[IC]New Years Festival: Flexing Contest

[Oath]

NOON

It was lunchtime, and a crowd was gathering around outside of a cafe. You could hear a man yelling. "Step right up! Give us your best flex, Provide some entertainment on the most festive day of the year! Show the crowd your stuff, don't be shy! Anyone and everyone, step right up! If the crowd decides that two people are tied, we will have a special tie breaking procedure!"

Give the crowd your best flex!
PM me a STR+CHA check, so 1d20+(str+cha). Please add up your STR and CHA scores first, since the roll mechanic doesn't seem to work well with two different modifiers on it.

All participants automatically get 1 New Years Festival Competition point, and +200 exp.
Winner will receive 500 exp, 10 New Years Festival Competition points, and a random Greater Minor Wondrous Item.
Second place will receive 400 exp, 8 New Years Festival Competition points, and a random Lesser Minor Wondrous Item (random roll twice, receives higher item).
Third place will receive 300 exp, 6 New Years Festival Competition points, and a random Lesser Minor Wondrous Item.
Posts count as freeform RP.

[InhumanRonin]

After waking up from his slumber Nomblilin jumps out of bed and heads to the main room of the guild. On his way to the main room Nomblilin over hears some people talking about a festival that is taking place today in town today. "A festival eh well I guess I know what I am doing today." He thought to himself as he grabbed a small meal before strolling out into the town.

After a little time had passed Nomblilin noticed a man shouting from across the street, "Give us your best flex don't be shy." Nomblilin thought to himself for a few minutes. "Hm I am not really the muscular type but maybe i should give it a try and let loose since it is a festival after all. Hm yeah why not go for it if nothing else this could be funny." Nomblilin walked across the street and told the man "Dont let my small frame fool you I shall give this a chance."

Spoiler

This feels appropriate http://images.eurogamer.net/2014/usgamer/1366060654969.jpg/EG11/resize/610x-1/format/jpg

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[Oath]

Public roll since I'm GM.
Ryine:

Rolled 1d20+5 : 19 + 5, total 24

[Mumble Dragon]

Wakan Tanka stepped/hopped his merry way toward the lively festival booth. Listening to the words of the passing pedestrians, he was told he could find some kind of strength contest over here. Instead he finds his two foot tall frame standing in front of some flexing contest. A bit disappointed, he decides to make his journey worth while and enter in this poorly advertised event. The people towered above him, showing off their radical poses and flashy moves. Wakan shielded his eyes from some of their posing radiance and hopped onto a table next to the curator. Stamping his foot down upon landing, he moves to catch the attention of the man running the booth. He had no doubt of losing to this contest, after all, he was the strongest Grippli in the entire swamp.

Striking a pose of his own, the frog addresses the man, issuing his entry into the contest. "You there, tall man with that strange hat," he calls out, "I have arrived to make sure this contest wont fall flat." Giving a twirl, the spectators could have sworn that they saw stars leap from his hands in his fantastic display. "Think you can beat this fantastic pose, well then, come at me bros!"

[Oath]

Nomblilin and Wakan Tanka approached the stage, one at a time. Nomblilin being first. The announcer called out. "WE HAVE OUR FIRST CONTESTANT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! A GNOME WHO GOES BY THE NAME NOMBLILIN!" The announcer paused for a moment, looking confused. "A... Gnome?" After the announcer went quiet, Nomblilin struck his best pose. A few people in the crowd let out cheers, surprised that a Gnome could pose at all.

Next came Wakan Tanka, who already seemed to be pretty into the performance. The announcer chimed in again. "NEXT WE HAVE A LIZARD...FOLK? WHO GOES BY WAKAN TANKA. HE IS EVEN SMALLER THAN THE GNOME, BUT HE SEEMS TO BE QUITE CONFIDENT IN HIS ABILITY! LET THEM HAVE IT, WAKAN TANKA!" As he twirled around, his performance was much better than the crowd had expected, those of them that had a good look at him cheered wildly, while his performance was lost on some of the others in attendance.

[Bootman]

A man in the back stage was discarding his cloak, looking fairly nervous about the whole ordeal. His tanned skin was lit up completely by the light back stage, as he stared at himself in the mirror. He still looked scrawny as ever, but he did note proudly that his other exercises were showing through. He was extremely lithe, showing that despite a lack of strength the man took care of his body. Other then that, the warrior was blind to his own naturally dashing looks.

"Hey! Loucelles! You're on in 30!" A volunteer at the festival shouted at him, causing Aion to jump just a bit.

He started hoping back and forth a bit, trying to build adrenaline. He felt magic course through him, like it had been all festival. Perhaps he was abusing his ability to rip back the veil of time to win silly contests, but on the other hand hopefully he was impressing people. Aion cast another spell on himself just to be sure. With a calming breath, he felt more of the natural energies poor into him, increasing his presence so much that it might even make up for his lack of muscle. Yeah. He could do this!

Aion ran out confidently, appearing on stage with a charge, before just standing there smiling like he had just achieved something incredible. It took him quite some time to realize the crowd was entirely silent, just staring at him, wondering how this apparently malnourished 12 year old had wandered on stage. The soldier panicked and, with that emotional high, ripped back the veil of time once again, until he was behind stage. He had a second chance of course, but what could he do? He had no idea how to make his dexterous frame look impressive. But he had no choice. Aion went back out onto to the stage.

