MD 120: Dorian Slaughter vs. Theron Daggershield - Non Title

[Richard Blonoff]

Deadline is Tuesday, July 21st at 11:59PM CST. Extensions available upon request.

 

[Richard Blonoff]

Deadline has been extended by 24 hours.

 

[Dagger Dias]

Theron's Merry Band Of Misfits

Scene opens to a view of an auditorium. Chairs are set up in 5 even rows of 10 on the stage with a podium at the center. Humanoids of many races are seen entering the room and finding places to sit in the audience area facing the stage. Many are human or elven, a few half-elves and dwarves are also present. The majority of the crowd though are half-angelic humanoids known as Aasimars. Angle changes to a view of Theron Daggershield and his Merry Band Of Misfits, all but his girlfriend Kirilah are present. All are dressed in formal attire except Theron, the males in tuxedos and the females in dresses. Theron has blue denim pants, red shoes, and a novelty "Myth Of Esmerelda" T-Shirt on. Sheshmish's tuxedo is visibly too small for him and it is one flexing pose away from tearing apart. They are sitting in a row near the front of the stage. From left to right it is Kayrentia the Druid, Keifasar the Dread Necromancer, Sheshmish the Orc Swashbuckler, Theron himself, and Kaleesta "The Healer".

Sheshmish: Captain! I forgot my rum back at our room at the Inn. Do ye mind if I leave to go grab it?

Theron: Probably not a good idea. It would be rude to Kirilah and the others being honored tonight if you drink rum during the whole thing, better to be respectful.

Keifasar: Says the guy wearing a Myth of Esmerelda T-Shirt.

Theron: Shut up, Keifasar. Kirilah never said I had to wear a tuxedo.

Kaleesta: Even an Imperial Golmek from the Time Campaign is less intimidating than an angry girlfriend, Theron. You should have worn something fancier. This IS Kirilah's graduation from Paladin Training, after all.

Theron: I was never really a fan of the whole dressing up thing.

The Merry Band of Misfits all lean back in their chairs, relaxed. An average looking male human with long hair wearing casual clothes depicting the symbol of the deity Ilmater walks past Theron and his friends, holding a microphone in his right hand.

Theron: See? Look over there. That guy didn't wear a tux.

Kaleesta: Shhhh. I think they are starting soon.

The camera angle changes to a view of the stage as the long haired man with the microphone who walked past Theron a moment ago, walks over to the podium onstage.

????: Thank you all for coming tonight. I am a Cleric of Ilmater and serve on the staff here at the Weaponmaster Academy's Training School.

Some cheers are heard, the Cleric waits for a moment and then speaks again.

Cleric of Ilmater: During the past year I have been discipling the men and women of the Epic Level program who are being honored here tonight. They have all been training for 6 years, and now their training is complete. Everyone, please come on stage and take your seats.

Four dozen humanoids clad in fancy attire walk in a single file line onto the stage, each sitting down in one of the chairs set out in 5 rows of 10 on the stage. Kirilah the Paladin of Mystra is seen in a beautiful and shiny magenta dress, she sits down in the front row in the chair 4th from the left. A couple of bards walk onto the stage after each of the 50 chairs has been filled. The bards begin playing a respectful instrumental, the bards keep playing through the rest of the following scenes.

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The crowd claps and Cleric of Ilmater stands at the podium in the center of the stage.

Cleric of Ilmater: I am so proud of all of you. As you all may know, it is tradition to recognize the top student at these events. Now, our top student in this year's class might be best we have ever seen at our training school. Never before have I seen a student so devoted to her deity in times of prayer as well as on the battlefield. She finished every single semester of this degree with an unprecedented perfect 4.0 score, not only in the 4 Undergraduate years but also in the 2 Epic Level years that followed. It is my pleasure to hand the microphone over to your Weaponmaster Academy's Training School "Class of 2015" valedictorian.... Kirilah, the Paladin of Mystra!

The Paladin walks over to the podium, shaking hands with the staff members on the way to the center of the stage. She hugs the Cleric of Ilmater, who hands her the mic afterwards. She stands looking out into the crowd with a proud smile.

Kirilah: I am proud to be standing here as the top student today. I want you all to know that if you seek Mystra first and foremost above all else, then nothing can stand in your way, for through Mystra all things are possible. In a world filled with darkness, as a Paladin it is my calling to be the light in that darkness. The same can be said for all of my classmates. We are to be the light that the world needs.

She looks over at the Cleric of Ilmater and mouths "Can he start now?", the Cleric nods his head, appearing to have given approval.

