Most assume that a tournament tests the abilities of those competing inside of the arena. Although this is true, much of the battle is won outside of the arena.
The Masked (or at least his representative), competing in for the Crimson Knights in the bracket of Heraldry.
The 5 competitors sat at the table in the small room. Their host was a knight named Brett II. The 5 men where all from different guilds and from different factions. They gathered together to meet for one "final gathering as friends, and not competitors". In reality the competition had started days ago: the political games. Even the strongest competitor could lost if he was not equally skilled in politics. That was the real reason the men were gathered.>
"To the games, the friendships, and the women!" Brett toasted.
About halfway through the gathering, the man sitting across from Taylor (the representative from the Crimson Knights, began to speak in a low voice.
"Is it true that you represent The Masked? The governor of Enalica? Some say that you ARE him!"
"I represent him, yes," Taylor responded, "but whether I am him or not, I am afraid I must keep a secret. Safety and all that!"
"I understand!" the Goblin said, "I am from Rainos you know. Although alliances are supposed to be dropped in the games, but one can hardly leave their patriotism behind. If you ever find in the arena that you need an ally, consider me him. What you, or who you represent, have done for Rainos' only ally is something of a legend.
Taylor nodded, "Thank you, I will remember this."
A few minutes later, Brett spoke, "Eat, men, the games will be starting soon, we need all the food we can get! I understand that your tradition, Orrlik, is to eat only meat before the games prohibits you to eat fruit, in case you where wondering why I gave you none."
The two elves starred at the fruit in front of them.
Although Taylor knew that Brett was known to poison his opponents (very lightly, just enough to make them lose a few meals), he was the first to eat his fruit.
"You see, you elfish folk, young Taylor there trusts me!"
"Or perhaps," Taylor said, half-joking, "I am immune to your poisons!"
Brett laughed through clenched teeth.
My character, Taylor (who may or may not be my LOM character), in his political attire.
The next day, the men where up early, preparing to practice a bit.
While Brett was getting his armor put on, Taylor approached him.
"You don't have an ally," he said flatly. "I have the goblin, and the elves have each-other, but you have no one."
"You need us, frankly."
The elves talked in hushed tones not to far away.
"I will have to think on it," Brett replied.
My character in his armor. Like his body design?
Okay, cool, finished. I need to sleep, goodnight everyone!
Really nice intro, and I love the added story behind it than only "Here's me marching into Carthal!" I wasn't planning on putting any politics into my tourney entry, but I just might be changing that after this one. Is the veil of secrecy shrouding The Mask finally being lifted? *Takes out magnifying glass and begins scrutinizing eye shape underneath bandanna on other photographs*