CtL: Goblin Ball!

The game focuses around 2 teams, 2 nets, and 1 goblin ball. Each team guards their respective net while attempting to score a goal by getting the goblin ball in the opposing team’s net. However, this game is not meant to be played in a normal football court. No, depending on the freehold, goblin ball is played using either a large hollow, or an entire city block. What's more is that each player swears an oath to the referee (aka the Oathkeeper) to play by the rules, on penalty of humiliating shame. The first team to win best of three rounds (3 goals per round), wins!

Da Rules
1. Each team must have at least 3 players, and at most 5. Either way, both teams must have an equal number of players, the team with the least being the limit.

2. Once the nets are placed, they cannot be moved until the round and/or game is concluded.

3. Players are permitted to bring their own weapons, armor, and supplies when participating. However, tokens, lethal weapons and deadly poisons are prohibited (drugs that do not conflict with the previous statement are acceptable).

4. Teams may carry as many as three goblin fruit per player per round. No more.

5. Only the REAL goblin ball is counted when identifying a goal. Illusions and/or fakes do not (though creating one is without penalty).

6. All contract, seeming, and kith abilities are permitted so long as they are not used to purposefully disfigure and/or kill.

7. Mortals, including animals, who are within the boundaries of the playing field, may be used by the players to move the ball. However, players may NOT intentionally place human beings in harm's way. They are also disallowed to reveal their true nature to said-individuals unless they are already ensorcelled.

8. Players may not leave the playing field until the end of a round. Doing so then requires that the player return within a time limit of 5 minutes, or be immediately replaced by another teammate. If unable to do so, the team in question is disqualified.

9. Under no circumstances are players allowed to attack, antagonize, or bribe the Oathkeeper. In equal respect, the Oathkeeper is forbidden from taking such things, and must disqualify all players involved in said-actions.

10. Before each game begins, the Oathkeeper must infuse the goblin ball with glamour. This allows him and anyone with the ability to sense glamour to know where the ball is at any given time during the game.

11. A round has a time limit decided by the Oathkeeper at the start of the game. Should neither team score a goal within designated time limit, a stand off is made between two players, one per team. First one to knock their opponent unconscious wins their team the round.

12. Should the goblin ball be taken out of the playing field, or destroyed, the Oathkeeper is to replace it immediately or declare a stand off (see rule 11).

Example of Play

Randy: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Hollow Dome! I’m Randy Foxglove here with my partner in crime, David Yore, to give you the rub on today’s goblin ball tournament, isn’t that right, Dave?

Dave: That’s right, Randy. Today’s line up is looking awesome, with Iron Sons vs. the Wicker Men. Randy, what’s your take on these guys?

Randy: Well Dave, the Iron Sons are an all-American team sponsored by the Summer Court, every member’s a redcap with a lust for battle and thrill to kill. Their star player, Brent Gorgal, aka “the butcher”, is a gargantuan ogre built like a frick’n tank on legs, and has made a name for himself for being unstoppable once he’s got his eyes on the ball.
Meanwhile, the Wicker Men are mix of Spring and Autumn courtiers with a specialty for terrain.

Dave: And why’s that Randy?

Randy: Well, it might just be because two of their teammates are elementals: a woodblood and fireheart, a bumble bee beast--who seems to be a mix of venombite and windwing kiths, and a razorhand darkling. But of course, their captain, Lorain, is an oracle wizened who has saved many an epic fail from happening with her mastery of clairvoyance.

Dave: But can she see why kids everywhere love Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

Randy: ...Okay, moving right along. It looks like the hedge has already decided what shape the arena will take—and hoowow! It’s the Urban Sprawl! Tall buildings, concrete, and plenty of places to hide. Thankfully we’ve got tokens to help us show you all on what’s going on inside those buildings.

Dave: We sure do, Randy. Two of them have just found where the goals have been put. Surprise, surprise, the Iron Sons  are going with their signature strategy of having their goal in a confined area, hoping that they can funnel their opponents into fighting them head on.

Randy: Yep, that back alleyway’s only got two ways in: the front and from above. As for the Wicker Men, it looks like they’re setting up shop inside the top floor of the building, and--

Dave: Wait Randy. Oh hoh hoh! Looks like Bumble Bee Cindy’s putting some goblin fruit down inside! Are those things buzzing?

Randy: Well, it’s up in the air, Dave. Stay tune, folks. We’ll be right back after these messages.  

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Randy: And we’re back, folks! Got a fresh cup of coffee, and a corndog to boot. Gotta love these hob meat surprises.

Dave: Not a chance, Randy, I’m vegan.

Randy: On that note, it looks like Patrick Evergreen—Team Wicker Men—has already made the basketball court into a park with some insta-tree goblin fruit.

Dave: That he has, Randy. Meanwhile, the Iron Sons have been scouting the terrain for advantages. So far, they’ve got Deadeye Maverick on the rooftops with his famous tranquilizer rifle.

Randy: A tranq-rifle?

Dave: I couldn’t make this shit up, Randy. Since lethal firearms are illegal in these games, Mave’s gone and made himself the next best thing: a rifle with darts full of laffy-juice.

