Usually,The Liaison didn't bring himself to host events on this small of a scale; he was sure there were others of lesser talents that could handle the event without him having to metaphorically sully his hands. He preferred to host something on the scale of The Way of the Warrior, a massive tournament that brought in spectators from all over the Angar-Ryllan dimension.
But, the backers for this tournament had requested him and his infamous Lobby specifically. They had their eyes on several newcomers in the battling field, And would take no one else. They offered him two things, a truly insane amount of money, and information regarding a priceless artifact from his home world. Of course he would accept.
Now, the white clad man and his cane were standing in the middle of a a spacious and technogically futuristic room going over the dossier of various fighters. Some names he knew, he was informed they would be the mentors to these upcomers. To his left was a dossier on the new fighters. His benefactors were specific, they would need to see them test their mettle in various situations. Unlike WOTW, he decided to run this in a round robin type tournament setting. They would all face each other eventually.
Tabitha, he chimed, getting the attention of a Bahtak looking woman, They are due to arrive at any moment. Prepare everything.
The woman nodded and glanced back over the dossiers. His lobby, situated outside a place of time and space; it's own pocket dimenion which he had brokered control, boasted a cafeteria, sleeping areas, a place to watch ongoing matches, and finally a restoration center for those who finish their bouts. Usually this place was infamous for ruthless sabotage - but that was outlawed for this tournament.
With a snap of his fingers,a majestic looking cane appeared next to his right hand. With two taps, The Liaison vanished to the viewing room where several top rulers had already begun to appear. Some things never changed. His events were spectacles. Everyone wanted to watch.
But, the backers for this tournament had requested him and his infamous Lobby specifically. They had their eyes on several newcomers in the battling field, And would take no one else. They offered him two things, a truly insane amount of money, and information regarding a priceless artifact from his home world. Of course he would accept.
Now, the white clad man and his cane were standing in the middle of a a spacious and technogically futuristic room going over the dossier of various fighters. Some names he knew, he was informed they would be the mentors to these upcomers. To his left was a dossier on the new fighters. His benefactors were specific, they would need to see them test their mettle in various situations. Unlike WOTW, he decided to run this in a round robin type tournament setting. They would all face each other eventually.
Tabitha, he chimed, getting the attention of a Bahtak looking woman, They are due to arrive at any moment. Prepare everything.
The woman nodded and glanced back over the dossiers. His lobby, situated outside a place of time and space; it's own pocket dimenion which he had brokered control, boasted a cafeteria, sleeping areas, a place to watch ongoing matches, and finally a restoration center for those who finish their bouts. Usually this place was infamous for ruthless sabotage - but that was outlawed for this tournament.
With a snap of his fingers,a majestic looking cane appeared next to his right hand. With two taps, The Liaison vanished to the viewing room where several top rulers had already begun to appear. Some things never changed. His events were spectacles. Everyone wanted to watch.