Implementor Volgathras Posted October 6, 2010 Implementor Report Share Posted October 6, 2010 Atebos says 'Let the bodybuilder's contest get underway.' As the sun rises, the churchbells of the Temple of Light announce the dawn of a new day. Rygsne pulls out a comb, gets it stuck in the hair pertruding from his nose, curses, and breaks the comb. Heiku takes a seat in one of the nearby judges chairs. Atebos says 'Contestants have an hour to prepare themselves.' Rygsne says 'Ahm not a contestant is meh?' Atebos looks at Rygsne. Rygsne says 'Said yer needa HUMAN.' Rygsne snorts derisively. Heiku counts a mass of coins in a small pouch. Atebos says 'I require the coinage for you to enter it.' Rygsne says 'What, ah'd be able tuh join in?' Atebos nods his head slowly. Rygsne says 'Ah need a lil more time den an hour!' Rygsne says 'Mebbe like a day? Dat aright?' An hourglass pops out of thin air next to the cenatur. Atebos inspects the hourglass. Heiku squirms in the judge's chair trying to get comfortable. His massive thighs squeezed in by the armrests. Atebos says 'Since it IS a late entry we shall give you a day.' The Red Dragon Inn Commons You stand within the Red Dragon Inn commons. A large wooden bar spans the room here, and a very pretty serving girl is here, pouring ales for the guests. A large stage has been set up here for traveling performers, and a small stairway leads upward to the rooms on the next floor. [Exits: north south] A large wooden stage is built here, for performers. (Charmed) A stone golem stands here to do his master's bidding. Rygsne the Exalted Defender of Nature is here. Atebos the Arbiter of Destiny, Ruler of Fate is here. (OUTCAST) Holden the Master of Words is here. (Charmed) A young black dragon belonging to Heiku is here. Rygsne walks north. Atebos says 'However.' Holden walks north. You snort derisively. As the sun reaches its apex, the Temple of Balance's churchbells toll High Noon. Atebos says 'We still need the payment..' Holden walks in. Holden gives Atebos some gold. Born at: 7am, Sunday the 40th of Chaos (Fall) 1229 PC. Aged : 19 (Left-handed) (Addict) Face: Rugged Eyes : Brown Facial-Hair: Clean Hair: Short Color: Brown Texture: Thick Body: Slender Skin : Tan Description: You set eyes on a figure easily recognized as a man. His forehead slopes back giving his skull a round appearance. He has dark brown almost black hair that seems to begin at a peak then drape behind his ears to just below his shoulders. He looks upon the world through large black eyes bordered above by sleek up slanting eyebrows. A long nose rests in the dead center of his long face. Standing six and one half feet tall, his chest piece is brilliantly decorated with tribal like runes. Constructed from fine woven chainmail with tiny spikes protruding from the uppermost regions. His left arm is most intriguing, a mechanical gauntlet seems to embrace this entire limb. It has no magical properties, and no source of power is evident. The right arm, still attached, is leaner than its mechanical opposite. Strong legs bless him with superb balance , though he leans forwards a bit. Heiku idly flexes random muscles as he lounges in the judge's chair. Holden says 'Got to say hydrated!' Holden drinks water from a magical spring. Atebos says 'Undoubtedly.' Holden eats some fresh muffins. You say 'NOT RIGHT BEFORE COMPETITION!! YOU GOTTA CUT WEIGHT AND MAKE THOSE MUSCLE -REALLY- STAND OUT!' You mutter quietly to yourself. You say 'IF YOU HAD PAID FOR MY SIX WEEK PROGRAM, YOU'D KNOW THAT!!' Heiku checks his pulse at his thick throat with two fingers on his right hand. Holden says 'Oh, these muffins are my secret special recipe!' You mutter quietly to yourself. Holden throws back his head and cackles with insane glee! Heiku makes a note on a judge's scorecard. Holden says 'I got my own program, here trying to showcase it tonight...' Holden holds his jaw tight. Holden doesn't look as strong. Holden swears : #@*"*&^*#%@*&! !!!!! Heiku glances at Holden. 'WELL IT OBVIOUSLY AIN'T WORKIN! Holden says 'Wasn't going to say anything until I won...' Holden says 'Yeah well, your's must not either since none of your trainees showed up!' Atebos says 'Is Contestant number one, Holden the bard, ready' Holden slides on his knees to the center stage flexing along the way, 'OH YEAH! Heiku leans back in the judge's chair still trying to desperately find comfort. A little scorecard appears out of thin air and is snatched out of thin air by the deity. Heiku seems to give an official looking nod to the deity. Holden clinches his teeth tight, still flexing, not breaking a sweat. Born at: 10pm, Firstday the 1st of Life (Spring) 1209 PC. Aged : 39 (Right-handed) (Alcoholic) Face: Ordinary Eyes : Brown Facial-Hair: