Tournament of Skill [Treasure Goblin]

Treasure Goblin

Hidden: Rules

OOC Rules

• This is a monthly event where you can earn jewels, which you can use in the jewel shop (Comming Soon)!
• Replies must be more than 100 words, but less than 500.
• You must roleplay your answer out in character.
• Only one post per character per cycle.
• There will be three rounds, and one winner per round.
• You are welcome to just spectate, and not make an attempt.
• Staff members are not allowed to make an attempt.
• Each round will last at least 24 hours.

Attempt Mechanics

• Everyone's score will be determined by rolling 1d100, and adding any modifiers.
• You are aiming for a score of 100 (this is the location of the bullseye)
• Only one mastery may be used per post, but it must be roleplayed in a way that makes sense
• Add 5 per mastery tier excluding beginner (mastered get +10)
  
• Optionally you can also add 5 per weapon/tool tier (excluding junk)
• You may not edit out using a specific mastery or tool after the fact.
• During each round the player with a final number closest to 100 wins.
• Rolling a natural 1, or 100 will trigger a special event
• These mechanics may change during later rounds.

Nestled deep in the heart of Dunnstads was an unpopular town named Salvont. Primarily a fishing village the town had little to offer traveling adventures or tourists alike. So it was odd when a large caravan of circus performers arrived in the night, setting up shop at its borders. Tales quickly began to spread of the wacky shows the performers would put on, bringing in tourists by the fistful. One fateful morning a sign was put up that read.

'Tonight we have a special treat! We will be hosting a tournament of skill! Come and bring your friends, and show us what you have!'

Several hours later, after the sun had fully set, a large crowd could be seen gathering around a gigantic circus tent. Stepping within revealed another crowd that was circled around two large rings. The right ring was filled with sand upon which someone had painted a series of circles that made it look like a giant target. The left ring was similarly designed but instead of paint, stood two odd-looking characters. One was an energetic girl, and beside her was a large eight-foot-tall stuffed penguin. The energetic girl bounced and skipped about the rings, calling out the crowd in a loud and boisterous voice.

Helllllloooo everyone!~ My name is Lacey, and *I* have the great privilege of being your announcer this fine night! For those, not in the know, tonight we have a special event, the Tournament of Skill! Everyone looking to participate come and join me here please~"

The crowd began to cheer in a calm and collected manner that seemed to indicate that the night's festivities had yet to begin in earnest, which was all the better for the contestants that would have to push their way through the throng to reach the ring that Lacey and the giant overstuffed penguin that stood within.

"Oh my god, you're all so cute! Hehe~ This is going to be so much fun, but I bet you're wondering what you have to dooooo~"

As Lacey spoke she began to move over towards the overstuffed penguin before she began to prance around it in a dramatic fashion.

"This here is Prinny the Penguin! He's filled with all kinds of fun stuff, but mostly soft things like love and friendship! Sadly, Prinny never wanted to be a penguin, he always wanted to be an eagle and soar through the skies! So you are all here to help his dream come true! Each of you will take a turn, and smack good ol' Prinny here as hard as you can to send him flying into the other ring. Specifically, you'll be aiming for the center! We will play three rounds, during each round, the one closest is the winner! Oh, and before I forget, any cheating will get you disssssqualified~ So be good!

The audience began to roar chants, each voting for who they thought fit the bill of the 'victor'. Who that would end of being remained a mystery.

"Well what are you waiting for~ Let's see Prinny soar!"

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Hidden: Launch Attempt

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[CENTER][dice]1d100[/dice] + [Name of mastery used/modifier] + [weapon/magical tool modifier][/CENTER]

Hidden: Spectator

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0/3 Reward Claimed

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

Waving to the crowd, Alpha quickly found herself doing a neat cartwheel up to the performance stage, jumping with sheer joy as she reached the ring. Her enthusiasm was unmatched and that could be proven by the fact that she rolled in before Lacey had finished explaining the competition with a dazzling grin. She couldn't stifle a small laugh that escaped her lips as she examined the penguin close-up. When she slipped into the circus tent, sneaking in through one of the troupe's cabins, she had expected animals a tad bit more threatening. Lions? Tigers? Elephants? Nope. A penguin. Well, it was certainly adorable enough for Alpha.

