Hyrule Adventures 2

OOC: I'm told Tayro is on vacation, so we'll be skipping Fight #5 for now. That one will start up upon Dream Illusionist's return.

IC: The stands are even more packed now than they were at the beginning of the Grand Tournament as more and more eager townsfolk travel to the Town Square to watch the magnificent battles unfolding before their eyes. After the momentous battle between Blank Fireside and Tayro Wind, Tarlen, the Rito in charge of announcing for all these fights, finds it almost too loud for his magically-enhanced voice to project over the crowd's yells and screams. Some cries are of delight as the fighter they've been rooting for succeeds in advancing, others are of disappointment as the opposite happens to their preferred adventurer. But each round can only yield one victor...and it's about time for another one of those victors to step forward to Round 2.

"Your attention please!" Tarlen shouts out several times before the crowd finally quiets down to a level in which he can continue his announcements. "After such a breath-taking display of skill and sorcery, it's high time we saw the next round of these glorious fights!" He shuts his beak for a few moments as the crowd flairs up again in its usual fashion.

"Already today we have witnessed masters of magic and sword battling for the right to move on to Round 2 of this Grand Tournament, and it is my pleasure to introduce the next pair of warriors that are striving to do the same!" His right wing shoots out. "Entering from the right is Sovelis, known throughout the realm of Hyrule as the Last Tempest!" Many continue to cheer, but some people's line of thought falls along the lines of Tarlen's: 'I wonder what a 'Tempest' is?'

Tarlen doesn't let his not knowing slow him down, however. "And to my left comes one named for the legendary lineage of heroes themselves! The swordsman Link Molton!" The crowd cheers once more as the young blade's name is called out.

Soaring skyward once more, the Rito shouts in his typical fashion: "Gentlemen, you may begin when ready!"

Sovelis, hearing his name called out, calmly walked out onto the Arena. The cheering crowd made him feel like he had something to fight for. He waved towards the people in the stands, not knowing if it was himself that they cheered for, or his opponent. "It looks like I've got my chance to shine. I better not waste anything...It's win or lose. and I don't expect to be the one to lose." the Last Tempest said outloud to himself as he leaned on his staff and waited for his opponent to step out. "And to awnser your question, a Tempest is a Guardian of the Worlds. A Keeper of Light, a Defender of Justice, and a Friend to the People." Sovelis shouted towards Tarlen as he leaned on his staff casually.

Kasei, Sosei and Aria took there place in the crowds, they looked on with eagerness as the names of the next combatents were called. "Sovelis is probably very strong, but Link bears the name of the hero. This is bound to be an interesting fight." Sosei says. "Somehow I doubt it." Aria replies. "Guys, shush! I want to watch the match!" Kasei says.

Sovelis looked around and sighed. "It seems that my opponent isn't going to show up. How disapointing. I was looking forward to a fight..." Sovelis said as he looked up at Tarlen. "Are you going to call it? I'd rather not stand here all day." Sovelis said as he sighed agian. "I thought that I'd get to advance by winning a fight, not by forfeit." Sovelis mumbled as he looked down. His dull red traveler's cloak blew in the wind as he stood there in the sunlight. I was going to crush that arrogant brat, but now I guess I don't get to. he thought inwardly as he raised his hood to keep the sun at bay.

Tarlen flaps his wings a few times as he descends to the ground. He takes one last longing look off towards the sidelines, searching for Sovelis' opponent, before addressing the audience. Disappointment evident in his voice, he calls out, "Well...it seems that Link Molton is unable to join us today." The crowd gathered around quiets down almost instantly. "How unfortunate," the Rito continues. "We probably could have expected a good fight between him and Sovelis.

"So, without further ado, I must hereby decree Sovelis, the Last Tempest, as winner of this fight by forfeit." The crowd politely claps, though it is obvious that they aren't exactly pleased by this turn of events either. Tarlen motions towards the first row, where already many of the contestants from earlier matches sit waiting. "You can have a seat over there, sir," he says softly, then turns back to the crowd and amplifies his voice once more. "And we can continue on to the seventh round!"

"Go Sovelis," called Orpheous. The other two men in the back, Dagger and Wasp, whispered to each other that they would go for Sovelis.

Sovelis solemly walked over to the sidelines. "What a drag. I was hoping for him to show up." He said as he sat next to Orpheous. "We might have to fight each other in the second round, Orph." Sovelis said as he looked to see who would fight next.

OOC: I predicted this, actually

IC: "Excuuussse madam! Pardon meee" A deep voice erupted, as Norog did his best to squeeze through the narrow row. He took his over sized seat next to Darkin, and propped a bucket of chicken wings up on his lap. "Hey Norog, the last contestant didn't show!" Darkin whispered. The crowd was in a hushed silence, and Darkin never was one to lead a new trend, in this case, speaking. Norog bit off a chunk of the chicken wing, a bit of sauce landing on Darkin's tunic.

Darkin looked at his tunic, and then slowly turned his head up in Norog's direction. Darkin shuddered and stood up, clearly angry. "What do you think you're doing!??" Darkin called out, not not caring about the silence. Norog however, felt differently, as he held a finger to his lips. "Darrkkkiiiin, be quieeeet" Darkin's face twisted up. "No! No! What are you eating? Is that chicken?? You know how I feel about that, don't eat those in front of me!!" The large Goron looked around unembarrassed. "I'm really sorrry about this everrrryonnnne!" Darkin was about to go further, when he noticed something unusual. "Hey, where's Dogura? And the kid?" Norog turned his head, giving Darkin the cold shoulder.

"Listen to me you rock head!!" Norog remained silent. Darkin sat down in his seat, and folded his arms. "I'm gonna eat your kids..." With the battle coming to an early close, Darkin read the pamphlet he held. The next fight is between Xokorn and Pyralin? Pyralin a friend of Dogura's if I'm not mistaken. I've never heard a name like Xokorn... Must be from the east continent... Darkin put the pamphlet down, and scooted out of the row. "I'm getting a salad. Its nutritious, and good for you." He aimed that at Norog, before he disappeared into the crowd...

ooc: sorry computer crash 19 weeks

ooC: uh...Link, You already lost. You didn't reply in time. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?