"Congratulations to our first contestant chosen to participate in the special introductory event, Qroowk. For your first opponent, you will be facing off against..."
"Callous Rake!"
Qroowk will take one round of preparation to cast mage armour. He also takes out his light crossbow.
Qroowk lets out a loud squawk before taking to the air, calling out to the person below "Someone clipped your wings?"
He then raises his crossbow and takes a shot at the callous rake.
The callous rake makes his way confidently towards his flying opponent as the crossbow bolt veers far from it’s target, his banded mail and shield unnecessary against such an attack. A sense of false security? Perhaps, but the young rake has much to prove and he plans to do so here. As he moves, the rake sheaths the longsword and goads his opponent.
”What good are wings if you can’t hit your mark?”
Qroowk flies closer, unconcerned about the armour the rake is wearing, descending so he's closer to the rake. "Let's see if you're so confident after this!"
Qroowk then reaches out with his mind, seeking out the most vulnerable parts of the rake's mind, and attempts to damage them.
Feeling the effects of the spell start to take hold, the callous rake attempts to fend off the attack...
...while the rake still feels the after effects, he manages to fend off the brunt of the attack.
Hoping to take advantage of the situation, the rake pulls a dagger from his belt and throws it at Qroowk.
"Your tricks are nothing against the protection of my god~" he yells back with a laugh as his dagger hits true.
Crying out after being struck in the shoulder by the dagger, Qroowk attempts to remain at the same altitude
Unable to do so, he slips downwards, shouting "Good throw. Pity that neither that nor your god will save you"
He dives forward into his opponents mind again, reinforcing his own in an attempt to fully overpower his opponent.
Without waiting to see if his attack incapacitates his foe, Qroowk then wheels and flies away, letting out another loud screech
The rake would stumble back under the continued mental assault. The battle was unusual to him and prevented him from his normal fighting style. Unable to do anything to his opponent with the loss of his dagger, he chooses to put some distance between them while goading his opponent.
"Not much of a sportsman are you? I doubt the crowd cares for matches where only one side fights."
Hissing to himself from the pain in his shoulder, Qroowk spins in the air and flies towards his opponent, fumbling to reload his crossbow as he does so.
"I think the crowd is here more for blood than sportsmanship, don't you? However I might just give you a fighting chance."
"You might get far with your tactics, but they'll not protect you forever," the callous rake responds as he moves after his flying opponent with sword in hand.
"If you're going to be so foolish, it's no wonder my magic has been having trouble finding purchase in your head"cries Qroowk, before once again diving for his opponents thoughts.
Still pained by the dagger in his shoulder, despite wanting rid of it, Qroowk then spins in the air and flies away.
"Faith is not..." he starts to shout back before crumbling to the ground.
The crowd stays silent, not sure how to feel about the fight. It had been a fight, but not one of much excitement.
"Well done to our introductory member. You have shown your ability and won the right to continue on. Please take a bow before proceeding out of the arena to collect your winnings."
The voice seems to gain the crowd's attention and some of them start to clap softly.
Qroowk flies the rim of the arena once as a victory lap, before landing at the centre, bowing and walking out, looking for medical attention before going to seek his winnings. After collecting them, he signs up for another match, making sure to shop in the downtime.
"For this fight I introduce to you Qroowk, the flying fighter, and the novice scout."
Qroowk takes his two preparation rounds to cast mage armour and to cast one of his scrolls of shield. He also makes sure to have his crossbow drawn and loaded.
Qroowk walks into the arena, waving to the crowd as he does so. "I hope that I can give a better showing against this scout" he shouts to the crowd, before fortifying himself with psychic energy, and attempting to push off from the ground straight up.
He does so, flying 45 feet straight up, before bringing his crossbow up and sighting round for his opponent, preparing to attack them should they move to attack him at range.
The ranger would wave to the crowd upon crowd as she entered. It was clear she was eager to be here. After bowing to both the crowd and her opponent, she would ready herself for the battle.
Upon seeing her opponent take the sky, the ranger would pull her longbow from her back and an arrow from her quiver. Knocking the arrow, she would quickly take aim and fire.
Upon seeing his opponent fire at him, and the arrow glance off his magical defences, Qroowk would return fire with his crossbow.
He then flies closer, descending at an angle so that he is only 15 feet off the ground.
"Let's see if you have the strength of mind to stand up to me!" he screams, before steeling himself and diving into his opponents head, eyes glowing the same vibrant purple that is now haloing his opponents head.
The novice scout stands against the onslaught, both physical and magical. Grimacing under the pain, he takes aim and shoots his longbow once more.
Taking the arrow shot to the side, Qroowk screeches shrilly, clutching at the wound and attempting not to drop, unable to muster the psychic energy to boost himself
He then cries "I shall not fall this day, you shall", before landing and reaching out a hand for his opponents head, while psychically seeking out his mind, eyes glowing purple as he does so.
The novice scout attempts to fight off the mental intrusions, but none the less falls to the ground.
The crowd roars as the announcer congratulates the contestant.
"Well fought Qroowk. Feel free to take a lap before receiving your reward."
