Valerunner
Probably shouldn't be here.
- Pronoun
- She/her
A plethora of beings fill the whole stadium, chanting praise for the being they only refer to as "Commoragh". The stadium itself is an amalgam of both ancient architecture and future technology; with towering bipedal machines overlooking the stone dome.
A figure wrapped in gold, ornate armor stands from the hovering podium, addressing the audience, and the collection of warriors inside the stone circle. The figure had a head similar to that of a Terran squid with a mouth in place of tentacles, its crimson serpentine eyes contrasting its fine blue skin.
"Welcome, warriors! I am Emperor Commoragh XXVII, proud ruler of the Fourth Bountiful Xenosii Empire. Most of you may have resided in Imperial planets and know of these events. For those who do not, today we celebrate the Great Crusade of the Xenos brought forth by God-Emperor Norrisu, who bravely scoured the known galaxy for beings to take under his holy light, and brought down his divine wrath upon any demonic entities that threatened the fragile peace which we now live in. Hail Norrisu!"
The whole stadium shout in unison, "Hail Norrisu!"
Turning his attention to the gathering of warriors, the Emperor states the rules. "Behind you is a Webway which will transport all of you into a randomly selected ecosystem; it could be a Hive World like Coruscant or even a Death World like Sol II. There you will fight for your 'lives' if you will, in the system."
"However, once you suffer a mortal wound, you are then eliminated, and will immediately be transported back here to the Apothecarion, where you will be rejuvenated. You will represent your planet's glory; the winner will get the legendary Slayer Blade, and a Golden Icon will be erected in your homeworld as testament to your glory."
"And all this will be watched by these Servitors, streaming the action from the system to the farthest reaches of the Xenosii Empire." A small floating skull with a lens seemingly grafted onto its left eye socket hovers over the Emperor.
A thunderous boom echoed from the massive gate, and the roar of the audience returns. The warriors are then guided to the Webway, and the galaxy watches, eager to see who becomes this millenium's greatest hero.
A figure wrapped in gold, ornate armor stands from the hovering podium, addressing the audience, and the collection of warriors inside the stone circle. The figure had a head similar to that of a Terran squid with a mouth in place of tentacles, its crimson serpentine eyes contrasting its fine blue skin.
"Welcome, warriors! I am Emperor Commoragh XXVII, proud ruler of the Fourth Bountiful Xenosii Empire. Most of you may have resided in Imperial planets and know of these events. For those who do not, today we celebrate the Great Crusade of the Xenos brought forth by God-Emperor Norrisu, who bravely scoured the known galaxy for beings to take under his holy light, and brought down his divine wrath upon any demonic entities that threatened the fragile peace which we now live in. Hail Norrisu!"
The whole stadium shout in unison, "Hail Norrisu!"
Turning his attention to the gathering of warriors, the Emperor states the rules. "Behind you is a Webway which will transport all of you into a randomly selected ecosystem; it could be a Hive World like Coruscant or even a Death World like Sol II. There you will fight for your 'lives' if you will, in the system."
"However, once you suffer a mortal wound, you are then eliminated, and will immediately be transported back here to the Apothecarion, where you will be rejuvenated. You will represent your planet's glory; the winner will get the legendary Slayer Blade, and a Golden Icon will be erected in your homeworld as testament to your glory."
"And all this will be watched by these Servitors, streaming the action from the system to the farthest reaches of the Xenosii Empire." A small floating skull with a lens seemingly grafted onto its left eye socket hovers over the Emperor.
A thunderous boom echoed from the massive gate, and the roar of the audience returns. The warriors are then guided to the Webway, and the galaxy watches, eager to see who becomes this millenium's greatest hero.
This works in the same essence as Brawl, where the contestants just fight for glory. You can also "borrow" from current games, movies of any sort. No gods or immortals, though.
Here's my form:
Name: Warmaster Horus
Homeworld: Terra (Warhammer 40,000)
Profile: Clad in black Terminator armor, the Warmaster wields the Talons of Horus; a pair of claws with at least 60,000 megawatts running through its bladed fingers and a storm boltgun attached to base of the right claw, capable of firing 20 bullets that can rip through Xenos flesh within seconds.
History: Having served the People's Republic of Terra for over 30 years, the Warmaster has earned the respect of both his men and those of higher authority, including the President. His martial prowess has urged the whole planet to put him into the Olympiad.
Tactics: His philosophy is simple; Power. The Warmaster will unleash all his strength unto the enemy with no exceptions, even resorting to cheap tricks to assure victory.
Form
Name:
Homeworld:(Franchise, if applicable)
Profile:(What he/she wears)
History:(How did he/she end up in the Olympiad)
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