Naralian tourney 1/4 finals 1st leg
A storm can be seen forming above Lavant. The civilians are running for cover away from the rain that they sense is about to hit them.15 Figures leave the Scrolls HQ. They are all wearing black cloaks bearing a crossed swords motif. A few of the figures seem to be in a trance as if somehow hypnotised. They are being lead by a tall female elf. The group continue to journey purposefully towards the arena somewhat detached from the anarchic scene that continues around them.
A darkness fills the sky and one of the group stops for a second and looks up towards the sky. "You alright Thaema?" Shouts a dwarf. The elf holds out her hand expecting rain to land upon it. With a snigger she turns to the dwarf and smirks "I think there's something brewing tonight boys" She pauses and an intensity as strong as the weather around her fills her face. "It is time to teach these bay boys a thing or two" The other members of the group can be heard sniggering at her comment. They reach the doors to the arena, draw their weapons and walk inside.
Thaema is standing within the arena surrounded by her comrades. The storm seems to calm down for a second. Directly opposite where she is stood a large gate slowly opens. Wamphyri walks out unsure ofwhat they will find. Thaema looks up and listens as if hearing the weather itself. "Yes my mistress, they shall be taught of natures fury" with that the two groups line up against each other. They are all working themselves into a fury for the battle ahead. The groups are about to commence the battle when thaema raises her hand and stops whispered dream in their tracks. She turns towards Shaitan and speaks aloud "You will remember this day. today is the day that everyone learns that nature is not to be underestimated" holding up her hand the storm bursts into life. An intense rain starts to fall and the wind picks up to an almost unbelievable speed. As if they were inside a tornado itself. the wind picks up the piles of sand that litter the arena and blows it towards wamphyri. In reflex the group shield their eyes. taking that as her cue Thaema orders whispered dream to charge.
VA 1698 -- The challenge was accepted; the crowd roared asWhispered Dreamand Wamphyri commenced battle.
The Idiotic One did away with Mortis 1-0 WD
One-eyed The Purple brought death to Karl The Krag 2-0 WD
The Nutcase did away with Shaitan the Unborn 3-0 WD
Groush Blackbeard killed Sparkx 3-1 WD
Deathwalker slew Raith Firestorm 3-2 WD
Dronan massacred Shaithis. 4-2 WD
The crowd saluted the victors, Whispered Dream.
Suddenly the storm dissipates and the arena is once again left in silence. Thaema approaches the body of Shaitan and salutes. "until next time honourable warrior"