Shaven Hair: Short Color: Brown Texture: Curly Body: Muscular Skin : Tan Description: Mangy brown, short and slimy hair cover the body of this man from head to toe. Hair sticks out of his ears, the bottom of his lip, and even from beneath his eyes. Whiskers cover his cheeks and grow out from his abnormal animal looking nose. The hair on his head is whisked back with the grease that covers the entirety of his body, making him look well mannered and presentable. He wears red cotton pants and a red t-shirt, both without buttons and loosely hanging from his body. Fingernails pertrude out of both of his hands and feet, each and every one of them dirty and masked with whatever substance they've last touched. Although his hair is long, unkempt, covers his body, and even though he has the god-awful stench of a dog, this man looks like a normal, very hairy human being. Holden performs six of his signiture poses, while spinning and performing backflips. AND hums a small tune. Holden says 'Keep up that heart rate!' Heiku chortles and snorts, apparently displeased. Holden winks at you, 'Not all appreciate improvement. Holden says 'Here, let me tone myself down so you can appreciate it.' You say 'YOU SEE A SIGN SAYIN GYMNASTICS ANYWHERE AROUND HERE?! I'VE GOT A MIND TO JUST DISQUALIFY YOU RIGHT HERE!' Holden gets a wand of weakening from a sturdy backpack. Atebos makes a tick mark upon the scorecard. Holden zaps Holden with a wand of weakening. Holden's efforts with a wand of weakening produce only smoke and sparks. Holden throws back his head and cackles with insane glee! Heiku yawns and scribbles something on a small scorecard. Holden spins around on the ground anc cackles intensely. Rygsne arrives from a puff of smoke. Heiku stares blankly at the stage. Atebos allows the scorecard to hang in mid air by some unseen force and crosses his arms. Rygsne gasps for air. 'Ookkay. Worked out as much as meh could!' Born at: 10pm, Firstday the 1st of Life (Spring) 1209 PC. Aged : 39 (Right-handed) (Alcoholic) Face: Ordinary Eyes : Brown Facial-Hair: Shaven Hair: Short Color: Brown Texture: Curly Body: Muscular Skin : Tan Description: Covered in brown mangy hair, the body of this very large human being looks akin to a great big ball of fur. Long stringy arms with fat hanging loosely are hanging by his sides. His face his shrunken and cheeks hang down to his neck. His nose is long and thin and is covered in hair -- inside and out. This man's breasts hang just as low as his cheeks do, also covered in mangy brown hair. His fingers and hands hang loosely from his once muscular arms as well. A large belt made of bark is the only thing covering his extremities from his waist down. Stringy thighs with loose skin hang just below his knob knees, and his shins show little sign of muscle. As with his upper body, it seems that every single pore of his skin is accompanied by a long, greasy brown hair. Suspenders are also worn from his shoulders and clamp onto his buttocks, holding up what skin it can from hanging loosely to the ground. Completing this ball of fur is an unpolished golden crown which he wears on his head. Holden looks at Rygsne. Rygsne gives Atebos some gold. Holden says 'Don't see that every day.' Holden winks at Rygsne. Atebos makes another tick mark on a seperate scorecard and says, 'Contestant Rygsne entered.' Heiku gags repeatedly, but manages to hold back. Rygsne looks down at himself 'What? That'suh prime body!' Holden doesn't look as strong. Heiku makes a few notes on a seperate scorecard, placing the first facedown on the table. Atebos looks at the hourglass. Rygsne says 'Phooey.' Rygsne limps off, 'Jus a moment.' Rygsne walks north. Holden says 'I will not dispute, I can't be the only one to compete.' Atebos says 'If contestant Holden is finished, he may make his way down off the stage.' Rygsne limps back in, dragging skin with him. Holden steps down off the stage. Holden takes his seat. Rygsne makes a move toward the stage but trips over the end of his belt. Holden takes his seat and smashes it against Heiku's back! Rygsne says 'Nnggh.' Holden snickers and takes another seat. Shrugging off the feeble blow, Heiku continues watching Rygsne intently. Rygsne picks himself back up and climbs up onto the stage -- looks like a laborous task for him... Rygsne finally stands as tall as he can, brings up his arms and flexes. Heiku nods softly as he peers across the stage from his judge's chair. Skin droops down beneath Rygsne's biceps, and the half-standing half-hunched over Rygsne makes a loud noise akin to a roar. Atebos looks at Rygsne. Holden looks at Atebos. Rygsne strikes another pose, dropping his right arm below his left, flexing much as he can, but to no avail. Heiku almost breaks a smile has he puts a checkmark somewhere on a small scorecard. Atebos watches expectantly. Rygsne lifts the skin of his stomach over his right arm, and brings his left arm behind him for a strikingly odd pose. Atebos blinks. Once. Heiku continues to watch the performance. A bewildered look takes over his face. Defying gravity, it seems, Rygsne does four flawless jumping jacks. Skin flying everywhere as he does so. Heiku shields his eyes. 