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**hax25849** · February 5th, 2023, 03:39 PM

It was odd now. Orfo thought to himself acutely aware that another conversation was taking place and an important one to boot, but it was still so odd. All these weird wacky people dedicated extremely different professions and lives were bound together by these tattoos, going as far as now having to enter a tournament together so they don't get stretched too thin. It was weird, could he say planned?

As the idea kept raddaling in his brain the all to familiar sound of an ass being spanked pulled him out of his 4th wall think and back to the 3 wall world.

"well I think we can pull it off!," Orfo pipped up pumping his arms hoping to motivate the crowd. "And even though I don't wanna get spanked in front of THOUSANDS of people out there, that will just motivate me to not get spanked right!! So lets give it our all gang!" A shine flashed across Orfo's face as fire grew in his eyes, he was ready for a tournament of spanking!

**Eurus** · February 5th, 2023, 09:07 PM

"Oh, feeling ambitious today?"

Gretzky teases Orazi with a nudge of his elbow as he returns to his position behind the desk, leaving the two orcs to writhe and groan. "It's not normally allowed, but there are occasional exceptions for established fighters. Are you sure you can handle it? Surely even your beefy butt can only entertain a crowd for so long..."

**Zollith** · February 6th, 2023, 07:17 AM

"I would like to think we are all sufficiently motivated considering we all have something on the line," Tambourin says to Zaeles while observing his other allies, "be it reputation," he says looking to Orazi, "the perseverance of our glutes," towards Orfo, "the possibility of even more gold to divide between ourselves," with a glance at Mouse, "or the mere crippling fear of letting everyone down with my stature and possible inability to control some new-found proclivities in the face of a massive crowd..." he mumbles more under his breath while clutching his robe nervously, before piping up with summoned boldness, "we all want to do our very best, yes?"

**Hiran** · February 7th, 2023, 12:12 AM

"Hey, if I win one or the other I'll be fine, right?" Orazi replied with a grin. "And even if I don't, I've been through worse than two punishments in one day. Just have to make sure they're not right next to each other."

He gave a shrug. "Anyways, count me in!" He grabbed another form and settled to start writing again at the table right next to the two orcs who were laying there groaning. "Besides, these two have the same problem now!"

**hax25849** · February 9th, 2023, 04:45 AM

"My buns CAN entertain a crowd thank you very much!" Orfo said not realizing that maybe this didn't make him sound the strongest here and fumbled. "I uh mean- That err- We got this!" Orfo stated that same charismatic glow shining across his face! With just a hint of a blush!

**Spunny** · February 9th, 2023, 02:58 PM

"I guess I might as well give it my best shot. After all, more gold is always good to have." Mouse said as he snatched a form, now suitably content with the punishment the two orcs had been given. Quickly, he began to fill out the form, reminding himself of one, very important details...

This is a team effort. I can't sabotage everyone during the matches.

**Zollith** · February 9th, 2023, 07:05 PM

Tambourin makes sure he gets a good look at the form for the team tournament before writing in his own details, though he does notice something that had been of less importance until this very moment.

"Team name... oh damnation! Have we not decided on something already? Is there still time?"

**Eurus** · February 11th, 2023, 02:42 PM

One day later...

The Arena of Burning Sands is like a totally different place on the morning of the tournament. The stands are packed with spectators, a good portion of them already drunk. Shimmering spheres of magical light float high in the air above the arena, transmitting images of the events below to scrying devices and display screens around the world.

The tournament is scheduled to take place over two days, but most of the competitors won't make it to the second. In the morning, teams will clash in fifteen-minute skirmishes. Any team that loses is out, but a team that wins two matches will make it to the semifinals on day 2. The solo tournament matches are shorter, but there are more of them; you need to beat three solo opponents to make it to day 2.

It'll be a long day, but at least you have good seats to see the action. Some famous and high ranking competitors, like last year's champion, get better amenities, but the main waiting room is a large curved room that goes around one side of the arena. It's filled with benches, tables, and snacks, and a huge open window that dominates the entire side of the room lets you see what's going on in the arena from ground level.

The vibration of the people in the stands filters down from above, making the air feel tense and charged, and many of the competitors are pacing nervously or trying to intimidate the competition. Only Gretzky's presence in a corner, along with a few other Arena staff, keeps it from turning into an outright brawl, but it seems that a bit of opportunistic smacking and shoving is tolerated as long as it's not too serious.

According to the schedule, your team's first match is in about an hour. Until then, you get to watch, prepare, size up the competition, or just slack off...

**Zollith** · February 11th, 2023, 04:55 PM

Tambourin has forgone his usual flowy orange robe today: he decided against it primarily so that there was less of him to grab in a pinch, and in the same vein has tied up his tall hair into a tight bun. Instead, along with his usual boots and goggles, the gnome is only wearing a carefully wrapped and folded fabric of similar colour around himself as a makeshift loincloth, which maintains bare-minimum modesty by only barely covering his groin and crack while leaving his cheeks mostly exposed, cursed mark included. Despite the self-justification of appropriately minimal gear, the apprentice wizard underestimated just how nerve-racking showing so much skin in public willingly for the first time in his life would be, leaving him hypervigilant to every glance, sneer or whistle anywhere within his vicinity, despite them rarely being aimed directly at him. The ones that do linger on him, however, stir up powerful mixtures of feelings that have him horribly tense and rigid, including that area on occasion.

He has been attempting to focus on the games themselves, so that he can gather a better idea of what to look out for in a match, with special attention to how those of stature similar to his own perform. While he observes a variety of body types among the contestants, even those who lack height seem to have some kind of bulk or dexterity to make up for it, unlike him.

After watching anxiously for several minutes, he turns back to those in the waiting room, including his own companions, to see how others are preparing. He wonders if some kind of exercise, stretching or warm-up could help with easing his nerves, and his unfamiliarity with such physical activity has him looking around for others to try and copy. The only exercises he spots, however, involve feats of incredible flexibility and strength that he could not hope to match in his entire life, even proportionately: nothing feasibly basic to mimic for the time being.

He finally thinks to go back to his group to consult them for some advice, only to find a tall reptilian figure inadvertently block his path. His gaze lingers on this figure longer than intended while trying to step around him, however, which has the gnome finally look up enough to notice a pair of eyes towering directly over him.

"Oh, do excuse me," Tambourin says, as he continues to attempt stepping around the individual, "I was just finished spectating for the moment, and am just sauntering my way back to my teammates, if that is no trouble..."