"Heh," Alpha opened up her arms, taking in the spotlight with greed. And, with a bow, she introduced herself. "Name's Alpha! And I'm totally win this, right Prin?" she took the eight-foot penguin by the beak, dragging it next to her. She took her hands and made forced its beak open and close. "Of course, Alpha! You're the coolest!" she said, her lips unmoving in a poor attempt of ventriloquism.

Alpha laughed. "Through the power of FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, and DREAMS, we will succeed!" Alpha shouted haughtily up to the skies, her finger pointed upwards as her eyes glimmered with amusement. And, with a wink to her audience, she took Prinny into her arms for a quick hug before she placed the overstuffed penguin back to where it had been.

She backed away, counting the number of steps she took back. The cool thing about being an acrobat means that she was pretty experienced in plenty of gymnastic activities (she'll probably include that in her resume if she decided to apply to this caravan of circus performers: tightrope walking and theatrics seemed right up her alley). And what do gymnastic performers do? Why, do a lot of kicks and jumps of course! And that's what she did.

As the distance between her and her target grew, Alpha measured each and every inch (rounding it up to the nearest hundredth!) and, seemingly content, she rushed forward. Dramatic jumps and leaps of glory ensued as she built momentum and, as she drew closer, Alpha did what she did best. She kicked that Prinny's butt.

"Take that, Prin! Whoooosh!"

Thrown die:

42

+ [25, expert Acrobat]​

 

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Perhaps just a bit tipsy and eager to make a quick buck off some people via fortunetelling, Alkaid was simply all smiles as she readied her wallet for some fattening. Or rather, she was, up until she saw what was at the center of the stage.

A Giant. Stuffed. Penguin.

Oh if only Alkaid had Mastered Incognito and Illusion. If only. Although that would also require a place to store it. But still.

Either way, there wasn’t a chance she was going to miss a chance to hug it send it blasting off like Team Rocket, which meant spectating wasn’t an option. Instead, she walked right up to the stage and added to that wonderful container of love and joy, giving the audience a playful smile before she stepped away to introduce herself to the audience. "Resident Seer Alkaid Zexis, here, adding my bid to the show! Visit me later if you wanna win big~"

Wind spell in hand to add to her striking power, she then turned back and let out a shout, "Okay Prinny. Now let's see you fly like an eagle!"

Thrown die:

70

+ [20, Trained Aeromancy / Common Weapon]​

 

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Aalam walked up to the stuffed toy giving it a good looking over it seemed to be heavy but not too heavy, the stuffing looked out of feathers. That would help in the long run if he were going to be able to move this thing. Well if he were right then, he would be able to move it with a one of his better arrows and just the right angle. If the aim for the head he would just rip the attachment right off and that would win him the prize. Moving a few feet back as he looked at the other ring, the ring that he was supposed to move the thing into.

Taking a swig from his flask as he thought about it well, it was something to do if nothing else. It would kill a bit of time before his next drink, well next job. However, this was a circus, and that meant he should put on a show at least. So he gave his best award-winning smile as he gave a deep bow to the crowd. Almost twirling on the spot as he did so, his coat fluttering around him like a cape. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Boys and girls of all age, I welcome you to one of the greatest shows on earth. Your ringmaster has given me a challenge and challenge I shall beat with only my bow.”

Pulling out the arrow that he was going to have to use for the event, it was almost complexly flat, as it was not an arrow made for piercing but for hitting. He would have usually used it to transfer to force of his arrow without the punch through. However he did remember that this was a performance, so he pulled out as second arrow tossing it into the air. Getting his shot lined up as he waits for gravity to pull the arrow back down into his line of sight. It was just about eye level when he let his flat tipped arrow go watching it hit the penguin right in the stomach.

