Heroes of Light, Battle! The Ultimate Golsaucian Tournament Begins!

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Who: The Heroes of Light!
When: June 16th-19th
Where: Sparks Golsaucia
What: After weeks of getting hounded by the press, corporations, and prospective fiances, Octavaux Dairesault offers the Heroes of Light a way out: by participating in this year's Golsaucian Gauntlet, taking the form of a fighting tournament.
Warnings/Notes: Tournament arc, congoers.


An Offer You Can't Refuse (Prelude)
It starts not long after June begins. Maybe somebody proposes to you in the middle of the street. Or you're bumrushed by a horde of solicitors who want to use your image for whatever product they're peddling. Or maybe a reporter literally busts down your door to get an interview. Whatever the case, the Heroes soon find it's impossible to find a semblance of peace and quiet in early June. Around every corner and in every building is somebody who is just dying to talk to you, or more commonly, several somebodies, each at cross purposes. Even your homes aren't safe, as a few particularly nutty fans are willing to break and enter to get your autograph.

You have to deal with all of this for a week, until you're contacted by Octavaux Dairesault, organizer of the previous year's smash hit Golsaucian Gauntlet. He's noticed (and perhaps orchestrated) your plight, and offers you a way out: simply participate in his tournament and/or the events around it, and the attention will lessen. Considering how things get worse every day, you don't have a lot of options...

Sparks Golsaucia HeroCon 20XX
As it turns out, the events around the tournament that Octavaux casually mentioned are really a huge, city-spanning con. Cosplayers are everywhere. Artist alley takes up two entire districts. You can't take two steps without bumping into a merchandise stall. Thankfully, the limos Octavaux has provided means that you don't have to fight your way through a horde of ravening fans to reach the centerpiece of the whole debacle: the arena. A massive Colosseum with bleeding-edge technology to allow for the creation of stages drawn from... something. Octavaux refuses to elaborate on that. Whatever the case, you finally have the respite that you need. There's delicious food, cushy bedrooms, exercise rooms... pretty much whatever you want. And best of all, nobody prying into your business. How will you spend your precious, precious free time?

Of course, the tournament isn't all some of you are here for. Maybe you've decided to host a panel, in which case you're contractually obligated to appear among thousands upon thousands of fans and give a spiel. And give autographs. Lots of autographs. With really weird requests too.

Whatever the case... the tournament is about to begin!

Comments

Re: In Which Sam Vimes Hosts a Panel

[tip_the_scales]

"What would you have been able to do differently if you had the people? I wasn't here for last April, you see." It was good to see what was going on, and Robin had never had to apply for a job before. Showing up and being taken in by Chrom, and suddenly Chrom's kingdom was at war and she had to help was not quite an application, except in the most practical 'can you do this' sense.

[old_stoneface]

Vimes nodded. "Right. The riots in Arito. Dunno if you were aware, but before all that business with the time loops the whole place was overrun, culminating in an explosion that killed half the city. Even with an absolute bloody miracle on our side, it still took a bit of doing, but we still managed to quell the riots once we had enough people on board."

[tip_the_scales]

"Is it just a case of having enough people?" Robin asked curiously. "I'd imagine things like training help too."

[old_stoneface]

Vimes nodded. "Training's important, that's true, and so're about a thousand other things, but to start with you've got to have the manpower. People who won't turn tail at the first sign of trouble, you've got to be able to convince people that if it came down to a fight the police would come out on top."

He stepped down from the stage, crossing to Robin with a curious eye. "I think, unless I'm wrong, that you know how to fight? You've got the right build for it."

[tip_the_scales]

"Right. I'm the tactician for the Shepherds of Ylisse," Robin said. "When the halidom is at peace, we watch the roads and the small villages for bandits and other trouble. Places too small to have a dedicated police force."

Of course, they spent a lot of time at war over the past few years.