Preludium to Duel.
Kalanyr said:
OOC - Rikandur, you didn't need the assurance I'd already accepted I'm just noting what I find distasteful. The duel is most definitely on.
IC -
Faerinaal just stares at the Imp and sighs
"Believe as you will deviling. "
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Morwel gestures and a thinblade flies to her hand, from somewhere in the court, and she reaches out and grasps the Sendings hand.
OOC: Och, I know ... but in case that You might feel slighted I would like to know how You imagine Morwel in mortal shape. I'm betting my left ear that it is shocking sensation to her. Iuz ... remember mortality well enough. And I'm writing Iuz's personality along with tips of his battle strategies and schemes concerning Morwel so You could write Your part of "mixed" action satisfingly for both of Us. How do You imagine this duel ? Full of pathos, like old battles between Light and Darkness. Or like huge mistake made by two, not so different, persons ?
And, maybe, we should wait for
finish for players interested in interfering, and
Serpenteye.
Acha, DM, Iuz weakens himself to equal Morwel in PL's if he gained more than 0,1 over her. Ok ? This divine power goes to Gallador, temporarily making him Deity. He could easily guess from who it comes. Mostly Evil power, so he wouldn't go mad.
Anyways returning to "reality".
IC:
TEC Summit.
Imp gazed on Faerinnal and yelled on servant, demanding bottle of foul orcish vodka.
"Let it be ... we are both very nervous about those we held dear. I propose to drink."
Dorakaa, Circus's arena.
"Welcome. This is how to be just flesh to be grinded, remeber it well."
Spoke Iuz to Morwel, when weight of mortality fell on Queen's shoulders. Old One ? Yes it was him who take her here. Crude, dirty and filled with stench of blood. Awful place ...
"We have some time ... so prepare Yourself ... and put on some clothes, children will watch."
Iuz walked avay and instead of him come scarred hobgoblin, who eyed Morwel like piece of meat at butchery, not like woman, and spoke in his guttural voice.
"Old One wishes that his people see his triumph. Crowd is assembling ... You have time to prepare Yourself. Do You ever fought on arena ? You have good body, for an elf ... fine muscles, well devolped ... but do You have any experience ? I could give You few tips."
He looked on elven blade in her grasp, smiled to himself and gestured toward the rack filled with all manner of weaponry.
"Maybe You would consider ... heavier weapon ? This needle won't pierce demon's hide without magic. And You should take some dagger or two ... Demons use their fangs and nails often ... and Yours are much less useful."
He presented her with ugly dagger, sharpened freshly with barbed edge. Seeing her gaze hobgoblin smirked.
"Try to move it in the wound, crowd loves big bloodshed. And when one is screaming loudly."