE-MATCH OOC POST -------------------- - This match is a 1 v 1 v 1 MASS SPAR. All Mass Spar rules apply. Last warrior standing is the winner.
- From here on out, no more posts can be graded for SP, or Social Points. All posts prior or after the match is completed will be graded as SP, or if your character has been knocked out from the match, they can now post last in order as a spectator and it will also be graded as SP. However, due to the being KOed from the match, the remaining participants can choose to skip you since the match itself is priority.
- Feel free to use one of your 2x EXP Tokens for this match. It will only go into effect and be used IF YOU WIN. If you lose, you gain regular Loser's EXP but your token does not get used up.
- Roll your initiative dice, starting with Retasu!
- Your respective turns in the match will be determined after all have rolled.
- HAVE FUN!
A REFRESHER: - The dice button is the last button in the row at the top, shaped like a dice. Click that first.
- In the prompt that pops up type "1d6" WITHOUT THE QUOTES.
- Click "Insert Die" in the prompt. The string will show itself within your post.
- Click create post to roll the dice.
- Use this same process when using your attacking dice after your attacking post!
- If you have any questions, feel free to PM me directly and/or reference this thread: FIGHTING WITH DICE
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Post by Retasu on Oct 18, 2016 20:52:22 GMT -5
Rolling Initiative Dice: 1d6 G0FoEDls1d6- Using ONE (1) 2x EXP Token Tartus 1d6
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Oct 19, 2016 2:00:44 GMT -5
The aging Saiyan paced towards the makeshift arena as the crowd parted before him. Hundreds of eyes stared down at him, wide with shock at the idea of a low class challenging the King himself to a fight.
Eventually Tartus made his way to the arena, climbing up the high side. He eyes up his opponents, their pristine armour looking almost like a painting, the very image of "Elite." He suddenly became conscious of his own appearance, his cracked and stained low class armour looked as though he had just returned from a mission to a landfill. But it was too late to do anything about it, he certainly couldn't back down now.
OOC: I just wanted to get Tartus into the arena for the start of the fight. Rolling Initiative Dice: 1d63SORTXFk1d6-Using ONE (1) 2x EXP TokenTotoma 1d6
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Totoma
Low Class Poster
ARCHIVED
Posts: 46
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: TRANSFERRED
Zeni: 700
HP: 615
SP: 1,010
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Totoma on Oct 22, 2016 7:37:32 GMT -5
Rolling Initiative Dice: 1d6 jykOOc8P1-6 Also using one of my EXP Tokens! 1-6
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Post by Retasu on Oct 22, 2016 10:06:42 GMT -5
OOC POST - Because Tartus and Totoma both rolled a 4, they will need to re-roll their initiative roll. Tartus, Totoma - Please roll 1D100 this time as your initiative roll. Highest roll will go first, the other will go second, and Retasu will go third.
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Oct 22, 2016 10:10:48 GMT -5
Rolling Initiative Dice: 10 100
N2hJj_0Q1d100 1d100
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