Without thinking, he found himself on one hand and upside down. He twisted his forearm and fingers, sending the man into the, doing a full front flip. He landed on one leg, spun on that, fell back and repeated the process on the next arm and leg. At this point he realized he was, via muscle memory, performing his Elvish Military exercises. It was an almost ethereal grace and certainly something unique. He stopped it before it went on too long, and dashed off stage, sweat falling across his bare chest purely out of stress, wondering just how well he did.

[Bootman]

Braxton sauntered into the area where the contest was being held. It would be hard to find a man more suited for such an activity. His muscles budged and stretched his tight, tan shirt with every movement. There were those who became muscular through time in the field, and those who worked out just to show off. He seemed to be a combination of two types, and not afraid to show it off, hence joining the Flexing Contest. He picked up a pen, which looked hilariously tiny in his gigantic grip, signed his name in perfect cursive on the paper, and moved to the back room.

The bounty hunter folded his arms, making his body look like even more of an upside down triangle. Braxton's eyebrow raised when a gnome went onto the stage, then fell down, the rest of his face dropping into a scowl as a scrawny lizardfolk did his best flex. Finally a human who looked like his torso was less thick then Braxton's biceps went on stage. The man shook his head, smiling smugly. He uncrossed his arms, fixed his hat and ran a hand along his blond goatee with thumb and forefinger.

With several massive strides, the giant man barged onto stage with a commanding presence, the first actually muscled contender in the flexing contest had entered. Mr. Pentecost did a prolonged twirl while flexing, showing off every muscle he could. After his full 360 he turned around, stuck both his arms in the and flexed those absurd bulges to the extreme. In that instant his shirt fragmented like a stone being sundered. Like iron chains breaking. The scattered tatters that formerly made up a shirt flew as far as the back of the room, leaving him there in nothing but his leather pants, gloves and hat.

The crowd was silent, and he just stood there in the same post, chin up and smiling proudly with a big, perfect, toothy grin. The crowd stayed silent. His smile drooped into a frown, eyes darting from person to person in the crowd as none of them cheered for him. Braxton lifted up one leg and slammed it down on the wooden stage, snapped the planks in twain and sending a few splinters to either side. The sound echoed through the tent as he leaned in, his giant form looking even more unbelievable while up on the podium.

"What, youse blokes will clap your mitts for those bludgers-!?" He shouted with a booming, overwhelming voice as he did a little ironic clapping motion while rolling his eyes.

"-But ya won't cheer for a Blokey-bloke like me? Izzat it?!" At this point the crowd might feel in actual physical danger, as his hand hovered very close to the bladed whip slung at his side, hanging off his belt.

[Golas Rorn]

"BUAHAHAHA!" A large man laughed loudly as he went on stage next. His bulging muscles beneath his worn leather armor and crimson cloak, he posed for all to see.

[Nyuko Nyun]

A new contest! This time it looked like people went up to the stage and... showed off their muscles? Nyuko was pretty confused, but he was dead-set on doing it as well. Golas did it after all! This was his first steps to true manhood...

Nyuko edged towards the platform, his thin and scrawny physique not much to look at. But with an attempted boisterous laugh he followed in Golas' footsteps.

"Nyahahaha!"

[Oath]

The crowd roared with approval while Aion was doing his tumbling, and laughed as he ran off. "LOOKS LIKE AION GOT SOME COLD FEET!" the announcer shouted, as Aion was running, but nobody could say the performance was unimpressive. Then Braxton approached the stage and seemed to threaten the crowd. Hurling insults, and reaching for what appeared to be a weapon. "REMEMBER FOLKS, THIS IS A FRIENDLY EVENT, A FESTIVAL." the announcer shouted for security, and security promptly swept him off stage. "NEXT UP WE HAVE RYINE! WiLL HE BE ABLE TO BRING JOY BACK TO THE EVENT AFTER THAT LAST PERFORMANCE?" Ryine came up to diffuse the situation. He was wearing a tight cloth tunic and flexed, smiling at the crowd as the cloth burst at the seams. He gave a short bow before hopping off stage and returning from wherever he had come from. The crowd was quite into his performance.

The one that came after was almost as good. Golas approached the stage and the announcer began shouting. "NEXT UP WE HAVE GOLAS! THERE ARE RUMORS THAT HE IS A HALF-GIANT, BUT WE ALL CAN AGREE ON ONE THING! HE'S STRONG! HE ALSO LIKES MEAT. LETS MAKE THAT TWO THINGS!" Golas posed with grace and dignity, his muscles causing the crowd to scream with glee. He left the stage much the way he entered it, with a hearty laugh.
"LAST BUT NOT LEAST, WE HAVE NYUUUUUUUUKOOOOOOOOO!!" The young catboy looked confused as he struck his poses, doing his best to imitate Golas who had went before him, even copying his manner of laughing. The audience laughed along with him, Nyuko didn't quite had the physique for this type of event. He did his best, and the audience did cheer as he departed, but he didn't steal the show.

Results:
Winner - Ryine 500 EXP, 10 NYFCP, A pair of slippers.
2nd Place - Aion 400 EXP, 8NYFCP, container of Grey paste.
3rd place - Golas 300 EXP, 6 NYFCP, A pair of white cloth gloves.