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Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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The day begins, Pikatok is the first to wake in her hut. The mountain of a man lay beside her, her husband. She lay a kiss on his cheek before leaving the bed, stepping from her bed and stretching her extremities until they popped. Wordlessly she dressed herself in the heavy hide cloth, punctuating her dressing with another stretch.

The plate of salted meats on the table had hardly been touched. Pikatok sighed, turning towards her sleeping husband, he hadn't eaten before going to sleep. 'He really should eat more.' The words ran through her head as she left the hut, gently pulling the door closed as to not make a noise. The winds whipped against her face, the first breeze of the morning was her favorite feeling of the day. A chill ran down her body from her head to her toes, truly waking her up from the lingering slumber of the morning. A deep breath and her preparations were finished, Pikatok set off to the edge of the village.

The sound of snow crunching and the snores of sleeping folk, Pikatok's morning routine was simple enough. The noises were comforting as she walked to her outpost, nearly a mile away from the gates she could see the shimmering outline of the gates. A particularly calm day it seemed, though the winds were still the vicious lashes of the frozen north. Simple days of calm were what her life was, a peaceful existence with a great sense of satisfaction. Pikatok felt as though her life was pretty perfect, she has purpose and happiness. These thoughts run through her head daily as she leaves to guard the gates.

It took her only a minute to reach the gates, though today she looked at them with a slight discomfort. Something deep in her gut felt off, maybe she should have eaten before she left. There was a chair to the side of the gates, a large oaken chair from the other side. Big enough to seat her and two others, and where she spent her every day.

Pikatok placed a hand on the seat and pulled herself into it, sliding her buttocks backwards until her back was against the back. With a small huff she made herself comfortable in the seat.

"Another long day ahead."
Alrighty then, I'll hop on that post.
I figured we were supposed to wait on the judge to make a card.
So is the RP ready to start?

Yeah or nay?
The location is in Greenland, hidden in a massive tundra. The weather is harsh and windy, ice and snow are all that can be seen for miles. Save for a small village a mile away.

The portal between the living and spirit world is a massive gateway with no material parts.
It had been about an hour or so since the introduction to the tournament, and Godfrey was itching with excitment. Or maybe he had been bitten by a mosquito, because the back of his hand really itched. The queue had been set up, and he was against some guy named Thar-something. Something embarassingly long and over the top. Godfrey thought to himself: 'What if this fellow is like twenty feet tall? What if I can't even hurt him?' The old officer rubbed the side of his head anxiously, brushing his hand across the smooth skin of his head. 'Not too much I can do about it now, I already signed up for this tournament.'

A doorway slid open in front of him, through the gateway he saw massive green pastures. A few large structures were in the distance, but they were a bit too far away for it to matter. His doorway lead outwards to a grassy area with just a single tree for acres on end. A massive river ran past this tree, and so that seemed like the prime location for him to wait.

Godfrey stepped through the gateway, his weight dropping to the ground heavily. The grass crunched beneath his feet, the wind between the door and the plains was alarmingly different. The ait inside was stale and unmoving, but the breeze outside was much stronger. The tree bent and bowed to the winds, the grass struck against his heels lightly. "Well, this is much more pleasant than I thought it would be!"

Godfrey raised his hands over his shoulders, five spherical objects began to materialize above his shoulders. The crystaline spheres shimmered and shuddered, quaking their way into existence. "Alright, now, where is he?" The orbitals finished appearing over his body and began to slowly move into position at his side. Slowly rotating around his waist.
Take heed, my post will be under the assumption that all of the characters are aware that they are in a tournament.
The irony here lies in that, the Anthropomorphic Griffin is fighting a man whose last name is Griffin.

Also, didn't edit my post. I just copied it raw so I didn't have to redo the hiders.
Tharraleos Polemistis the Griffin vs Godfrey Griffin
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