Kirilah: Normally this is the part where I give a long speech meant to encourage everyone here. Tonight we have something different planned. I spoke to the training school staff long ago and they agreed with me that there is someone else here tonight who would do a much better job of that than I could myself. The reason tonight's event got delayed was so this individual would be able to speak. So.... without further ado, let me introduce to you our special guest speaker.... my boyfriend, the most fearless warrior on the battlefield, a former Global Champion at the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation who you might know as The Warblade of Mystra, Theron Daggershield!

A spotlight shines on Theron in the crowd. He stands up and makes his way to the podium to a very positive reaction from everyone in attendance. Kirilah gives him the microphone and returns to the chair she was sitting in.

Theron: Thank you. It's an honor to be asked to speak tonight. You know, I was once a student here. Kirilah and I entered the Weaponmaster Academy the same year and started our training when we were only 18. I'm proud of Kirilah and her classmates for finishing their degrees and for all of the other accomplishments they have achieved in the process. I wish I could say the same for myself. I was always lazy when I was in school. I was the guy sitting in the back row during class making sarcastic remarks and asking "When will I ever need to know this!?". I could have done better.

He looks over at Kirilah, then looks out into the crowd again. After taking a deep breath he begins speaking again.

Theron: I could have done better. I need to be honest. I am not only talking about my Warblade training here at the Weaponmaster Academy. I'm also talking about my gladiatorial career in the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation. Had I put forth EVERY last OUNCE of effort that I had, I might have achieved a higher level of success faster.... The Ladder Match against Marrmell at Burnup 100 for the Expert F Championship.... My match with Kaiser at 2014's Risky Raffle over the same belt.... The Global Championship Weapons Brawl at Empire Rally 6.... and my recent loss against Clovis at Uncalled For.... ALL are losses that were my own fault.

The crowd is completely silent, other than the bards who keep playing the instrumental.

Theron: All of those losses could have been victories. No, let me correct myself. They SHOULD have been victories. My most intelligent ally, Kaleesta "The Healer", told me that losses such as these were fixed points in time that couldn't be altered. I disagree. I should have won, but instead I did not put forth my best effort on the battlefield, much like when I was a student here. I should still be standing here as your Global Champion, yet I failed to obtain a title opportunity when I lost to Michelangelo Tempest in a Weapon Store Melee at our last set of shows that got randomly generated by a Chaos Mage living in a Time Space Continuum Tent.... A Weapons Store Melee.... I have never felt more at home in a given match type before! I'd love to have a rematch with that Dwarven Barbarian under similar conditions someday. The point is though, I SHOULD HAVE WON! I let my own laziness cost me another match! I could have done better.

The crowd begins chanting Theron's name. He lets them finish chanting for him, then he continues speaking.

Theron: Why is this relevant to Kirilah and her class, or to anyone here in attendance? Simple. Kirilah mentioned earlier the calling that every Paladin, Cleric, Spirit Shaman, and Favored Soul sitting onstage here tonight had accepted.... They are to be the LIGHT in a world filled with DARKNESS!

He walks out from behind the podium, still holding the microphone.

Theron: Don't you see? The darkness threatens to turn the entire world into one of doom and depression. Only if someone is willing to stand up and be the light that overcomes that darkness can the world be set free. I gave the fans a fraction of that light when I defeated The Garmr Dogs one by one in a crusade that saw me win the Global Championship. Now the World Gladiatorial Combat Federation faces a greater threat. A Dread Necromancer named Deangelo Genocide holds the World Gladiatorial Heavyweight Championship and each week he rambles on about how he will usher in darkness in the name of the evil deity Cyric. That's the bad news.

He puts the microphone in his left hand, and takes out his Falchion with his right hand.

Theron: The good news is this.... Guess who the dark one is facing on Burnup 120? The Warblade of Mystra. Theron Daggershield. On Burnup 120 I'm walking into that ring to fight, to prove a point, that LIGHT always wins against DARKNESS!

The crowd cheers loudly, Theron keeps speaking.

Theron: I stated a moment ago that I could have done better. This time I will. Soon a REAL hero will emerge, and it all starts at Burnup 120 when I defeat Deangelo Genocide! So my challenge to the graduates and everyone else here tonight is this.... Be the light. Only then can darkness be overcome.

Everyone in the auditorium whether it be the students, the staff, or the guests in attendance, all stand on their feet applauding. Theron holds his Falchion high above his head as the bards stop playing their instrumental.

Fade to black.