Fri Jun 03, 2016 5:44 am · id 1 · page 1
[center]JOCASTA TOWER TROPHY ROOM
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One of the tallest towers in Durem, Jocasta Tower is home to a number of research and development firms, as well as numerous fighters, mercenaries, and martial artists. Durem lays spread out like a blanket of shining jewels around the Tower, illuminating the night with a million pinpricks of light. Within sits a room that acts as a testament to nearly a half-decade of Gaia's professional fighters: the Trophy Room
Terrain General: The Trophy Room is a 50' by 50' room. Its walls are lined with display cases filled with replicas and memorabilia from tournaments of the past. In the center of the room sits four pillars, each with an enormous (replica) trophy: GTB II 1st place, GTB III 2nd place, GTB IV 1st place, HoH IV 2nd place. Weapons: Replica trophies. There are numerous weapons and pieces of armor in the display cases - a mining pick, a dented great helm, a couple of katanas, a tomahawk, and a dragon scale twice the size of a man's fist, for example. There are also a number of "fan items" -- banners for Heaven or Hell teams, t-shirts, and things of that nature. The display cases themselves are just wood and glass, and aren't bolted to the ground.
Bonus Features: The door is locked behind both participants, meaning that a ring out is impossible. They are functionally trapped in the room until the end of the match. [/center]
Fri Jun 03, 2016 5:56 am · id 2 · page 1
Veethree Wrote:
At the time he had first approached the tower he couldn't help but be amazed at how tall the structure was. He came from a place where the tallest building was, maybe, five stories high. The tower had dwarfed it in every capacity. He had been met at the door and lead inside, a welcomed reprieve from the mid-day sun and the scorching temperatures. He was lead to an elevator which had taken him up many floors until it stopped. He was lead from it and to a room that he entered, at the time he turned completely around in surprise when the door locked behind him. So it was to be that kind of fight? Two go in and one comes out. His eyes closed and he sighed. This brings us to the present. Nathan turned from the door in order to look at the contents of the room which caused his eyebrows to raise a bit in surprise. Trophies? Were they real? Relics of fights past? Did they come from those that fought in this room, spoils from fallen warriors, or did they come from who owned the building? So many questions.
Nathan dressed to match the weather outside. A plain and simple white tank-top covered his torso, hanging just barely over the cargo shorts that he wore. The shorts were brown and held up by a matching, soft fabric, belt that had a small silver buckle on it. Brown boots with tan soles found themselves upon his feet. His left arm was covered from shoulder to finger tips in a grey gauntlet, in its grip was a sword half way down its sheath. He moved from display case to display case, waiting for his opponent as he inspected any engravings. He couldn't tell if they were real or fake, he hoped for the latter, even if the weapons and armor pieces looked real.