The 1st Light of Dawn Tournament | Labyrinth of Champions | Phase 1 | Entrant #2 - Ziio Aarushi

"Welcome all, to the first annual Light of Dawn Tournament! This tournament challenges the strongest of the strong, the bravest of the brave, the most daring of champions the Six Nations has to offer!

The Avatar cannot watch the world alone; the Avatar cannot guard billions of people all at once, and so the duty falls not only to us, but to you the people to defend yourselves and each other. You must fight to protect what is dear to you, to protect world peace and balance. To preserve these lands for generations to come!

We the Dawn Crusade have started this tournament for that purpose. To weed out potential candidates. To help us fight so that there will always be a dawn tomorrow! We the Holy Paladins of Light!

Now, without further ado, let the tournament begin! Champions, brave the labyrinth and do not look back, for hesitance will only get you killed. Brave the Labyrinth and find your way to Drak'Tharon Keep...those who cannot make it...well, you will have to fight your way out of Gun'Drak.

Good luck champions, and remember: from light comes comes, and from darkness, light. Let your passion be your light in the dark."

Those are the last words you hear before you step into the stone Labyrinth and the stone doors slam shut behind you. You've got enough food to last five weeks, and some basic first aid supplies for when things get grim. Otherwise it's you, your instincts and the voice in your head telling you you can do this, you can win. Just keep walking; that's in, one foot in front of the other. Left, right, left, right, left right, shit.

A few steps in and you're presented with your first choice. Left, right or forward. The path forks into three different, new paths. Each dark and foreboding. You think you hear growling down the left path. Something down the middle path gives you chills and makes you feel cold and hopeless, while the third path...something's watch you--maybe. Maybe because you feel like something's been watching you since you first walked into this maze. But do you have the guts to face it? To see if it, whatever "it" is, is there, waiting for you?

The choice is yours Champion. Pick your path, decide your fate, and fight to the death to defend it.

Ziio and her wolf pack marched single file down the narrow corridors of the roofless labyrinth. Ziio led, her two alphas, Tei and Amaterasu taking up behind her. The rest of the wolves were in random order behind them, though the two omegas remained firmly at the rear, as was the pecking order. Ziio knew this was the way, and so did the wolves, such was tradition. She could not change it.

Ziio and her wolves continued down the musty smelling, ancient and crumbling labyrinth. Ziio had just discovered she was the Avatar and her master, the Spirit King, recommended she enter the tournament in order to better train her mind and body. If she could survive in the ruins of Drak'Tharon, and all the secrets that laid within, then she could survive anything that would come to her.

Something in the voice of the Spirit King made Ziio think, no, she knew he knew more than he was letting on. Something big was coming, something even far beyond the Seven Thorns and the Spirit King was slowly starting to realize this. The Seven Thorns came from nowhere, and then right after Magmaros? It was two coincidental. Something was wrong. The Seven Thorns was a distraction for Magmaros, Ziio had figured out as much. She was not stupid. She had also eavesdropped on the Spirit King and the Order of the Elements, and the Dawn Crusade and the Royals.

Something was coming. Something that Magmaros had been trying to distract from but...but what? Oh well, Ziio would figure that out later. Right now, it was time to pick a path. Her first crossroads. All right, she would let the wolves decide. They would use their scent to discover the best path to the centre of Drak'Tharon. The wolves nosed around the three paths for a bit, sniffing and growling and finally Tei and Amaterasu decided. They suggested straight; right down the middle. Ziio obliged, and she disappeared down the dark path that led to who knew where--not Ziio, that was for sure.

You walk straight down the middle corridor. Down, down, deeper into the darkness. The chills you get slowly start to grow. Your hair is standing on end. Soon you discover why. Soon, when you find yourself, the stone door slamming behind you, no way of escape, and you come face to many faces with Verimethras, the Broken One. Once the proud advisor to the last Drak'an King, King Zul'Drak. A wise and cunning man, it is said that Verimethras is the reason for the curse to be placed on the Kingdom. How? Why? No one knows, but when you see him in his horrible twisted form, you know it must be true.

This form is his punishment. But by his people? By his leader? Or by those who placed the curse on Drak'Tharon in the first place? Who cared, right now, you want to run. Something inside you is telling you to escape. But the louder half, the half that says to stand and fight, is louder, it's stronger, and ultimately it wins. The great wing'd nether-demon, Verimethras, rears its ugly head, the other faces whispering and talking and chanting in foreign languages.

