Assembly

You finish telling your story and stand from your chair.

"Thank you. I will be your helper until one is assigned to you." The helper says, floating next to you. "Apart from bringing you back from your falls, I will also expand upon your lore based off of interactions in the great hall."

You shrug, continuing to walk back to the weapons display. As you get closer you see Petra talking with her helper, Brynn is no where to be seen.

"Yo." Petra turns to you. "You got one too?" She chuckles. "I thought I was in trouble at first."

"Every champion is accompanied by a helper." Your helper says. "Not necessarily one of us." Petra's helper adds.

"Well, what do we do now?" Petra squats down

"You aren't too late to participate in this season's team tournament." Petra's helper responds. "In just under an hour all of the champions will be put together to select their teammates."

"Awesome!" Petra stands. "Let's go!" She smacks your arm.

"Of course, follow me." Her helper says, yours floats along next to it.

Petra jitters with excitement as the two of you walk behind the two helpers through the corridor.

You enter a room with a massive table sitting in the center. People walk around chatting and picking food from the table. It was obvious that almost no one in the room was from the same world or time, yet they all seemed familiar with each other.

"Some newcomers, eh?" An obnoxiously confident man's voice says from behind you.

You and Petra turn to face the voice. A man clad in shining armor crested with a golden lion bows. His fiery orange hair bounces as he stands up straight again. He strokes his well groomed beard of the same color and tilts his head, eyeing Petra. "Welcome!" His voice booms.

"Who are you?" You ask. Petra folds her arms.

"I am- He cuts himself off to take a deep breath. "Lord Sir Roland Somerset Montgomery, Duke of the Three Isles, Lord of Havershant, Slayer of the-

"Shut up, please." Petra groans.

He glowers at her. "You all can call me Roland." He bows again. "Your name, my lady?" He reaches for Petra's hand.

"Petra." She slowly pushes his hand back to him. "You try too hard."

"And you, good sir?" He extends his hand towards you, ignoring Petra's comment.

"John."

Roland gives you an unimpressed look and then turns his head to his helper. "Excuse me a moment." He walks off, talking with his helper.

"Wow." Petra turns to you. "What an ego."

"Looks like Roland got to you already." Brynn's voice comes from behind the two of you.

"He always like that?" Petra turns to her.

"Only around new guys and the ladies." Brynn sighs, bringing a hand to her forehead. "He's just a prick."

Petra laughs.

"I take it you two are on a team?" Brynn asks, walking you towards the center of the room.

"Yup." Petra nods, grabbing food, seemingly at random from the table.

Brynn sighs as Roland walks back over to the three of you. "I'll see you later." She walks away.

"Petra." He once again reaches for her hand. "How has your stay been so far?"

She looks around. "Haven't done much." She makes a fist with her left hand; Roland tilts his head and then looks back to her face. "Can't wait to start kicking ass."

Roland gives a hearty laugh. "None of us can, my dear." He scowls at you for a second, then looks back to Petra. "Have you found yourself a teammate yet."

"I've got teach here." She switches places with you.

Until now you didn't realize that you were almost a whole head taller than him.

"John was it?" He looks up at you, and sighs. He steps back in front of Petra. "With him?" He laughs again. "Sorry, but he-" He looks back to you. "You are tragically boring. I've heard your lore." His laugh returns. "Not even a quote!"

Petra shoves Roland slightly. "Would you back off?" She lets out a chuckle. "Someone flaunting themselves so dramatically must be compensating for something." She makes a pinching gesture.

Roland glowers and then laughs. "Would you care to test your theory?"

"Hey, just drop it." The silver gloved hand of a muscular dark-skinned man is placed on Roland's shoulder. He wears a piercing blue suit with a lightning bolt on it, a mask of the same color rests around his brown eyes.

Roland looks at the man and then back to the two of you. "Until we meet in battle!" He bows, winking at Petra, and then he walks off.

"Sorry for him." The man says.

"Thanks for getting rid of that prick." Petra says. "Who are you?"

"I'm Sentinel. He isn't always like that." He smirks and extends his hand and shakes Petra's hand, then extends the gesture to you. You shake his hand.

"We were a team last season." He sighs. "We are this season too, but he always tries to team up with one of the girls."

Petra laughs. "He really does try too hard."

"He does." Sentinel sighs again. "You two are competing this season? I didn't see any of you guys in One-on-One's."

"We just got here." You say.

"Welcome." Sentinel looks towards Roland in the crowd and then flinches. "I'll go settle that. Good luck!" He leaves.

You and Petra stand around and chat for a while, occasionally people will gesture their hellos and welcomes to you as they pass, but no one else stayed for a conversation.

Eventually a large bell rings; a valkyrie flies into the room and floats above the table. "All teams must now be registered with your helpers, failure to register as a team will result in disqualification." The valkyrie scans the room. "Battles will start tomorrow." She flies out of the room.

"Follow us to your room." Your helper says.

"Room?" Petra says. "Just one?"

"All teams share one room." The helper responds.

You and Petra follow the helpers to the entrance of your team room.

Petra pushes the door open and looks around with a gasp. "Nice place." She says, her jaw hanging open.

You step inside of the room and stand in as much shock as Petra. The exquisitely decorated and massive room is full of all kinds of furnishing, including a cellar and pantry. Two oversized beds sit on the far wall.

"What are you guys doing out there?" Petra asks the helpers.

"We are not aloud to enter the living quarters of any champion.

Petra puts on a devious look and then closes the door. "Well, I guess I'll head to bed." She walks over to one of the beds, but stops as and moves to a door. She opens the door and looks inside. "Actually, I'll shower first." She laughs. "Have fun waiting." She closes the door.