NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is taing place in the city of Krosa in Smoldering Fury. Wizards/Sorcerers/Mages of any kind are invited to a tournament of skill. Once competitors arrive, they are to wait in the reception area of the Krosan Coloseum until the tournament starts. Then, they are to move into the area behind the main arena, where 2 at a time will be called onto the field. The fights are not to the death, as I would not want to kill anyones RPing characters, but merely until one submits or is knocked unconcious.
If you are interested, simply RP the arrival of your character, and when we have enough, the tournament will begin.

IC: Morgan Leah(Dressed in black trenchcoat, with long, bright orange hair) walked through the entrance into the reception area. "Looks like i'm the first one here," He said. Going up to the main desk, he decided to put his name down on the registration sheet.(OOC: Every character must put their info on the registry sheet before participating.) There were no other names on the sheet.
Name: Morgan Leah / Species: Elf / Type of Magic: Lightning
After registering, he went out on the front steps to await the other competitors arrivals.

Seeing no one else around, Morgan decided to go buy a drink. As he walked into the bar, two men stood up and walked over to him. He said, "Look, I just want to buy a drink."

One of the men, a very large burly person, said, "Well it's just not that easy, now is it?"

"Would you like to find out?" asked Morgan, narrowing his eyes.

"Yeah," said one of the men. They started moving towards him, and one drew a knife. Morgan casually raised his hand. It started to glow pale yellow, and his hair rustled, as if with the wind. The two men did not look so confident now, but kept advancing. One man lunged forward. Morgan Raised His other hand, and two bolts of lightning hit each man straight in the chest.
When they had fallen to the ground, morgan Said under his breath, "Fools."
The bartender responded with, "Get out of my bar!" Not wanting any trouble, Morgan did. "Damn," he pondered, "Why is it so hard to get a drink in places like this."