My somewhat famous (at least on this forum and on Dev Art) story about Snake and Noob, the fighting tournament, and a necromancer. Now, rewritten for added versatility and action!

 

New added chapters!

 

New action!

 

More clear story!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 0: The tournament

 

 

 

"So, as you can see King, the tournament will bring in so much tourism, people everywhere will come to enjoy this tournament." A man in white armor said, standing over a piece of paper with small wording.

 

The king rubbed his chin, contemplating. "And the deaths this tournament will cause?"

 

"The people who enter must know that they are facing death or serious injury." The knight said, sitting in one of the hard wooden chairs in the castle dining room. He set the paper down.

 

"What else is going to happen?"

 

"There will be challenges. First of all, you must remember the shades, they are everywhere. bonfires will have to be made all around Varrock since this tournament will take place at night. Not inside, but outside of the castle, though within the walls."

 

The king took up his quill pen. "I would like more tourism in Varrock. But you must promise that this will not bring terrible evil upon the city."

 

"I swear on my status in the heroes guild. I will make sure that nothing bad happens."

 

The king signed the paper.

 

"This better be one great tournament. It better help Varrock, not destroy it, and if something bad happens, your head will be on display in this dining room."

 

"Yes king." The man in armor got up and pushed in his chair, putting the paper in his small backpack. He then bowed to the king. The king nodded and the knight left.

 

What bad could happen?

 

 

 

The fliers were posted across the land. Word got out quick, and, after two months, tourism to Varrock began to pick up.

 

The fight tournament was coming. Fights to the death. Brutal fighting that could only come from the twisted people at the heroes guild.

 

The king could not wait for the tournament.

 

 

 

One day before, the people who were going to fight showed up and signed in. The hero guild members set up the arena in front of the castle.

 

 

 

And then, the day of the festivities began....

Chapter 1: Before the fight.

 

 

 

People crowded into Varrock's city walls. The guards had a horrible time going through everyones bags, searching for weapons. Some people got through with weapons, but were quickly taken down by one of the most brutal guards in the land.

 

The castle was getting too crowded. People were pushing and shoving to get in, and fights were taking place. Many people were getting kicked out of the castles gates because of the fighting.

 

Otherwise, the tourists and townspeople alike were getting seats around the raised, circular arena. Some of the more important townspeople sat on balconies overlooking the arena, while others still sat at the top of the castle.

 

On the castle walls, sat the VIP's, the king, heroes guild members, and other people who had helped put this show on.

 

 

 

Inside of the castle, the kitchen was full of activity. The chefs were throwing food together for the fighters. They tried to make the best food they possibly could, because the king was paying them extra for this.

 

"Some of these people may never have a meal again." He had said.

 

It was kind of twisted what was going on. To attract tourists, have people kill each other?

 

The chefs shrugged it off. It was the kings decision and he controlled what did and did not happen.

 

 

 

The participants of the fight sat at a long marble table in the dining room where just three months ago, the king had signed a paper to let this event take place. Bowls of soup were laying on the table before each person, and most of the people took a spoonful and then returned to intimidating the other participants.

 

Many of the fighters were being kicked out for starting fights. Blood was already running like a river, even though the tournament had not even started.

 

Tension boiled as a chef walked out, carrying plates of some kind of high quality meat.

 

Snake sat at the far end of the table, watching everyone carefully, with hawk-like eyes. Some of these people were more suspicious looking than others. Some were cheerful and toasting each other as they drank little sips of wine. Others were talking about the tourists. Still others were getting into fights.

 

Snake seemed to be the only one minding his own business.

 

He ate his food slowly, continuing to watch the participants.

 

They all looked puny compared to him.

 

After the meal was finished, plates were wisked away, and all of the participants were sent into the entryway of the castle where conversations erupted.

 

Snake was annoyed to death of the talking, and was pleased to hear trumpets five minutes later, signalling that the king was preparing to speak.

 

The door to the castle was opened by two guards, and the participants were lined up on the stairs, facing the ring, and the king on the castle wall.

 

The king pulled a dagger from his coat, and then cut a scroll open, and hanged it up for the people to see.

 

The first round matches were written out in red ink. It was lovely handwriting, and the red only made Snake think of teh blood about to be spilled here.

 

He knew something bad was going to happen. There was no doubt in his mind. These kind of gatherings of people usually meant that some creepy monster was going to come from the nether regions or a horde of giant mutated turtles would attack.

 

He hoped he was wrong.

 

The participants began more conversations. The king waved his hand for silence though.

 

"There are some three way matches. While many may think these are not fair, they were the only way to let everyone into the action who signed up. You cannot try to change matches, for these are set in a stone that cannot be chiseled. Street fights may occur during this tournament, in that case, the participants who were involved will be leaving our tournament."

 

The king waved his arm.

 

"It is time for our opening match! Pker please step up."

 

A man in the robes of a monk walked into the arena. Applause errupted and the king once again raised his hand. Silence came at once.

 

"AJ, please step inside and prepare for fighting." This fighter had a large shield and an ax.

 

"The rules for this tournament are simple. No prayer. No healing techniques. Leave the arena, and you lose. This is a fight to the death, though you can let your opponet live. Those are some simple rules, so I will not keep you waiting any longer. FIGHT!" The king waved his arm.