Open Chronicles Is this a beauty contest or an assassin contest?

[TTamark]

As the sun rose over the site of the amphitheatre, where the event would take place, people who had traveled from all over Arethil already began to pile in to watch the contest. Before the sun had even risen festivities were already being carefully prepared. Vendors had worked through the night preparing, and holding their spots for their stall when morning sun rose. Selling cushions and blankets, food and drink, fancy dress, costumes, and even rare pets, for whoever had coin. In the center of the amphitheatre itself, where the contest would take place, a circus act currently occupied it with beasts brought from far off lands as spectacle, as well as men to prove their bravery, and skill by doing daring acts such as walking along tight ropes, acrobatics, and taming the strange beasts.
The cheers of the crowd could be heard for miles, as they were filled with awe.

Soon it became time for the main bit of entertainment for the day. A contest that would test the merit of those who entered. The contestants who agreed to participate in the tournament were called into the middle as the rules were laid before them by a tall, and thin man covered in expensive, and fashionable clothing. In a light, male flirty voice he explained the premise.

"Aright so here is the general run down: This contest will be a multiple round event. Each contest will be ranked by our three lovely judges: Avalorn Evershine, the beautiful half elven maid, and a past winner. Sir Gabriel Morningstar, voted most handsome bachelor three years running in Vel Anir. And finally Thonk Skullsmasher, suit and dress maker of kings and queens. Each event will be given a rank of one through ten. The first contest will be a formal dress event, where you will be asked to dress as one would for a formal party while not stealing the spotlight from the guest of honour, nor the hosts. You will also be asked to introduce yourself in a proper way. The next event will ask you to show off a special talent that you have prepared to show us beforehand. Thirdly you will dress in a costume and be asked to strike a pose while remaining still as the judges inspect you. Finally there will be an interview o a wide range of topics. Magic is permitted for use, though it is forbidden to use it on other contestants. There will be props, and clothing provided, if you failed to bring your own.

Royal Gladiator Fights Company is not responsible for any injuries that may occur during this contest. We are not responsible for any crimes that may have occurred, or may occur before, during, or after this contest. By entering you are awarded a fifty gold reward. By entering you accept your membership as an RGFC employee, and if you wish to terminate your contract you will be required to pay fifty gold for any inconvenience you departure may cause the company. Alright good luck contestants, and give it your best."

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[TTamark]

The announcer continued on explaining how things would work before dismissing all contestants backstage.

"Alright, contestants for the first contest please step backstage, and dress yourselves in formal wear. I will repeat that there is formal wear, and tailors provided, and ready to help you if you so require. Once you feel you are properly dressed you will walk on stage, properly introduce yourself, and then exit the stage. I will also remind you all that you are allowed to do, and use anything you desire, as long as it does not directly interfere with your fellow contestants. Ready? Go!"

 

[Avrael]

News of great festivities has spread rapidly, carried on foot and wing, reaching the ears of Avrael in Elbion on the lips of a sailor shortly after the ship he rode came into port. The komodo had attended many festivals of her own peoples and always found great joy and energy in the gatherings and celebrations. It may be naive, but she expected the same from this great event.

The scales of her face were flushed darkly with excitement as she listened intently to the announcer. Three rounds, with a talent to be presented, fancy attire to be provided, gold to be awarded... The folks putting on the show must be wealthy indeed.

Avrael nodded assent at the flamboyant man at his final instruction, then eagerly made her way to a rack of brightly coloured dresses. Her fingers trailed over the fabrics, debating which to choose, and wondering how the other contestants would choose to present themselves. The tip of her tail twitched. There were so many options!