They sound like they're in terrible, horrible, mind-twisted, destructive, ripping pain. It sounds horrifying, so you try blocking it out but it's hard. The massive demon comes at you, charging, the ground shaking, the world feeling like it's going to end. "DEFILER!" he shouts, "LEAVE OUR KINGDOM! YOU ARE NOT WELCOME! YOU HAVE HURT US! DIE!" He's maddened, he doesn't know what's going on. He only sees an imaginary enemy that clearly you are not, and yet he wishes you dead regardless. With rage the demon swings its head and aims to bite down on your body.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

10

Attack Strength: x1 Multiplier

Random number (1,7500) :

4008

Holy fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. What an ugly son of a bitch. Even the wolves couldn't hold his gaze for long. This fucker was just...no. No. No, no, no, no, no. Nope; so much nope. Nope, nope, nope. Okay well, now that was over, Ziio sank low in a stance and drew her spear. No arrows. Arrows were not going to help here. Good god. Besides, did she really want to miss and shoot one of the other, rotting faces and make them scream in pain more? Great Gedo. Gedo fucking Mazo.

Hell no. Okay, no, stay focused. Too late for Ziio though. She dodged, but not before she felt his teeth graze through her side like a knife through butter. Shit, now she was bleeding. Fucking beautiful. Okay, time to fight back. Ziio took her spear and charged at Verimethras. Bringing up the tip, Ziio slide on the ground; her wolves were commanded to stay back. She slid on the ground, underneath Verimethras and thrusted the spear upwards, hoping to stab/slice open the bottom of this fucker's body.

Gedo H.C. Fucking Mazo on a Bicycle, what happened to this man to turn him into this...this...fucking thing! This fucking monstrosity! Ziio was not one to scare easy, but this thing would give her nightmares for years to come. And she fought Polar Dogs regularly.

Attack Accuracy[u]

Random number (1,10) :

5

[u]Attack Strenght

Random number (1,5000) :

3038

Verimethras dodges your attack.  He roars indignantly.  He will not die here.  He will not fall here.  He will devour you first.  He will rip your body to shreds.  He has made that point crystal clear; his teeth are the insurance for that claim.  You shiver a bit as his faces scream out for help but you do not heed them.  You steel yourself.  You are ready to take him on.

Angrily the demon spins and swings his tail.  He tries to knock you flat with it.  He will not let you get another chance to attack--not if he can do anything about it.  And yet, you know you will.  He is a twisted and crazed demon.  He is trying to murder an enemy that does not exist and you are merely the stand in.  One time, and one time soon, he will slip up.  One time.  That's all you need to finish him.

Before you have a chance to defend, the Gods call down from above as a ray of light hits you.  Your opponent is frozen in mid-movement.  He will not be frozen long; just long enough for you to hear words whispered from above.  The Goddess Elounli.  She blesses you with her endless love or humans.  She seeks to help you.  She whispers to your mind.


As the light fades and the voice dies away, your enemy unfreezes.  You find your attack raised to 10,000 and your maximum health doubled to 100,000.  She could not heal the damage you have taken already, but she did all she could for you.  Go forth Champion, you are blessed and ready to fight a hundred more monsters.  But do not get comfortable; there is still a long ways to go.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

5

Attack Strength: x1 Multiplier

Random number (1,7500) :

4059

Ziio ducked the Nope's tail. She went low to one knee and rolled out of the way. Her wolves back up a bit, giving her and the enemy space to fight. Ziio made it clear this was her fight. If she could take down this giant fucking Nope, she could take down anything. Ziio slammed the butt of her spear into the stone floor. Then again, and again. Banging so that it made a thumping sound. She was trying to rile the demon up. Get him worked up and have him fumble. That was her plan. The demon seemed to be taking the bait.

It roared and rattled, then charged her, and Ziio smiled as he did. She ran at him, dodged his first attack by rolling to the side. Angrily Nopey-nope-nope, turned and roared, charging again. Another dodge. This one was a bit closer. Ziio needed to keep her speed up. A third charge, a third dodge. By now Nope-meister was incredibly peeved and trying to do anything to hit Ziio. He charged her again, but this time, Ziio didn't dodge. She jumped up, raised her spear, and aimed to bring it down right on the demon's neck.

Attack Accuracy

Random number (1,10) :

4

Attack Strength

Random number (1,10000) :

3922