'ENOUGH! ENOUGH!! GET OFF THE STAGE!! Holden laughs at Rygsne mercilessly. Rygsne drops down to the floor, breathing hard and almost out of breath, and rolls off the stage. Atebos watches as the last contestant steps off of the stage. After inspecting the scorecards, Atebos looks at you. Rygsne lifts his head up over the bottom of the stage. 'How'd ah do?' He says breathlessly. Heiku mutters a few obscenities as he examines the scorecards. Atebos turns to look at the contestants and says, 'Will the contestants please step into the next room. Atebos points north. Holden walks north. Rygsne crawls northward. Rygsne walks north. Atebos turns to look at you. Atebos says 'I think it is plain to see.' Heiku continues muttering. 'I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH AN EMBARASSING SHOW OF STRENGTH!' He glances at his scorecards, then at Atebos. 'WHAT DO YOU THINK?! Two scorecards suddenly burst into flame and disappear in a flash of ashes. Atebos says 'Mortals are disgusting creatures.' Heiku nods solemnly. 'THE BARD DID NOT PREPARE FOR THIS CONTEST AND IT SHOWED ON STAGE!' He nods a few times as he makes his remarks. Atebos says 'The werebeast, despite his poor state - did improve himself much in one day.' Heiku closes his eyes momentarily, recalling the other performace. 'AS AWFUL AS HE LOOKED...' He chortles as he forces the words out. 'I'M INCLINED TO ANNOUNCE RYGSNE AS THE WINNER, WHAT ABOUT YOU?! Atebos says 'I am inclined to agree' Atebos says 'Until the next contest.' Atebos looks at you. Atebos says 'There WILL be a next contest, correct' Heiku mutters under his breath. 'WEREBEASTS...BAH! You say 'THAT THERE HOLDEN WAS THE ONLY ONE TO SIGN UP ORIGINALLY! LOOKIN LIKE ALL THE CONTESTANTS HAVE FINISHED!' Atebos shrugs helplessly. You shrug. Atebos says 'Call them in.' You yell 'CONTESTANTS MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE STAGE!!' Holden runs in flexing! Rygsne drags himself in, wheezing. Heiku nods softly, his face the color of a tomato. You say 'YOUR JUDGES HAVE SCORED THIS CONTEST, IF IT COULD BE CALLED SUCH A THING! ARE YOU PREPARED TO HEAR THE RESULTS?!' Atebos nods at you in agreement. Rygsne leans up against the side of the stage and weakly nods. Holden grins evilly. Heiku mutters as he looks at the bard. 'HOLDEN, YOUR LACK OF PREPERATION SHOWED IN YOUR PERFORMANCE, IT WAS DESPICABLE!! Heiku looks at the werebeast. Holden winces in agony. You say 'RYGSNE, YOU AIN'T EVEN A HUMAN! AND BY MY LORD YOU'VE GOT TO KEEP WORKIN ON YOUR MUSCLE DEPTH!!' You say 'BOTH OF YOU GAVE IT YOUR BEST AND SHOULD LEAVE HERE WITH ONLY A POSITIVE ATTITUDE!' Rygsne hangs his head.. by shame? Or by the weight of his skin? Who knows.. Heiku grumbles, 'THAT BEING SAID!!! WE HAVE DECIDED THE WINNER TO BE...... You nod at Atebos. Atebos says 'Rygsne.' Rygsne blinks innocently. Holden doesn't look as strong. Holden falls to the floor... Unconcious. Rygsne gives a half-hearted cheer for himself. Heiku half-heartedly cheers on the Merchant. You say 'AS PROMISED, 250,000 COINS WILL BE DEPOSITED INTO YOUR ACCOUNT, COURTESY OF HEIKU'S SIX WEEK PROGRAM!!' Atebos says 'The winner will soon be known throughout the realms by the title he deserves.' Atebos says 'Congratulations.' Heiku smiles more to himself than anyone. 'AND FOR THE RUNNER-UP...A FREE SAMPLE OF MY TRAINING FORMULA!! You rip the lid off of a jar titled 'Training Formula' and offer Holden a scoop. Holden's muscles swell dangerously as he consumes the formula. Holden says 'Now I'm cooking with fire!' Rygsne smiles briefly, trying to hold his skin up. Rygsne says 'Well! Ah aint never thought ah'd win dat.' Holden scratches his head, looking very confused. Holden says 'Yeah, me neither but congrats.' Holden shakes Rygsne's hand. Heiku chortles, 'THIS AIN'T NEVER BEEN HEARD OF BEFORE IN THE WORLD OF BODYBUILDING!!! ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!! Rygsne slumps down to the ground. 'Workin out twenny four hours straight has its benefits!' Atebos smirks. Atebos leaves in a swirling mist. You yell 'A DAMNED WEREBEAST!!' You groan loudly. Holden nods in enthusiastic agreement with you. Heiku leaves to the north but not beforing throwing his chair against the wall. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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