(Preshow) Registration [Where you sign up IC]

[Skeletor]

Frozen Fields registration from Zul'gurand

Trollbridge outpaced Skeletor into the streets of Zul’gurand, and the Overlord of Evil was struck by how… plain the settlement seemed. The hide and leather tents were functional, and the bone aesthetic had a certain rustic charm, but the trolls were only a few steps above nomadic it seemed. Skeletor could not help but wonder whether it was even worth his time to gain their allegiance, so pathetic they seemed. Yet they had been able to keep the dwarves from claiming the Frozen fields for their own, and given what Skeletor had heard of the Dwarves organizational ability and battle prowess that implied there was something to them that he must be missing. Skeletor grabbed Trollbridge’s shoulder, turning the troll around to face him.

“Where is this Zul’jihn? I am running out of patience to meet your so-called leader!” Skeletor sneered.

“you can’t just walk in and talk to him, man!” the troll said with surprise, “you gadda prove yourself to da tribes! We gadda know you is trolly enough to meet the boss man before you can get in.”

Skeletor’s hollow sight bored into Trollbridge, but the Warlock said nothing. Trollbridge took a step back despite himself, half expecting the prime’s silent rage to soon be heading his direction. Thankfully for him Skeletor’s attention was drawn to a hawker from down the street. It seemed that Syntech’s newest murderfest was on the lookout for new lambs. The grinning skull glanced back at Trollbridge.

“I must prove myself, hmmm?” Skeletor asked, and without another word strode over to the Syntech booth.

“Well! You look like a strapping young deathlord if every I’ve seen one!” said the harker, a goblin in a tailored suit and bowtie. Skeletor looked at the goblin, balanced expertly on his stool to put him at eye level.

“What is this abyss you are speaking of?” Skeletor asked with crossed arms, so far unimpressed with the Syntech barker.

“What is Dante’s Abyss? Where have you been my guy! Its only the most awe-inspiring action in all of the Omniverse! Are you a prime or secondary? We let ‘em both in you know, but we aren’t responsible for any permadeaths that might result…”

“I am Skeletor Overlord of Eternia. Even trapped within this prison world I am most definitely not some pathetic secondary.”

“Sure thing boyo, rightily right!” responded the goblin chipperly enough, “Do you think you got what it takes to win the tournament?”

“No one could be foolish enough to dare oppose me.” Skeletor glowered, becoming irritated with the goblin more and more by the passing second.

“What faction you are representing?”

“I follow no orders!” came Skeletor’s harsh reply, “Though I will allow Zul’jhin to claim to be a beneficiary of my victory if he is wise enough to ask.”

“ehr… right. Syntech is not responsible for an Physical, Social, mental or emotional damage that you may experience while participating in Dante’s Abyss. Furthermore you acknowledge that undue destruction of Syntech property or personnel will be cause for eviction from the event and depending on severity may require you to pay a fine of OM from your personal store. If there’s no problems go ahead and put your handprint onto this scanner for a signature.”

“Alrighty, Alright!” the goblin shouted happily after skeletor had done so, “Step on over to the lady in the blue wig and she’ll do your event processing.”

Skeletor was truly baffled by the blue tentacle-like wig that the otherwise very normal woman sported as he approached her camera booth.

“Alright sugah, gimme your best world conquer pose. You look like one of them megalomaniac types.”

“YOU DARE?” Skeletor seethed, his fir-trimmed cloak billowing out behind him as he mustered eldritch power into the Havoc staff. A bulb flashed, disorienting him as he prepared for a surprise assault.

“puifect.” The lady said, then pressed a button. Cables zipped out and latched onto Skeletor from several directions. The overlord twisted, attempting to pry the diodes loose but they clung to his muscular form with an unnerving strength.

“What treachery is this?” the warlock cried in alarm, thrashing amidst the cables without success.

“Relax, We just need to take your vitals, pal.” The woman spoke, still entirely unimpressed. Another flick of a switch and the cables retracted. The woman pulled up his diagnostic and gave a low whistle.

“Your blood pressure is through the roof guy, you gotta watch that kinda stuff. Give you a heart attack.”

“I’ll give you far more than a heart attack if you don’t…” Skeletor’s ranting was cut short as another switch began to the teleportation sequence.

“give Karl a kiss fer me, Sugah.” The woman said, and Skeletor found himself in Syntech’s facility.