Psybo, the psionic brachiosaurus, works his way to the middle of the arena and telepathically broadcasts to the audience.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and genderless creatures! Welcome to our first quarterfinal match of the CR .5 edition of the Tournament of Champions! This match features the best of the Chaotic Good forces against the best of the Lawful Evil forces.”
Making his way into the arena and starting at position 115N115E, this combatant measures 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 90 pounds. He has a record of one win, one loss, and zero draws in the main battle, losing to Neutral’s powerful neanderthal! He hails from the distant land of Elfquest on the Prime Material plane, where his tribe is closely allied with wolves. He is currently raising a wolf puppy, who he hopes will mature into a ranger’s animal companion. Representing the forces of Chaotic Good, please welcome the wild elf Beeeeeeeeeeeearclaaaaaaaaaw!”
Bearclaw enters to the wild cheers of the Chaotic Good faction of the audience. He wears his brown hair in a topknot and a necklace with three bear claws in it. Wearing studded leather armor and a light shield strapped to his back, he readies his longbow while his sword Two-Edge stays sheathed at his side.
“Now making his way into the arena and starting at position 0N0E, this combatant measures 2 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 32 pounds. He is winless in the main battle, with a record of zero wins, one loss, and zero draws. In his only loss, he was forced to fight the agile asherati, where he was surprised by his Neutral opponent‘s two weapon fighting style. He is the self-proclaimed Valet from Hell, Defeater of the Saxons, and Sovereign of all Engleberry! Representing the forces of Lawful Evil, please welcome the wispling Weeeeeeeeeeesley!”
The polite applause of the Lawful Evil faction welcome Wesley the Wispling as he enters. Resplendent with his flaming red hair, hellish red cloak, and a fiendishly fabulous yellow tunic under some elf-leather armor, he looks every bit the well adorned tyrant. A light wooden shield is strapped to his back and his short sword is sheathed. His light crossbow is loaded and ready in his tiny hands.
Psybo communicates telepathically to the two combatants. “OK you two, let’s have a fair fight. No unauthorized use of poison, and no wimpy running out of the arena. The Lawful Evil representative will choose whether Bearclaw or Wesley will have the initiative in the first round.”
Psybo waits for the directive from the Lawful Evil commander.