Will blinked. In that instant, he had left the hall and appeared in what seemed to be an empty dugout. Will
started taking stock of his body. Just like in the orphan mission, Will was colored mauve. He was tall, lanky,
and had long gangly arms. As far as Will could tell, he was human. He was wearing a thin, black suit of
leather armor and had a black bandanna wrapped around his face, concealing all but his eyes and hair. Along
with all of this, Will had a pair of long, jagged daggers strapped to his thighs.
"Rogue. I can live with that." Will said, stretching a bit to test his flexibility.
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Logan barely even noticed as he was transported to a small stone room. He glanced around, trying to get a feel
for his surroundings. If this was part of the tournament already, Logan wanted to be ready. He was going to
kick that losing streak and pull out a win.
After realizing he was not in fact in a fight, Logan looked down. Fortunately, he was not female. After the
events of the last two challenges, he felt it was important to acknowledge that. However, Logan also wasn't
human. Beside being a bright shade of green, Logan had pointed ears, a thin frame, and a substantial height.
He had been turned into a green elf. Logan was wrapped in furs that had been died to look like camouflage. He
had a quiver strapped to his back, with several dozen arrows and a long bow inside it.
"Elven ranger! Perfect! This is what I was born for." Logan cheered.
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Gabe never really liked the whole 'teleporting to some random place whenever Pix wanted him to' thing. Still,
this one was the worst. Gabe was once again a sky blue colored punk, but this time he was alone in some dark
hole. Examining a bit closer, Gabe was wearing full plate armor and carrying a large ax. Gabe swung the ax
around for a bit. It didn't feel nearly as heavy as it should have. Gabe tried to determine if he was still
human. As far as he could tell, that was the case. Gabe decided to ignore the bizarrely light weapon for the
time being and focus on deciding what competition he was in. He didn't have magic, so he wasn't a sorcerer,
wizard, bard, cleric, or druid. The armor didn't exactly go with monks, rogues, barbarians and rangers. That
left paladin and fighter.
"Eh, close enough. I'll figure out which one I am in just a minute." Gabe said, hefting his ax over his
shoulder.
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Cal was pumped. An all out slugfest, and he didn't have to be some freaky transformed guy for it. Of course,
Cal found out that was only partly true. Glancing down, Cal found that he was still not quite himself. He was
a big, muscular, yellow orc wearing only a pair of cloth slacks, some boots, bracers, and a belt. The entire
rest of Cal's body was adorned with tattoos. Cal also had a claymore in his right hand. Flipping it around,
Cal found that he could, in fact, wield it one handed.
"Hell yeah, maxed out strength barbarian. Watch out punks." Cal said.
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Rebeca jumped up. She had somehow been knocked down when she shifted to this place, meaning there was probably
someone else there. As Rebeca scanned the room for anyone else who could possibly be there, she examined her
body. Lean, not quite buff, but muscular and toned, a deep purple color. Rebeca was wearing a dark brown cloth
set of armor with wraps around her hands. Rebeca seemed to be a monk. Doing a quick jump to test her theory,
Rebeca was proven to be right when she managed to stick a backflip without any difficulty.
"Figures. The one core class I've never played in DnD. Alright then, time to get to work." Rebeca said.