Thrown die:

4

+ 25​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

"Jippiiiiiii~!"

Celestine let out a loud cry of joy as she finally caught sight of the colorful, whimsical attractions that had been set up in... uhh... 'This Dunnstads Town.' How long had this place even been here? Outside of the fun traveling band that Celly had been following the last several hours or so, this place was unbelievably dull. Well, whatever: now it wasn't!

"One please," Celestine said, slamming a few coins down on the table in exchange for a massive, fried cake-thing that looked almost as big as her head. "Ehehehe, I am loving the sugars~! You can not do a fattening in a game, right?"

"..."

"Meh," she shrugged. "Otherwise, I will do a burning of it with the power of the metabolism!"

"Master, that's not how Felis metabolism works! In order to offset the calorie intake from that, you'd have to run halfway across--"

"Do a shush, Tsunderball! Do not do a ruin of my happy cake time~!" Celestine ordered as she stuffed a massive bite of toxic carnival food into her mouth.

The floating, metallic maid-sphere gave her a sassy bonk on the head but complied with its master's wishes. Surprisingly, the remainder of the day went by seemingly in an instant, as if it were suddenly sucked up by the rows and rows of stupid carnival games and other freakish talent shows that came with every carnival. Just like the little kid she was at heart, Celestine flitted around from attraction to attraction, trying one thing after another.

"Eeeehehehe. My turn~! I want to do the penguin of gigantism a fly!" Celestine suddenly hopped up to the giant penguin plushie, but instead of immediately hitting it, she took a (long) moment to wrap her arms around the plushie and cuddle it. So fluffy and sooooft~

"Okay, okay, I am ready!"

Whipping out a fine grimoire with a magical flame emblem on the cover, Celestine opened it up to a familiar page and began chanting as the winds around her whipped around violently in a cloud of dust. A split-second before the powerful blast of air hit, Cel leaped forward and latched onto the penguin like a child hugging a parent.

"We will both be the bird of the freedom and do a fly! Ready, and, goooo!"

Thrown die:

5

+ [50 for Expert/Rare]​

 

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...Haru wasn't really sure why he was in here, but hey, contests were supposed to be enjoyed, right? He was here, so he might as well enjoy it. He takes the time to look around at the crowd. The folks seemed to wait in anticipation, something he could appreciate being directed to him. Well, this was a circus, wasn't it? Why not show some display of animals? He can't keep the grin off of his face as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sharply whistling. "Sic him, Headwind. Ram it." Out of the flaps of the tent from which he came, a Dire Stag charged in a true line to the Prinny, impacting it as a cannonball would slam into the hull of a great warship, equally as devastating.
...Wow, look at that penguin go.

Thrown die:

79

+ [15 Beast Taming]​

 

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So... there was some sort of contest going on. Temperance liked contests! It was the drinking ones that typically held her attention the longest, but there was a certain childish thrill in festival games and arcade galleries such as seemed to be set up here. She approached with the rest of the crowd as the announcements were made. All in all, it seemed fairly simple... Pick up a bird, throw it at a thing. Hit the thing. Win a prize.

Didn't prinnies explode...? She'd heard about that, somewhere, once.
Ah well.

People seemed to be getting really into it, hurling, shooting, or violently magicking the small birds across the shooting gallery towards their intended targets. Some hit close to the bullseye, others missed by wide margins. She picked up a bird and felt its weight in her hands, testing its heft and tossing it up and down a few times to get a feel for any oddities. Well, oddities other than the fact that it was a penguin...

"Sorry to do this to you, dood," she muttered to the small bird as she aimed at the target, praying for luck and hurling with all of her might. It wasn't much might... she relied on stealth and supporting magics to get through the game, instead of fighting. Frankly the entire Bandit King debacle had been an act of frustration; normally she preferred to sit in the back quietly and just observe the action, making people dance for heals. Probably that was why she couldn't keep a single party for long.
"At least you'll never leave me, right Prinny?" she cooed, scratching it under its beak.
"Now. Goodbye!" And she hurled it at the target, giving it a military salute as it sailed through the air.

