During the Battle Phase:
Nepeth regiments struck out from all strongholds, attempting to do the will of the Ambassador and bring the enemy of the Empire to a grisly end. For weeks, they sought and sought, but no trace was found. While several poets started sharp satirical poems, the Nepeth were unperturbed. They were just halfway the time they had designated in which they'd capture him, and few hiding places remained.
During the Dusk Phase:
Two men met on the Square of Camels for an agreed duel. One was armed in shimmering wards, the other, the challenger, in steel, sword in hand.
"Hello there. This will be interesting. I have always asked myself what would happen on a meeting like this," the challenged said, voice full of menace.
The other shrugged. "You'll find out." He lifted his sword in two hands, assumed a stance.
His opponent lowered a thin, slender staff, as long as himself, with a sharp crook in the lower end. "Bring it on."
"You brought a second?" The staff wielder made a gesture. A low, painful moan was heard, from somewhere in an ally.
"Good, but not good enough." The swordsman indicated a shadow nearby. Six arms bearing flanged sceptres flashed.
"Fancy," the staff wielder answered. "You ready?"
"Always."
They charged. avoiding the blow they tried to deal each other. In the shadows, their aides battled. Rain started to pour down. In a single pass, the man in wards cracked his staff against the helmet of the other man. He stumbled, went to one knee, and slashed. A crack appeared in the warded armor. The man in wards waved his hand. "Easily repaired. That all you can do?"
In response, the man in steel unsheated another double handed sword, and stood, two giant blades stretched out in a salute.
"That's more like it." A coil of lightning appeared from the left hand of the staff wielder. Once more, they charged, this time, all that was on their mind, was death.
I sent in the City Guard. Half a platoon died to seperate them, but both lived.
A duel to the death was fought in the Square of Camels. It was a tie.
As a result, both participants suffer all effects of the loser.
Both players were healed by The Khalif's Justice.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 30 November 2012 - 10:02 AM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.