Faction Bushido | Iron Covenant

[Darion of Myrkr]

BUSHIDO​

After the Incident on Ryloth and the Skirmish at Dressel, the Mandalorian warriors withdraw to the frozen world of Kestri to prepare for the trials ahead. For too long, the clans of Mandalore have been scattered, divided, and hunted. Easy prey for the aruetii of this galaxy.

No more.

Across the icy strongholds of Kestri, the forgemasters ignite their furnaces. Warships are reborn in their fires and Beskar is hammered into armor and weapons worthy of a warrior. The clans sharpen their blades and steel their spirits, for war -- the truest proving ground of honor -- draws near.

Yet a warrior's own edge must never dull.

Within a snowbound valley of the Cin'haastal Mountains, makeshift gladiatorial arenas have been raised. There, Mandalorians gather to test themselves against one another in the purest art known to warriors: personal combat. A great tourney has begun, and from it one champion will rise above the rest.

For the Mandalorian, there is only one path.

Bushido. The way of the warrior.


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Tourney bracket & rules:

• weapons used: i will roll a randomizer for each match ticket and tell u what the match weapons used will be
• 3 rounds of posts rolling a d20
• the one with higher tally by the end, defeats and eliminates their opposition, and heads - to the next round
• soft 48 hr rule between posts
• only the final is 5 rounds of posts rolling a d20, higher tally wins.

Tourney Rewards:

• bragging rights
• cool champion bling ill make. i cook dw.
• Free drinks for a year at the Gilded Hearth
• some cool factory item made by a factory lunatic, maybe. Idk, I dont do factory, lmao.

Round 1 Weapons of Choice:

Yael Kandar vs Senec Ahn-Dross — Beskads / Vibroswords

Kjartan Hammer-Hand vs Siv Dragr — Maces / Warhammers

Signy Bralor vs Darion of Myrkr — Combat Knives / Daggers

Vreegan Fett vs Sahan Dragr — Polearms

Carduul Akahl vs Brent Warnel — Blaster Pistols

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
OUTER RIM | THE PIRATE'S MOON
TAG: Darion of Myrkr
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Deliberately ambiguous - fully armoured

Signy was ready for this tournament, she was fully armoured in her Bralor armor. On one of her arms she wore her buckler shield and in the other she carried a long curved combat knife that she held high in a ready stance with her shield forwards.

She adressed her opponent, a mandalorian she had never met before who stood nearly ten inches taller. She adressed him in mandalorian with her voice modulated to register somewhere between male and female so there was no assumptions to be made.

"Good luck, brother, here is to an honorable fight"

As soon as the announcement was made she engaged, trying to stay quick and mobile and leverage her speed and use of her shield to get inside his guard and deliver a blow for the round.

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[Senec Ahn-Dross]

Senec Ahn-Dross
Kestri | Cin'haastal Mountains
TAG: Yael Kandar

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A Breeze swept over him as he strode out into the arena that had been erected for the tournament.

Earth felt uneven beneath his feet, the ground was different than the paneled flooring of a starship. He was still less accustomed to it than the long halls and corridors. The Wind was different as well, there was no wind in space and on a ship your breath seemed sterile and still but not here.

When this tournament was announced his Alor and father, Naimes Ahn-Dross had entered his son to give him more exposure amongst the Mando'ade similar to his older siblings.

Now Senec was here in a windswept and snowbound valley of the Cin'haastal Mountains.

He wore his Beskar'gam, the sigil of Clan Ahn-Dross evident on its pauldrons but went without a buy'ce revealed rugged but handsome features and the thick beard that accompanied them. A Vibrosword, its blade curved into a faint crescent was held in his right hand at height with his hip and angled towards his opponent Yael Kandar when he saw them...

"Vod."

An acknowledgement. He studied whatever he saw; weapon, armor, features, etc.

Then the hum of the vibrosword became apparent as it was activated. Rolling his wrist he'd bring the sword into an agile flourish which ended by resetting the sword in the original position angled towards his opponent. Despite how uneven the ground felt beneath his feet the sword felt natural in his grasp.

When the time came he found his footing but his movements were stiff, his feet were still awkward planetside.

In contrast he was patient and approached measurably, his first attacks were a quick flurry meant to have steel taste steel and test his opponents guard so that he could look for openings or maneuver her into a place where he could capitalize on a mistake. The Vibrosword hummed and would visibly vibrate, the humming only increased whenever it made contact with anything; weapon or armor.

 

[Vreegan Fett]

The hiss of the hydraulic door cut through the low hum of the Cin'haastal mountains as Vreegan stepped from the dim holding area, the blinding glare of Kestri's sun reflecting off the glacial walls forced his HUD to compensate instantly, shifting the world into a high-contrast shades of gray and blue in order to maintain a wide field of view.