Thrown die:

80

+ [Luck +20]​

 

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In her travels, many villages often hosted tournaments of skill or strength from time to time. They usually involved throwing darts, or smacking a mallet onto something really hard. This format was quite unconventional to say the least. Smacking about a stuffed toy wasn't her idea of something skillful but she supposed that it was at least more interesting than yet another wooden mallet challenge. Sticking a convenient wooden board onto the tip of her lance, she lined up the shot and hopefully sent it on a journey through the clouds and into the center. She hoped that the wooden board was sturdy enough though, things could go disastrously wrong if she didn't set up the... non lethal attachment of her lance properly.

Thrown die:

99

+ [Mastered Pierce/35] + [Great Weapon/20] ​

 

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How the hell had Crane gotten her into a circus performance? Destiny managed to keep her composure despite a strong desire to make “I’ll kill you” motions at the grinning man in the crowd, who gave her a double-thumbs up. Just shoot it and be done. She was priming her crossbow when a goddamn dire stag burst into the tent and she came damn near to shooting that instead. Once it was clear it was only here to hurl stuffed penguins, same as the rest of their sorry collection, the Yladian calmed down and took aim at the plushie, sighting down her arm. There was a good chance she was just gonna shoot the stuffing out of it, but maybe at just the right angle and with just enough force, the bolt could carry it a little ways. Hadn’t worked so well for the guy with the longbow, but hell, maybe she’d get lucky.

Thrown die:

53

+20 [Trained Range + Common Weapon]​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

"What's this?" Tournament of Skill? Well, she seems to have much bigger chance winning here, comparing to gambling and riddles. She'll just have to hit something and make it fly to the middle of the target, right? Let's see what this is all about. Well, a gigantic stuffed penguin wasn't usually the object of this kind of games, but whatever. Let's give it a try and go home a rich girl. "Up, up, and away!" her body spun, and with the shield on her right arm, she whacked the gigantic penguin away like all other bad guys. If it was a human, their bones would be cracking due to the sheer power.

Thrown die:

7

+ 20​

 

Prinny Launch Attempt

Tales of the travelling circus of Duunstad had soon reached even Freja’s ears, and finding it had proved easier than she initially worried. It was a good atmosphere: lazy guards laughing at their own crude jokes, strange foods of mostly the fried variety, crusty old wizards playing obscure games of cards whilst they squabbled over the winnings like toddlers fighting over toys. The real attraction, however, would have to be the tournament of skill, something Freja was all too happy to volunteer herself for.

When she got in line with the other contestants beneath the giant tent she saw what was to be awarded: an oddly familiar and equally peculiar penguin doll that nonetheless called to her, something that almost seemed to telepathically beg to everyone who laid eyes on it to throw it. Luckily, that was exactly what the contest involved.

Eventually, her turn came. Freja grinned. “Alright! Let’s see how far we can take you tonight, Mighty Pringer X!” She took the Prinny eagerly, and set it on the floor before her. Then she took out her axe. Murmurs and gasps erupted from the peanut gallery. “Shaddap! I know what I’m doing! Just watch!”

After ensuring the Prinny would sit upright, Freja rotated her axe so the flat of its blade was facing the bird’s back, evoking the image of a golfer. With luck, she would indeed score a “birdie,” as it were. Her arms lifted the axe back behind her as she started chanting:

“‘Eyyyyy, batta batta batta batta, sa-wing, batta!!”

And down and forward the axe went, propelling Sir Prinny bravely through the air. If only her sports theme could stay consistent.

