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Forspoken's writing doesn't really bother me. The price tag does.
Can I still post my submission or has that ship sailed? I mentioned wanting to join earlier. Also, Holy there are a lot of submissions.

Competition makes adults out of children. :3
Mostly finished conceptualizing. Not a big fan of competing in such a stacked game but I've got an itch and it must be scratched.



“Hm?”

Eli shot a glance at the boy beside him, but only just barely.

As much as he found it absolutely unfair that he had to wait several rounds to get a good warm up match, he did like the thrill of battle even if it meant watching it. Back home, in the Silvercrest Mountains, Eli had been a terrible student… when it came to learning from reading or hearing. With seeing, though? That had been his forte. His sword tutor, Algernon, a famous knight, had said that was par the course for people who had the ability to control their aura. That aside, Eli wasn’t as supremely perceptive as other knights. He tunnel visioned his fights and only seemed to read someone's movements well when he was in the thick of it in a dueling circle. From afar, with his fingers twitching in his pockets out of sheer boredom? He wouldn’t be able to really get a read on the fighters in the arena. At least, not as well as someone like the boy to his left did.

“I guess so. But they could make it seem like more of a competition.” He leaned forward, trying to get a closer view. “There’s four sections. One of them could be assigned to two nobles. I’unno. I just want to get out there.”


Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches



“They tried to do that at the beginning. Before we had hunters.”

Trantascilia had remembered the stories. She was but a child during that brief period where the pyromancers were the sword and the shield, the moment where hunters didn’t really exist. When a hunter did come, she had been alone and for years the void consumed the entire Empire of Aulrithia with needless abandon. It was because of that there was so much void coming upon the rest of the world because places like Midnos allowed Aulrithia and the free nations beside her to get swallowed while they worked tirelessly to create new solutions.

A terrible time.

“A great misfortune is that despite their abilities, they can not do it. Which is why we need to work together, unified by our goal to drive out the darkness.” She smiled, turning to the small child hunter who had survived. “It is very inspiring of awe. Coolness of the greatest kind.”


It seemed before Victoria could get a hold of all of her faculties, that someone crawled over to her.

The boy, probably more distressed than she was, showed it in a way that was far more assertive and pleading. Her grip on her legs seemed to loosen as his words, eschewed together like they were taped together with gum, seemed to distract her from her own awful anxiety. It was a thing that in a less distressing situation she may have smiled at the fact someone was caring about her, about noticing her. She wasn’t invisible. However, she was on a sub-tropical island in the middle of nowhere after being pushed into British waters.

This was not a situation she could shake so easily.

“Uh-”

That is until he asked her if she saw what he saw–if he felt what he felt. And then it came to his neurotic pleading to know that everything was real and he wasn’t dead. Assuming insanity was something Victoria hadn’t ruled out, but given their entire surroundings and the facts of the situation it seemed that they were not all having delusional fits. Logically, one could surmise that they had been taken from England to somewhere in the South Pacific. But that would also imply that anything that happened between point a and point b made any sense. Logic was out of the window. Though, perhaps she could apply logic to help the boy in front of her?

She held out her hand.

And she smacked him as hard as she could.

“There. You’re real. See?” Somehow the smile she doubted she could muster appeared on her face.

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And so the games began.

If one could call the first dance of the qualifiers any sort of game to begin with. Eli wasn’t particularly impressed, with his hands still buried in his pockets as he looked onward as eight commoners made their way to the arena floor.

The game was stacked against them. With the nobility guaranteed for entry in the second or third round, it allowed men to rest on their laurels as the children of peasants, craftsmen, and merchants dueled for a place in the ranks of a knight. They had everything to lose and everything to gain. In contrast to nobles who had nothing to lose and nothing to gain, it created a stark contrast that Eli noticed pretty clearly. Eli would have to remain bored while he waited his turn and the commoners were whittled down to a small number, before ultimately having their limited stamina tested by people like him who had to wait their turn due to archaic rules and principles that skewed the idea of becoming a knight a noble privilege. A sigh left his breath; it was neither particularly fair or fun.

His fellow nobles to his left and right couldn’t have possibly thought this was the proper way to showcase skills was it? Eli didn’t look at either of them, whoever they may have been, and uttered a comment that was as bored as it was annoyed.

“Doesn’t seem fair.” He mused, “They get to have fun and showcase their skills while we sit and wait our turn.”


Victoria Yarwood wasn’t afraid of the water.

She was afraid of many things, but never had she felt particularly despondent towards the ocean. However, the atmosphere of her new surroundings had made her rethink that fear almost instantaneously.

“I-”

The shrill scream of Sofia as she fell to the ground caused Victoria to take pause with her own thoughts. They had plunged themselves to the deep and had ended up in a place that made no sense, a place that all logical conclusions in her mind resisted. The United Kingdom could not support sub-tropical flora or weather, even with the advent of climate change, so Victoria too was very confused and rattled by the sudden change in her environment. She grabbed her knees tightly as she sat on the ground, shaking, however subtly. Her anxiety felt like a domino that was cascading in a loop.

The waters around the academy certainly had a sick sense of humor, but Victoria, well, she didn’t find it very funny. She subtly rocked back-and-forth in her position, looking down at the ground as she did so. She must’ve looked like she had entirely shut down to anyone who was looking her way.
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