Darth Pyrrhus
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Acolytes Final: Darth Drethi vs Nerius
Knights Final: Warok the Defiler vs Darth Mudrac
The One Sith tournament was nearing its end. Many had fought, many had fallen. In the end, only two would remain; one from each category. After today, only those two would be able to call themselves the winners of the One Sith Tournament. The duels had taken place all over the galaxy. Hoth, N'zoth, Gratos, Belgaroth, Tython, Fresia, Neimoidia, Bakura, Felucia, Illum, Kessel, Ord Mantell... And now, the final destination, where it was all decided: Glee Anselm. And for the first time, the combatants had an audience. This was their chance to be seen. To be noticed. And prove their worth. There was a lot at stake. Great prestige awaited the victor, though for the defeated, there was nothing but the promise of becoming a fading memory.
One of the facilities of the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm that made it stand out, was its built-in arena. It formed a large and wide circle. Within it, there were no distractions but four pillars. Each pillar had one line written on them, in both ancient Sith and Basic. One line each, that together formed the entirety of the Sith Code. The arena floor was a hard layer of grained sand, on top of the cave rock. High up, above the thick stone walls was a transparent barrier that separated the combatants and the spectators. There were rows with benches available for spectators to observe any ongoing fighting, each row placed higher than the one before to allow multiple rows without interfering with the line of sight. There was even a VIP section. The VIP section was open to the Academy's Overseer and special guests. In this case, that meant those of the highest ranks, such as generals, admirals, Wills and Sith Lords. Naturally, for those who either knew the right people or bribed the right people, there was a chance of sneaking in. Naturally, this was not without its risks.
Darth Pyrrhus stared out at the arena from behind the transparisteel walls of the VIP section. The combatants were being announced. Finally, the final rounds were beginning. Glancing across the multiple rows of seats, he could see that the occasion had gathered quite the crowd. Nearly all of the academy's acolytes and tutors were present. The arena's spectating area filled with a steady hum of laughter and passionate discussions about who were most likely to win. Bets were made and drinks were had. More than just watch a fight, it was a chance many exploited to establish new contacts, striking secret deals and alliances.
An advantage the VIP area had, was that instead of having to search out the many servants for a drink, it had an open bar. Naturally, this was a generous opportunity to be exploited. Though the Togruta's hand held no drink currently, he suspected it would find one soon enough. The gates lowered, and out stepped the combatants.
Acolytes Final: Darth Drethi vs Nerius
Knights Final: Warok the Defiler vs Darth Mudrac
The One Sith tournament was nearing its end. Many had fought, many had fallen. In the end, only two would remain; one from each category. After today, only those two would be able to call themselves the winners of the One Sith Tournament. The duels had taken place all over the galaxy. Hoth, N'zoth, Gratos, Belgaroth, Tython, Fresia, Neimoidia, Bakura, Felucia, Illum, Kessel, Ord Mantell... And now, the final destination, where it was all decided: Glee Anselm. And for the first time, the combatants had an audience. This was their chance to be seen. To be noticed. And prove their worth. There was a lot at stake. Great prestige awaited the victor, though for the defeated, there was nothing but the promise of becoming a fading memory.
One of the facilities of the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm that made it stand out, was its built-in arena. It formed a large and wide circle. Within it, there were no distractions but four pillars. Each pillar had one line written on them, in both ancient Sith and Basic. One line each, that together formed the entirety of the Sith Code. The arena floor was a hard layer of grained sand, on top of the cave rock. High up, above the thick stone walls was a transparent barrier that separated the combatants and the spectators. There were rows with benches available for spectators to observe any ongoing fighting, each row placed higher than the one before to allow multiple rows without interfering with the line of sight. There was even a VIP section. The VIP section was open to the Academy's Overseer and special guests. In this case, that meant those of the highest ranks, such as generals, admirals, Wills and Sith Lords. Naturally, for those who either knew the right people or bribed the right people, there was a chance of sneaking in. Naturally, this was not without its risks.
Darth Pyrrhus stared out at the arena from behind the transparisteel walls of the VIP section. The combatants were being announced. Finally, the final rounds were beginning. Glancing across the multiple rows of seats, he could see that the occasion had gathered quite the crowd. Nearly all of the academy's acolytes and tutors were present. The arena's spectating area filled with a steady hum of laughter and passionate discussions about who were most likely to win. Bets were made and drinks were had. More than just watch a fight, it was a chance many exploited to establish new contacts, striking secret deals and alliances.
An advantage the VIP area had, was that instead of having to search out the many servants for a drink, it had an open bar. Naturally, this was a generous opportunity to be exploited. Though the Togruta's hand held no drink currently, he suspected it would find one soon enough. The gates lowered, and out stepped the combatants.
