|
The Games of Saberhaven
|
The crowd waits in hushed antisipation for the one that has been murmured
about so frequently in the last days. Word has it that another
humanoid/dragon breed has come to town, this one assumably of the red type. As the doors open the all too evil wild elf named Woody, faithful of Mephisopheles, steps confidently into the Arena. Vetran of numerous battles, Woody thought he'd take a chance at this much spoken about newcomer, since his recent defeat in the tournament, and a bit of time to kill in Saberhaven City. The opposite doors swing open and the red-hued scaled humanoid flies into the Arena, his small wings slowly beating. As the elf charges, the draco-man suddenly blends into the surrounding walls. Woody stops. Though not afeared, he's careful with an unseen opponent. His red chainmail, reportedly taken off the avatar of the orcish god Ilneval, shines brightly as does the matching sword, the sword which causes death to all who touch it. A breeze gently floats by and the crowd waits on the edge of their seats. A medusa appears behind the elf a dozen feet and throws a dagger. The dagger smacks the elf, causing his to turn around. Screams come from the audience trying to not look at the stoning gaze of the snake haired beast. Woody turns to stone. The red chain mail of Ilneval follows. The Sword of Ilneval does as well. The Red Dragon Man reverts to his normal state, more victorious than he'll know this day, taking out a fierce competitor and two artifacts to boot.
[ Atlas ][
Mythology ][
Bestiary ][
Faiths ][
Kalendarium ][
Credits ]
|