Thrown die:

53

+ 10 [Trained Cleave]​

 

Spectator

Janet had arrived early for the circus so that she could get good seats and wouldn’t have to wait in line for hot dogs and popcorn, and possibly not have to sit next to smelly ruffians. None of the above were present, so she spent quite a while just waiting impatiently (quite hungry, may she add) for the spectacle to begin. It did get quite crowded after awhile, and there was quite the menagerie of characters performing today.

Once the performance began, she chuckled along with the rest of the audience at the ringmaster’s reveal of Prinny and the penguin’s desire to “soar.” It was the competitor’s unique and varied attempts to solve the puzzle that were the most intriguing, however. Janet realized about halfway through as a small girl with cat ears was hugging the toy that she should pay close attention to the types of masteries each of these volunteers were demonstrating.

I can’t help but wonder how I would do, she thought, immediately dismissing the idea. Ridiculous! She wasn’t the type of person who volunteered at shows, like John’s embarrassing uncle. Still, as she watched a woman smash the plushie with the flat side of her shield, Janet suddenly wanted to try. Why not? It’s just a game, after all. She stood up, looked around, and sat down self-consciously. Well… maybe next round she would go down and give it a try!

 

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"Hmm," Iván murmured as he stepped up to the plate, a one-handed hammer resting on his shoulder. It wasn't his. He had actually grabbed someone else's hammer, using his illusion magic to trick them into lending it to him for this moment in time. Why? He had been training with Alphabet Chocolate. Her weirdness has been rubbing off him. At least some of it. Relax. He's going to give the guy who was making fun of the little girl his hammer back. Probably. These NPCs are weird.

He narrowed his eyes at the giant penguin and took the hammer off his shoulder, its head smashing the ground nonchalantly. Iván pretended to measure the wind velocity and all that junk, gave the penguin a thumbs up for good measure, before swinging at it with the hammer. He hoped the guy was watching this. If he won, he'd be giving some of the earnings to the little girl. Maybe. Does Iván really care that much about these NPCs? Nah, he was just bored.

With all his might, he swung that sword and hit the penguin, letting go of the hammer in the process, hoping it'd fly and crash against something that would break the handle in half. Dude deserved it. Why was he here again? "Boom," Iván deadpanned as he sent the penguin flying somewhat.

Thrown die:

42

+ [5, Novice Bludgeon]​

 

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The Carnival. The colors, the sights, the sounds, the food—it was all so vivid and intense that it almost overwhelmed Eryl’s senses. Children of various species scurried happily through the streets filled with joy at the festivities they were engaged it. Eryl smiled fondly at their happiness as she made her way to an arena where they clearly were having some sort of contest.


Some heavy hitters had already gone before her, and they had done their best. Eryl was about to give nothing less than the same. She stepped up to the white chalk line, the green grass crunching under her feet. A flash of determination set in her steely eyes as she glared at the piguin. She drew her sword, its razor edge shone in the midday light.

“You wanna be an eagle, huh?” she said, twirling her sword in both hands, “I doubt anyone ever told you but eagles are delicious!”


She charged towards the penguin, her sword in both hands. Her blade cut through the air, twisting to strike him with the flat at only the last minute.

Thrown die:

20

+ [Slashing/5] + ​

 

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Despite that sports had never really been his thing, Emerath enjoyed a good test of skill as much as any other man. He liked to see how he was progressing in his Masteries over time, and stuff like this was the perfect litmus test. Though he doubted his actual combat capability after his mishaps in the assault on the Bandit King, he figured he could at least try this. Who knows, maybe this would restore his faith in it.

Besides, with enough body control, Martial Arts was the perfect type of thing to aim a flying stuffed animal into a ring. So he readied himself, after everything had been reset, and tried to use any knowledge he had gained from watching other attempts to complete the task. It seemed that there may have been a clear winner, but that didn't mean Emerath couldn't try right? He did need that litmus test after all.

So he readied a martial stance, and threw his most controlled punch at the penguin, launching it to, what he hoped, was a winning destination.

Thrown die:

31

+ 15 [Martial Arts] + 10 [Iron Knuckles]​