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 Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:12 am
We are almost ready to start up the Tournament, So Here I am, setting up.
Now, Some of my may be wondering why we called it the Elminster House tournament. well... All I really know is that he is over eleven hundred years old... and apparently he got turned into a women. (If you want to know more, ask Airaka. She named the tournament) Anyways. If you wish to enter your character, please put their name's into the 'Wooden chest' Please just post their name and nothing else, And remember, choose wisely. This Tournament isn't for everyone. Once you've put their name in, there is no turning back.
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 12:03 pm
Honstly, just because I pointed out two things that stuck in your mind doesn't mean that is all you needed to write.
Yes, Elminster is over eleven hundred years old, though I don't see how that much matter. It just proves how much better he'll be at magic then most of these damned students at this school. With great age comes great wisdom, yes?
Now, about the woman thing. Alright, we all know Airaka has a giant gender changing fetish (Quah!~ ... No... It's only a teeny tiny one!). Don't interrupt me idiot! >.<; Now, back on to what I was saying. Elminster was changed into a woman, BY A GODDESS, so to strengthen his bond with magic and to know what it is to be a woman. It would be good for some of you students to become women aswell, then you might begin to understand what the hell you are doing when you flick your wand about. Though, I doubt you'll ever meet a goddess.
He is a Chosen of the goddess Mystra, who is the same person who changed him into a woman. Furthermore, he is most likely the strongest of all the chosen.
The Sage of Shadowdale, as he is commonly called, has saved the world he lives in multiple times, in different ways each time. He has a heart of gold, a deep need to bring trannical, pompous, and cruel persons low, and a "Don't push me" manner.
This tournament was created by Elminster to train wizards in the important aspects they need to survive. It is meant for people older then you damn blockheads, and so I had to water it up a bit. ( ... I bet you you didn't. You're gonna kill 'em all! ). I said shut up. Honestly, you're like a goblin on crack.
Also, let me tell you this. If I hear anyone saying this Elminster's Tourney is a knock off of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I will personally knock your head off. The Tri-Wizard Tournament is a weak version of Elminster's Tourney, meant for fun and games. Elminster's Tourney is meant to teach you something. The Tri-Wizard Tourney was created years after Elminster's Tourney in an attempt to get rich. It's worthless.
Alright, so that's all of my ramblings. If you have any further question, please mail Airaka, as she knows my address. (That I do!). Much to my disgust. (ARKAYLE! You're so mean). Yea, ******** you.
Oh yea, I just realised, you don't know who I am. I am called Myar ap'zen, or Arkayle Hunrrett. I am one of the few who have the ability to complete Elminster's Tourney, and have been trusted with training wizards since I graduated from my Wizarding School. Your Headmaster has asked me to complete an Elminster's Tourney with four of your students. Four. That is all. One from eqach house. Okay? Now, good day.
(Bye! ^-^ )
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:02 pm
"Oi! Anyone home?"
The door flew open, and in strode a pale, slender man, strikingly blue eyes looking about bored and half-lidded. His hair was a shaggy black, falling about his shoulders haphazardly, clothed in black leather and a dark grey coat that had once been black. Clutched in one almost talon-like hand was a battered umbrella that was still in decent use, and in the other a small briefcase, also battered with age.
His blue eyes flicked about, then he gave a shrug and walked over to the table that stood apart from the chest, setting the briefcase down. "Well, if Arkayle's not here right now, I should leave it for her..."
"Oi! Who're you?" a voice barked, and the stranger turned his head slightly to see Filch, breathing raggedly, striding over. "Unless you've got permission from Dumbledore, you can't be here!"
"Ah, I apologise, my good man," the stranger said lightly, his voice tinted with a light French accent that seemed to have worn away over the years. "I'm just here to drop a few things off. My advice is, never play poker for drinks. You'll always end up a bottle or two short."
Filch's eyes widened slightly. "What're you sayin'? You brought alcohol onto school property?!"
The stranger grinned, and Filch jumped. His canines were abnormally long, and gleaming white, like polished pearls.
"You're a vampire!"
"Great reasoning skills. I'll give you an O on stating the obvious. In any case, je m'appelle Blaise Asdémo, je suis de Bordeaux. I was the champion of the Elminister Tourney back in France, around 1809, but the loser of a rather intoxicated game of five-card draw with Mademoiselle Arkayle. May I ask, where is she?"
Filch blinked. "We don't know. She seems to've disappeared."
"Pity. Must have wandered into the lake and drowned. Thus is the end of mortals; pointless, if you get the pun. If you don't, I'm not going to explain it. Who's going to run the Tourney since she's gone?
"I don't right know, ah... Asdémo."
"Blaise is fine," he said, seizing the chair from the table and sitting down, putting his boots up on the table, his arms behind his head. "In any case, I'll run the Tourney until Arkayle returns. Free of charge; I have little need for mortal currency. Now go tell Dumbledore of this."
"I'm not taking any commands from any vampire!" Filch barked. Blaise raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes flashing once, and within seconds the vampire was behind him, teeth at the filthy man's neck.
"Your blood will be disgusting," he breathed, "And you really need to bathe more. But if you don't do as I ask, I might just overlook that."
Filch froze, then nodded quietly. "C'mon, Mrs. Norris, let's go tell Dumbledore..." he muttered, walking out of the room.
Blaise made a face of disgust, then walked over to the table. So long as Arkayle was gone, he saw no reason why he should save any liquor for her.
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