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, and even then one of the challengers died of his wounds during the night.
Togg (Kurt Montandon) is dead. He was a Meyern and Mage Hassan the Dreadfather. He was also a Shield of Fener.
Slowly, very slowly, the Taken push the colourful smears away. The Rebel is trying, but they can't stand against the combined forces of most of the Taken.
They try an assault as long as the Taken are occupied, but we hold. We hold.
Aparal Forge is dead. He was town and a Female Rebel.
The lights flicker for a few seconds, and darkness falls.
Very shortly, the emergency lights illuminate the scene. The source of the short circuit is easy to spot, as one of the robots is now half-melted, with smoke coming out of what would be his ears if he had any
Ghennan (Obdigore) is dead. She was a Meyern and the Forcer.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 18 April 2013 - 01:36 PM
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.