The Games of Saberhaven
Palimon vs. The Warlord
        It is a beautiful day in Saberhaven, the sun is out, the weather warm and it looks like The Warlord has been dragged out into the Games again. The crowds have recently seen The Warlord been run over by all the new Arena people trying to forge a name for themselves. Today is no exception, as The Warlord has been challeneged by a rookie holiest of a the holy, a paladin turned priest.
        The crowd cheers as the names are announced and the competitors step forward. From one side comes the epitome of evil, The Warlord. Standing in his fur wraps and jewlery, he grins as he unsheathes his swords. The crowds wait for him to turn invisble and he obliges, vanishing with a slight shimmering. Coming in from the other side is the man who can preach your ears off, Palimon. He stands in magnificant plate mail with a bejewled war helm atop his head. In each hand is a beautiful sword which glow with incredible mystic might.
        The fight begins, The Warlord is nowhere to be found while Palimon stands with his swords in hand, swinging his head back and forth slowly, searching. Abruptly his short sword in hand strikes out like a snake, a ring on his hand flashes and suddenly a head flies up out of nowhere. A body abrupty materlizes at his feet, dressed in furs with a sword in each hand. He stands with a serine face, awaiting the judges, they stare at the body. Then they announce, "Palimon is the winner, he has marked in the records!" The crowd cheers for the rookie fighter, as he takes a graceful bow. He stretches his hand up toward the sun ans suddenly the light concentrates on him, bathing him in its glory. An armband flashes and he is gone.

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