// THE BLACK PALACE MARTIAL PAGEANT! SIGN UP NOW! //

// An advertising campaign has been paved across what seems like the entire nexus; a multitude of new banner ads lead to a flourished and gaudy page boasting about some sort of fighting tournament. The amount of money that must have been spent just getting this in front of the Fringe's eyes is a good omen for the size of the prize pool. A single video makes for the majority of the page's content. //​

. . . Two blades clash, before the camera pans back. A Glitch with flowy blonde hair challenges a stalwart knight. His face is a clean metal surface with a single seam down the middle, and his attention turns to the viewer rather than his opponent. Without looking, he still deflects the knight's swings.
. . . "Salutations, Fringe!" He raises his hand in boisterous greeting. "Tis I; the Duke of Beliphere! Some of thee watching shall know of me from various escapades across thy great territory, but what I hath brought before thine eyes is not about me. Nay! Tis about thee!"
. . . The knight's blade is cast out of their hands and across the floor. The Duke sheaths his own, and is quickly placed into a lavish seat with a goblet in his hand.
. . . "In my short term within the Fringe, I hath yet to see even a modicum of the wondrous warriors thy people art known for, and this injustice I shall not stand for a moment longer! I hath taken it upon myself to host a tournament in honor of thy martial tradition, made as such to showcase the best of thee. But!" He sips from his goblet.
. . . "I hath been enlightened to what really stokes thee into action; prizes! Tis no shame in it, no shame at all in expecting reward for thy prowess. For the victor of this event, I shall lay out three acres of land upon a planet I control of thy choice, as well as a weapon forged in thy honor and say..." He looks off screen for a moment, reading uncertainly from a teleprompter. "One million, two hundred thousand pixels?"
. . . "Howe'er, there can be no just competition without at least a trifling amount of rules. What I hath settled on here is to disallow the use of firearms. Such ill-mannered weapons doth not breed a well-trained soldier in the same way as the blade might, merely a man of fast aim and some reflex. In addition to this, fights shall be performed 'til death, or 'til surrender, whiche'er comes first for thine opponent!"
. . . He stands, and delivers the last of his speech. "At this moment, the venue is still to be decided, but let not that hold thee from grasping at thy destiny, warrior! Come and prove yourself to all at the Black Palace Martial Pageant!"

// Below, there is a sign-up sheet and a button to submit. //​

((OOC BELOW))
. . . This is an event to be hosted on Discord, wherein PCs will start off fighting NPCs made for the tournament and then begin to fight each other in further rounds. Standard CRP will be utilized, with me acting as referee for any disagreements. Death consent is not required for the event, but it can be expected that other combatants will be trying to kill you, and as such it may be lost by you refusing to surrender!
. . . The event will take up multiple, non-consecutive days, and you are only required to participate when your character is one of the fighters. To sign up, leave a comment with the following information filled out. This information also constitutes the sign-up sheet your character is filling out in character, so you're expected to answer it as they would.

Name: (Your name.)
Titles or Alias: (Any official titles or fighting alias you'd prefer us to use!)
Species: (Your species.)
Allegiance: (Organization or state you represent, if any.)
Preferred Weaponry: (Your preferred weaponry.)

 

Name: Seru
Titles or Alias: [This box has been left blank]
Species: Hylotl
Allegiance: [This box has been left blank]
Preferred Weaponry: Fists or Sword