The air was thin, carrying the scent of ozone and the distant thrum of the great furnaces. It was a familiar cold, the kind that reminded him of the outer rim outposts during the Neo-Crusader expansion, a cold that would weed out the weak here today before the first shot was even fired. In his grip, the weight of the Shock lance was unfamiliar, a crude replacement for the precision of a blaster or the cutting power of his favored Besk'ad.

Across the snowbound arena, the silhouette of Sahan Dragr loomed. Vreegan had heard the name, stories of Sahan's exploits had filtered through Mandalorian channels for years, an experienced warrior, a man who understood what it meant to be Mandalorian unlike those in the so-called Mandalorian Empire.

In another setting, they might have shared a bottle of tihaar and traded tactical assessments of their numerous enemies. But today the man was merely an obstacle between Vreegan and the preservation of a legacy. Clan Fett had endured enough stains on its name, and there was no intention to add defeated in a mountain pit to that growing list.

"Sahan Dragr," Vreegan's voice rumbled through the vocoder, a low, metallic rasp that didn't carry the heat of anger, only the tone of a former Field Marshal. "You are well-honored by the Mandalorian people, but on this day you are nothing but dirt beneath my heel." He didn't wait for a rebuke. Vreegan adjusted his stance, his heavy boots digging into the packed snow for traction.

The Resol'nare demanded he test his edge, and he intended to sharpen himself on Sahan's bones. He lunged forward, the shock lance leading the way in a deceptive thrust aimed at Sahan's midsection, intending to test the man's guard and the conductivity of his armor in a single, violent motion.

Spoiler: Combat Role 1

 

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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KESTRI | CIN’HAASTAL MOUNTAINS
TAG:
OPPS: Siv Dragr​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND​

THEME​

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It was not often that Kjartan could make use of his favored weapons in combat. He trained with them and other weapons to keep sharp (as ironic as it was to keep ‘sharp’ with hammers), and often had sparring matches with members of his crew. It was often said that “The Hammer may be old, but by Manda - his iron is somehow stronger”.

At the ‘ripe’ age of 48, Kjartan was in fact still in his prime by Mandalorian standards, if not in the twilight of it - and cut an imposing figure in his full armor. His horned T-visor helmet and pelt-cloak gave him the appearance of a warlord - rightfully so, considering the way he carried his two hammers in either hand. It would seem fate had smiled upon him as the random draw granted him the use of his favored weapons.

Although it was lost upon his foe, or anyone else observing him - Kjartan had a massive smirk on his lips as he felt the weight of his hammers. Fate or not, any advantage he could possess against his foe would be welcome. Kjartan did not know Siv Dragr personally, but rather - only by reputation. Siv had made a name for himself within the Enclave of old, while Kjartan sought the life of a pirate beyond their reach. He did not hold the same renown as Siv did in the eyes of his brethren, but that did not mean Kjartan was outmatched. In fact, the old pirate intended on demonstrating that he was more than a ship captain who partook in cantina brawls.

His visor locked with Siv, and the 6’-8” mountain of a man clanged the flat of his hammer against his breastplate in challenge to his opponent. He uttered no boast or verbal challenge, but instead unleashed a throaty roar of a battlecry: “HNNGHAAAAAAAR.”

With a surge of speed, Kjartan rushed toward his foe; lashing out with his hammers in a vicious opening attack. He began with a feint of his right hammer, a side-ways uppercut that appeared ready to take Siv’s chin with the hammer if it were to connect. But the feint stopped short, with Kjartan instead launching his real attack with his left - aiming a massive side-swipe toward what would hopefully be Siv’s exposed side and shoulder. The strength behind the strike would be amplified by the speed of his charge, easily of the level to cave-in metal as if from the strike of a smith.

Spoiler: First Roll

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[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion smiled a little under the helmet. "To an honorable fight."

It was good to stand before an enemy and see them plain. On Mon Calamari, he had seen the rat-work of the rebel Jedi, and on Dressel there had been the one who fought like a ghost. Those things left a stain on a man. It was better this way. Warrior against warrior. A clean fight. Perhaps it would wash some of that stain away.

He turned the dagger in his hand and felt the weight of it. He had trained with knives before, but never long. The blade was small for him. It seemed almost a toy in his hand, meant for someone of his opponent's size rather than his.

Signy Bralor came fast. Moved nimble and quick, trying to close the distance. He saw it and would not allow it. His reach was what he had over Bralor and he would keep it.

He struck first. The knife went out in a short jab, and he stepped back at once to keep the space between them.

Signy Bralor