Davak - The Villain Tournement

New Phylis Castle looms, blocking the grey weather and the gagged sun behind a turret. The banners of purple struggle against their restraints that are snapped onto the wall. The colour continued along the rows. Two long lines of The Black Fox's purple army stood in two rows, making a violet hallway towards the large doors to the entrance hall of the castle. As you walk, long trumpets will sound, announcing your arrival to the Tournament. You are here to test your metal, skill, daring and cunning against what Lord Kyrios deems the strongest from the worlds he's claimed. His generals stand between the creature himself.

Not a whole lot is known about him. From what the people of New Phylis know, he is a mighty warrior and powerful, almost god-like creature that carries the power of death to use on his enemies. He can lay crops to waste and render a man's strength that of an infants. He is regularly known as 'The Black Fox' just from his description. They're all in favour of the Lord's hunger for an empire, and keen to see it grow. They seem to be happy, making armour, weapons or researching all day. Talk of a 'Disgusting Red Foxes', one's called 'Tyro' by some of the researchers or scientists, are usually followed by something to the effect of "The Empire will crush them all!"

Those people are behind the men in purple, screaming and shouting. The noise makes it hard to get the whole gist but it seems like "Go home now!" and "No one beats The Empire's elite!" As the doors open before you, the trumpeting reaches its climax and stops. You walk in, of course, to have the doors closed.

Then locked behind you, nothing but the crowd to liven up the silence.

Nothing but a small whirring could be heard in the massive hall. Massive pains of glass flooded light upon the marble pillars. Stacks of clockwork or electronic things - clocks, toys, Game Boys, phones, remote controls- and explosives - dynamite, C4, bottles of vodka even - on the fine tiled floor in black and white. More purple banners are hung from the walls. The whirring came from the rafters above, metal platforms hanging between the panes of glass in the ceiling

A rumbling cackle tumbles from wall to all like watching the ripples spread across the surface of water. It was closer to an instrument of mood than anything of mirth and merriment. In the traditional sense, at least.

No, it was a dirty and low chuckle one lets loose when fresh sport has arrived.

The scuffed, black shoes lightly tread towards Davak with all the tender care of placing down a child. Once sufficiently close, a white hand grabs the large key. With every turn, loud clicks judder forth from the object in her hand until the device was wound up just enough.

Carefully, she tosses the object onto the pile of assorted items in front of Davak. A toy monkey in a bright blue waistcoat and fez, fur dyed white except for under the fez with a symbol in both hand. The extra wires, and duck tape raise a little suspicion but not as much as the red lips the monkey currently sported, curling into a forced grin.

The symbols clash together as the little monkey brings it's arms together. Somewhere in the toy begins looping the sound of manic giggling.

She watches anxiously from above.

"Thaaaat's the spirit, my friend!" She said, grinning widely with ruby lips. The colour extended far past the edges of her mouth. "That's how you play! So many wonder though here and there's nothing to them but desire for riches and glory." She opens the raggedy purple suit jacket revealing a small armoury hanging from there. She keeps the knives for later and the party popper to then choose the revolver.

"It's so nice to find a playmate, isn't it?" He points and shoots, causing a ridiculously sized explosion for such a weapon. So large that it doesn't manage to shoot straight as she staggers backwards into the railing behind her.

The gun had fired a flag into one of the toys on the pile Davak was lying on. The pole had managed to go straight through but you could pull the flag itself out and see that, on a red background, it said "Bang!" in bold letters. She was still giggling as she stood up.


"I forgot all about that. Ah well..." She said, dropping the revolver in her hand to then reach for something else on the ground.
"Who needs accuracy when you have bullets the size of yams?" This next revolver was a bout 10 times larger. While the handle and trigger was the correct size to be used, the barrel, the hammer and the bullet chambers looked big enough to be from a tank. The monstrous gun/cannon clangs against the railing she had to keep it on, lining up the shot. The porcelain face cracks up with a diabolical and wide-eyed smile.



She opens fire, the hammer hits and a bazooka rocket was fired at Davak.

Her grin falters as she tries to figure out a multitude of things at once. Where that came from, why that's sounds familiar, where her 'bullet' went. She eventually managed to answer the last one though.

"Awww...Your cheating!" She said, pulling the trigger again and again. Three more shots fly towards Davak.

The two shells collide and the girl is engulfed by flame before she could pout. A flaming mass flops the the ground in amongst the blackened metal.

Quip: Eliminated
1 to Davak. 6 to go.

A voice echoes around the room that was smug and all to comfortable with being in charge of proceedings.

"Aaaah! I see. So someone with power has arrived at last. Quip was killing most contestants before they even got a chance." This voice postured as it rang from speakers in the corners of the walls.

"One thing that puzzles be is that there's usually a trigger mechanism for when she dies that hasn't-"

A small, dirty giggle can be heard from the blackened body. The remains of the brightly coloured outfit was laughing in a constant loop, over and over again.

"Ah! There it is..." The voice sloaps off into it's own chuckle, low and expectant.

Bombs within the piles of toys go off. Like popcorn kernals sounding in random directions as though standing inside the pot. Chunks of tile and toy and plastic fly in all directions as the yellow flashes convulge on Davak.

"Really, the contestants that come through here..." Came a quiet reply as though talking to someone else. "They'd be better off sitting in a cage, poked with sticks. At least they'd pay a debt to..."

The voice came back, most definately replying to the man in the half-destroyed room.

"Ted. Really? Is that short for something? Are you forgetting the 40 vowels and consenants that sounded great in the last Elvish dictionary you pawed through last night or are you really going with 'Ted'? The prize is genuine, you realise...I have a feeling you'd prefer a cup of tea if you struggle through this."

A moments silence: "Well...Ted. I am Lord Kyrios, ruler of this empire and your final opponant. How about we see how good you really are before then? Quip is a capable fighter but there's a reason she's always first. I think we'll see cracks appear."

Just before the PA cuts out, Kyrios mutters as he moves away from the microphone: "Ted...Frightening..."

Two doors spring open, revealing the way forwards. The stairs were lined in a dusty scarlet carpet.