Randy: Jesus, that’s sounds nasty.

Dave: Sounds like you’ve never been. Stuff’ll make you a f*cking loony tune if it gets in your blood.

Randy: That explains a lot about you, Dave.

Dave: Anyway, looks like the Oathkeeper’s gathering the troops in the center of the arena. Looks like it’s Gorgal vs. Razorhand Mike, couldn’t ask for a better face-off. Okay, ball’s in the air…wha-? OH!! Cindy takes to the air just as Gorgal sucker punches Mike! WOO!!

Randy: Not so fast, Dave. Now that Cindy’s got the ball, she’ll have to dodge Maverick.

Dave: Good thing the buildings are adding cover, Cindy’s making for the Iron Son’s goal at record speed—she tosses the ball over her shoulder, and it’s caught by Patrick who was hiding in the tree! Good luck finding it now.

Randy: You’re forgetting that Gorgal’s a redcap, that guy’s already setting fire to the tree—wait… holy shit! Wicker Men’s Red Hot Lucy is playing damage control! The fire’s already attacking Gorgal while keeping off the trees!

Dave: Any sign of the ball?

Randy: Nowhere in sight. Looks like Patrick’s playing stealthy—but Iron Sons are already in full chaos, with Gorgal on fire, and Soldier Boy Lance trying to put ‘em out!

Dave: Hey, soldier boy!

*DING!!*

Randy: What th—sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joe, folks! Patrick somehow managed to knock out Iron Sons’ goalie: Underbite! Wicker Men score the first goal!


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Randy: Alright folks, it’s one to none for the Wicker Men today. Iron Sons are already preparing their counter assault. No doubt they’ve got Maverick with his eyes on Cindy to keep them from repeating the last round.

Dave: Sure sounds like it, Randy. Can still see the fumes coming off Gorgal. Wouldn’t want to be facing him at center point. Heh, and neither does Mike apparently. Poor guy’s still growing back his teeth with healing jelly.

Randy: Fortunately for his team, Lucy’s on point. You can tell she’s just itching to have Gorgal try and hit her.

Dave: Ball’s in the air, Randy. And—hoho! Gorgal takes a dive on top of Lucy! Didn’t see that one coming, even with the oracle onboard!

Randy: Looks like Iron Sons’ Lance has got the ball now, while the twin dancers Lee and Ro act as backup! Lance passes to Lee—or is it Ro-? Wait! The trees are throwing their branches at them, but the dancers are tossing the ball back and forth with superb backflips, Dave!

Dave: Give ‘em a ten for difficulty right there.

Randy: Okay, they’ve gotten inside the building, leaving Lance to cut his way through. They’re speeding through the place without any resistance whatsoever. They’ve reached the top floor, they’re making it to the goal—NO!! A swarm of bees just came out of nowhere!

Dave: Bees, my god.

Randy: Oh wow, that swarm of bees must’ve come from the fruit Cindy laid out earlier. Christ, those things are all over the place! Wait-wait-wait! OHHH!! What a pair of troopers! The twins score a goal for the team! Iron Sons win the second round!

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Randy: And we’re back, with both teams having taken a couple of casualties today. Luckily, both teams have either a healer or medicinal goblin fruit to keep their players in the game. The match could go either way.

Dave: That’s right Randy. Already Lucy and Patrick from Team Wicker Men appear to be strategizing. Never a good sign when two elementals start agreeing with each other.

Randy: Meanwhile, the Iron Sons each seem to be drinking something. Must be magic cool aid. Alright, and it looks like the Oathkeeper’s rearing to go. Gorgal’s taking it for the third time, while Razorhand Mike dares another blow… ball’s in the air… and Gorgal’s got the ball! Slamming Mike through a brick wall before charging down the alley!

Dave: HOLY SHIT!!

Randy: Wha-? Dear god! The trees are getting up and trying to tackle Gorgal! Lucy’s setting fire to the whole forest! It’s the Wicker Men’s signature finisher!

Dave: Not bad, Randy. But it looks like Gorgal’s steamrolling through it! He’s already the size of a house, and seems to be ignoring the flames altogether!

Randy: Doesn’t last long though, how’s he gonna get inside the—WOAH!! He’s gone King Kong on us, and is climbing the side of the building, with Lance hitching a ride on his back!

Dave: But can they survive the swarm of bees waiting by the goal?

*CRASH!!*

Randy: Apparently not. Getting stung in the eyes and nose will screw up even a gargantuan on painkillers. Back to the burning trees, they’ve already sent the Iron Sons into disarray, but what’s this? Lucy’s gone AWOL! She’s hitting everything with a smile on her face!

Dave: Laffy juice. Works every time.

Randy: Looks like it’s up to Cindy, can she—yes! YES!! She’s got the ball and is flying down the alley towards the Iron Son’s goal!

Dave: Oooooh, arse dagger to the face! Underbite’s gonna need medical attention after today.

Randy: That’s it folks! Cindy’s won today’s match! WICKER MEN WIN!!

Dave: You owe me $20.

Randy: Shut up.