WHISPER VS. RANNOS THE FATHERLESS
The noise of the crowd assails Torgal's ears as he stands upon his balcony overlooking the assembled people. Lifting the fluted wine glass to his lips he takes a small sip of the red liquid. The corners of his mouth turn-up in mild disgust before he sends the glass sailing into the arena below. A few people in the crowd notice and slowly silence ripples through the crowd.

"Greetings Ladies and Gentlemen! Tonight we have a crowd favorite… or at least someone who isn't despised. Rannos!" The crowd erupts into cheers indicating more than a few people present are avid supporters and fans of the outcast dwarf. "His opponent, for your bloodthirsty entertainment is the wizard Whisper! He may have a poor record but he is proving that he is still no measly kobold that gets kicked around!" This time fewer cheers are heard but they are every bit as ferocious as those of the Rannos camp. "Well shall we begin?" Torgal backs away and sits in his chair as the crowd, hungering for violent entertainment, surges to the rails of the Pit to watch the combatants enter.

The gates swing slowly open and Rannos steps into the torch-lit arena first. His eyes scan the crowd and a slight, almost imperceptible smile crosses his face. He gives a slight nod to a grouping of dwarven fans before his blank expression takes over and he positions himself on his mark. Whisper strides into the arena to the cheers of his loyal fans. He quickly takes his start position and reaches inside his cloak. The silent command is given from the balcony above.

Whisper acts first and quickly pulls something from his cloak. Before anyone can see what it is he is shrouded in darkness. Rannos begins mutter the words to his arcane magic and his hands are suffused with a soft blue glow. His eyes scan the area around the globe of darkness that marks where Whisper was. Rannos slowly lifts his arms and closes his eyes, softly speaking a few words. The blue glow surrounding his hands pulse as Rannos seeks out his target. Without warning he turns slightly to the left and one of two runes on his forehead flashes. A jet of water streams from his hands and pours across the arena and slams into an unseen object. The stream of water meets momentary resistance before continuing its path and splashing against the stone wall of the pit.

The motionless form of the wizard Whisper slowly fades into view. His cloak is soaked and in tatters, his hair wet and disheveled while bruises all over his body quickly begin to form. The pit clerics quickly enter the arena to attend to the badly battered combatant. Rannos briefly looks at his hands in a moment of amazement before turning and stepping back into the entrance tunnel.

Seems I'm going to owe some money to Gremag, Torgal muses to himself.

FIGHT STATISTICS
Winner: Rannos 225gp 1200xp
Loser: Whisper 154gp 600xp
DM: Torgal    
Length: 12sec    
Season: 1    
Week: 9    

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