Naruta Choice Awards: Year 7
Sept 9, 2012 22:32:12 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 9, 2012 22:32:12 GMT -5
As the lights dim in the cavernous audience hall, and the spotlight flicks on to the center stage, there is at first only silence. Then, steadily, there is the sound of marching feet all in formation. A sudden blast of trumpet fanfare splits the air and select angels of all the Forces march in formation on the stage, splitting off into groups by their respective Forces and standing at the very back of the stage. Their wings all spread, creating a mismatching backdrop of feathers in all colors and styles.
Rather than appear one by one, the Forces arrive as a group this year, clad in gleaming armor and wielding weapons of their choice. Etaf bears a gleaming pale-white sword. Soahc carries a double-bladed sword that he spins idly from hand to hand. Between one minute and the next, the weapon suddenly transforms into a whip, and then a pair of daggers, and then back into one weapon again. Worg bears a weighted cudgel in one hand with a quarterstaff held in the others. Thuoth has his tome, as always, but in one upward, open palm is an orb of crackling energy. Taed, of course, bears a wickedly sharp scythe and Efil holds a burnished gold shortsword wreathed in flames.
The Forces fan out, with Etaf taking front and center. "Greetings players and characters alike to the annual Choice Awards! We come to you armed for battle, united in a show of solidarity this year. But we will set our weapons aside for tonight and join in on a night of celebration and reflection!" All of their weapons abruptly disappear. "And as is tradition, we open with our usual award, the Greatest Force. Our current running champion has been Soahc, also our last year's winner."
"I see no reason to break trends now," Soahc interjected with a smug smile.
"Our entrants for the year were, of course, Soahc-"
"WOO!" Soahc screamed, throwing up the horns. He paused, looked at his hands, and slowly lowered them.
"-Taed-"
Taed wordlessly inclined his head to the crowd.
"-Myself, and Thuoth."
Thuoth smiled fingertip waved to everyone.
"Tough luck," Soahc sighed, throwing an arm around Efil. "You and Worg didn't even get a nomination. That's harsh." Efil stared at him until he slowly removed his arm. "You're never going to win votes with that attitude! You should be more like me."
"And the winner is... Goodness!" Etaf beamed brightly. "Thuoth!"
"WHAT!" Soahc yelped.
"Really?" Thuoth squeaked, a wide smile breaking on his face as he hurried over to accept the award. "Oh by the stars! I'm speechless! Thank you everyone!"
Rather than appear one by one, the Forces arrive as a group this year, clad in gleaming armor and wielding weapons of their choice. Etaf bears a gleaming pale-white sword. Soahc carries a double-bladed sword that he spins idly from hand to hand. Between one minute and the next, the weapon suddenly transforms into a whip, and then a pair of daggers, and then back into one weapon again. Worg bears a weighted cudgel in one hand with a quarterstaff held in the others. Thuoth has his tome, as always, but in one upward, open palm is an orb of crackling energy. Taed, of course, bears a wickedly sharp scythe and Efil holds a burnished gold shortsword wreathed in flames.
The Forces fan out, with Etaf taking front and center. "Greetings players and characters alike to the annual Choice Awards! We come to you armed for battle, united in a show of solidarity this year. But we will set our weapons aside for tonight and join in on a night of celebration and reflection!" All of their weapons abruptly disappear. "And as is tradition, we open with our usual award, the Greatest Force. Our current running champion has been Soahc, also our last year's winner."
"I see no reason to break trends now," Soahc interjected with a smug smile.
"Our entrants for the year were, of course, Soahc-"
"WOO!" Soahc screamed, throwing up the horns. He paused, looked at his hands, and slowly lowered them.
"-Taed-"
Taed wordlessly inclined his head to the crowd.
"-Myself, and Thuoth."
Thuoth smiled fingertip waved to everyone.
"Tough luck," Soahc sighed, throwing an arm around Efil. "You and Worg didn't even get a nomination. That's harsh." Efil stared at him until he slowly removed his arm. "You're never going to win votes with that attitude! You should be more like me."
"And the winner is... Goodness!" Etaf beamed brightly. "Thuoth!"
"WHAT!" Soahc yelped.
"Really?" Thuoth squeaked, a wide smile breaking on his face as he hurried over to accept the award. "Oh by the stars! I'm speechless! Thank you everyone!"