Qroowk takes to the sky, flying a lap of the arena, waving to the crowd with one hand as he clutches his wound with the other, before landing and seeking medical attention.
He then claims his winnings, but does not proceed to buy anything. Instead he just signs up for another match, offering to do some work announcing fights in other languages in the meantime.
"Returning to the arena is Qroowk, the flying extraordinaire, and Pirate."
Qroowk once again makes use of his preparation rounds to cast mage armour, and make use of his second psychic scroll of shield, before stepping into the ring, waving at the crowd with one hand while holding his loaded crossbow lazily with the other.
As he is too busy appeasing the crowd, he is caught off guard by his opponents initial actions
The pirate quickly closes the distanced between them and lashes out with his falchion.
Qroowk squawks in fear as the falchion bounces off his magical protections, before bouncing backwards, wings flapping in terror.
"Get away from me you ugly brute" he cries, before letting his crossbow hang at his side and bringing his arm up. "Let us see if you have anything filling your head" He steels his mind before diving into his opponents mind, tearing at it, his eyes glowing purple as he does so.
After rooting through his opponents head, he then brings his arm down to support his crossbow again.
The pirate attempts to shake off the mental attack.
Moving after his opponent, he takes another swing.
Quickly hopping back once more, wings flapping to steady him, Qroowk brings his crossbow up and fires it at the pirate. "Let's see how you like a bolt in your belly"
He immediately busies himself reloading the crossbow, hoping his shot hit home.
The rogue sidesteps the crossbow bolt while stepping in to swing his sword once more.
Qroowk staggers forwards as the pirates falchion slices across his torso from shoulder to hip, collapsing to his knees. "Bugger"
He then falls face first to the arena floor, slipping into unconsciousness.
When he wakes in the infirmary, he will see about replacing the scroll he used, before signing up for another match, seeking to expunge the stain on his score card.
"What an upset..." the announcer says as Qroowk falls unconscious.
Qwoork is back and on his feet before the end of the day. The staff tending to his wounds in a quick and efficient manner.
Next match
"Put your hands together for the return of Qwoork! On the other side, we have Cautious Mage!
Qroowk takes his preparation rounds to cast mage armour and the new psychic scroll of shield, before walking into the arena, waving with one hand and holding his crossbow by his side with the other.
He takes to the air, flapping towards his opponent, before bringing his crossbow up and firing it at his opponent.
The mage would move beneath his opponent and hurl his staff up at him.
As his opponents quarterstaff flies by him, Qroowk descends to the arena floor, eyes lighting up as he does so. "Missing does you no favours"
He then turns to face the cautious mage, purple wreathing his opponents head as he dives for his thoughts, steeling his own mind as he does so.
The wizard attempts to fend off the mental intrusion.
...but fails to do so. Reeling from the attack, the wizard steps away from Qwoork and casts a spell.
Flames spring forth from his hand and attempt to envelope Qwoork.
Qroowk attempts to dodge the flames
Qroowk howls in pain as the flames envelop him momentarily, his clothing smouldering a bit at the edges as the flames lick at him.
"Oh you'll pay for that" he growls, as he draws the psychic scroll of touch of combustion from his belt, stepping after his opponent.
Qroowk then quickly reads over the scroll, reaching out to touch his opponent as his hand glows fiery as the magic takes hold.
The cautious mage would avoid the touch as he steps back once more to hurl his staff towards Qroowk.
Flinching as the staff hits his shoulder, Qroowk steps after his opponent opponent,letting loose a load screech as he does so, before reaching out to touch him again, hoping this time to set him alight.
Once more the mage evades the syrinx's touch and steps away to hurl his staff at his opponent.
"Why won't you stand still?" Qroowk screeches, as his opponents staff once more glances off his magical protections. He steps forward, bringing his arm up once more to attempt to touch his opponent in the chest.
He screeches out again. "DIEEEE"
The mage collapses to the ground unconscious, burning alive.
"And there you have it folks. Our friendly, or perhaps not so friendly, flying competitor wins again."
Qroowk spends his downtime training his psychic abilities, and also makes sure to buy more scrolls as well as a wand, before signing up for the next fight
"Let's hear it for the returning champions Qwoork and Battle Mage! They both have made it this far into the tower, but who will continue on today~!"
Qroowk spends his preparation rounds casting mage armour on himself as well as casting shield from one of his scrolls, before striding into the arena, wand clutched in one hand as he waves to the crowd with the other.
He's so busy thinking about how good this wand is going to be in comparison with his crossbow that he's too distracted to notice his opponent moving first.
The street magician steps towards his opponent while starting to cast a spell.
Qroowk successfully identifies the spell due to his knowledge of arcane casting components and how they influence magics manifestations.
Qroowk walks towards his opponent, deciding to stay on the ground for once. "Not very sporting, trying to make me fall asleep. Let's see how your casting fares with your mind in tatters!"
He then raises one hand to his forehead, eyes beginning to glow as light surrounds his opponents head, his thoughts driving forward into his opponents mind in an attempt to disrupt it
The gnome attempts to fend off the mental intrusions and finish casting his spell.
He manages to fight off the brunt of the attack, but loses his spell in the process. Changing tactics, the gnome moves forward and casts color spray on his opponent.