International Incidents' RPer of 2013 Competition: Kylarnatia versus Crystal Spires
Welcome to International Incidents' Roleplayer of the year, 2013 edition! This is a friendly competition for the purpose of recognizing and supporting stellar roleplayers throughout the year of 2013. The aim of the competition is to have some fun, build some competitive spirit, and to provide some extra exposure for helpful and interesting RPers!
The rules are simple: each player gets one vote. You are free to provide your own reasoning as to why, but you are not required to. You do not need to provide your own reasoning if someone asks. However, you are encouraged to provide reasons why you voted for that particular RPer. Please, please, PLEASE vote with your mains. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know. If there is a reasonable number of puppets (reasonable left up to myself to decide) or low-post accounts voting in a fashion that I would be concerned, I may close the match for review. Remember, this is all in good fun, so let's have some fun!
The semi-finals opens with a bang as the last remaining Mentor Kylarnatia goes up against roleplaying juggernaut Crystal Spires! Both players have proven their mettle against several major competitors and veterans; Kylarnatia has prevailed against Saurisisia and Ganos Lao, whereas Crystal Spires proved victorious against Allanea and Virana. Now, the two of them clash in this heart-pounding throwdown. Will Crystal Spires' seemingly unstoppable momentum propel her to the finals, or will Kylarnatia prove too much for the Mystrian menace?!
Kylarnatia -
"I dunno man, and it's probably best not to know. We're just her taxi drivers. We drop her off, move on, and come back around when she calls us back!" The pilot called back to his friend, who then took a second to look back at their passenger, who hadn't taken her eyes off the floor of the Hercules since she'd sat down, before turning back to the cock pit again to try and make sense of where they were heading. However, he could see nothing from where he was standing, so he just had to wait for his friend to give him the signal for when they were there. He'd hated the long, awkward silence with the tall, mysterious woman that had existed for most of the trip. He'd have to endure it for a little longer, but luckily not too long."Alright, we're here! Get ready!" The pilot shouted back as loud as he could into the cargo hold to his friend and their passenger, who immediately stood erect, at her imposing height of 6'7". As the light in the hold turned red, the back end slowly began to open up and welcomed in the cold Northern Sea winds. Turning to face the slowly opening hatch, the deadly assassin made her way closer towards it, careless of the risks. The young smuggler who'd accompanied her in the back looked on in partial horror as he held the parachute he was tasked to give to her, which she also knew, but seemed to brush aside.
When he tried to approach, the hatch then became fully open. Then, just as he was about to reach her, the light in the hold turned green, and she removed her long cloak with one unhooking of a chain and immediately belted in down the length of the hold and jumped out of the Hercules, plunging down to the sea below. The young smuggler's shock and horror intensified, as he slowly backed away and the hatch started to close again. His head immediately bolted back to faced the cock pit.
"She just jumped without a 'chute!" He propelled his words as far as he could again, but this time the shock he'd just suffered seemed to weaken his vocal chords.
"What?!" The pilot called back in confusion.
"I said, she just jumped, WITHOUT A 'CHUTE!" He shouted back again, summing up all the strength he could to get the seriousness of the matter across, and this time the pilot heard him, but couldn't respond for a few seconds for he, too, was shocked.
"Wh--Wha--What the hell do you mean she jumped without a 'chute?!" - Purloined Lighting
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- Crystal Spires
With the Summer Sun reaching High Noon, the Imperial City was in an uproar, the newly proclaimed King had already created a large mess with his overt change of Altean policies that the locals were uncomfortable with, first with the proscription against beastbaiting, and then the release of slaves from bondage. While there were all manners of support from the North Lords, the Southern Lords and the Western Lords had been strongly opposed. The Eastern Lords were complacent, they had no actual care for slavers nor was the question of slavery ever taken seriously. ‘They had other shit to worry about’ a phrase made popular by Duke Moltov who had no manner of patience for the Western or Northern folk. The Half timber houses seemed to be a normal sight in Altea, and the newer buildings seemed to be more spartan and brutalist. There were cars driving over the newly placed pavement, but the sidewalks seemed to be more cared for. There were potholes in the pavement, and there seemed to be the newer idea of just filling the holes with dirt to cover them. On the other hand, there seemed to also be cobblestone paths which were much more frequently used and were carefully tended to. The Guard was on high Alert as requested by his Majesty due to the pair of attempted assassinations upon him due to his revolutionary proscriptions. They were upon every street corner which gave the impression to the normal civilians, that there was possibly going to be a revolt of some sort, however they did not know for what. The necrons arrival was not expected by most of the population, but doubtless some were prepared for the notion; what they were unlikely to be prepared for was the means of arrival that they had chosen. The entire city was affected, almost at once, by a strange darkening, as there were no clouds in the sky, but rather as though the sun had refused to shine. The Alteans were baffled at the coming of darkness. One side preacher shouted, “SEE YOU THERE! THE SIGN OF THE END TIMES! ACCEPT THE CHRIST AND YOU WILL BE SAVED!” He shouted as he ran to take shelter and the air raid alarms began to call out like a yowl as the guard, not soldiers, braced themselves. None but the Queen who had taken shelter had any idea of what had become of the King when he went to the lands of Menelmacar in order to spare their nation of horrific doom. She had no hope that he would return again, but she waited wondering, and as she saw the darkened skies she knew... Aziane, Queen of Altea took her daughter and closed the windows and screens.
“It was too late... Too late Syrian.” She muttered to herself as she took her precious daughter Rosalie to the panic room, and tried to hide desperately with the child who knew nothing of what was going on. “What’s wrong Mama?” She asked as her innocent blue eyes filled with wonder at the enormous cloud in the sky. - Lessons to the Lion
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