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outside past the door yelling "The tournament is about
to start!". I raised my eyebrow as I was chewing my food
and looked over at the barkeep whose name was Daigis. He
laughed and said, "You look like a warrior maybe you
should go over there. Your always talking about how you
need to make some money. I heard if you win you get these
trophies that you can sell for a lot of gold."
To which I replied, "Haha what makes you think I'm a
warrior?"
"Oh I don't know maybe because you always got
blood on you somewhere."
I looked down and noticed a deep cut on my forearm. I looked
away and said, "Yeah I guess so."
He walked over to me and gave me a couple bandeges and
some cleaning oils.
"You'll never know if you don't try."
I shrugged and dropped some coins on the table and left.
I then followed this crazyed lunatic by the name of
Pristiq. He was dressed in very flamboyent colors and
looked as if he were the village idiot. I kept my distance
and followed him behind the stores but enough so I could
see which direction he was heading.
I then came to a large open set of four arenas. I saw
many warriors and mages conversing and laughing. Most
of them were placing bets on who was the better fighter, I
also noticed there were hired healers to ressurect the
defeated. Some guy walked up to me and said.
"Ha this is no place for a woman!"
I stared deep into his soul and he stopped smiling, I
then slowly moved my hand to the handle of my blade. He
turned around and walked away hesitantly. I noticed some
mages noticed what had transpired and were laughing amongst
themselves. I didn't even want to be here anymore but I
remembered what the barkeep said, I did need the gold after
all.
I walked up to the tournament master and put my name down
on the list.
"Hey there young lady wait a minute, Drex check this."
A huge man walked over to me and acted as if he was going
to pat me down. I said
"Touch me and I'll cut off your legs and you wont be so big
anymore."
He then frowned and said "Why are you so mean to me, what
me do?"
The tournament master laughed and asked if my weapon was
imbued with magik. I said yes and your point?
"The tournament rules state that you are not allowed
to use any magic items whatsoever. We have used weaponry
over there in the corner.
Well to say the least the armory was the saddest excuse for
an alternative I have ever heard. There were even weapons
with peoples names crafted into them, to advertise their
business. I had a very poor selection to choose from but
finally made a choice.
My round had started and I was up against a mage. I was
repeatedly poisoned so therefore is negated most of my
healing capabilities. I also found out I could not even use
potions to aid me in battle. And I kept on missing over
and over again, it felt as if my blade weighed more on
one side which threw me off. Obviously was poorly crafted
but I had to manage the best I could. I started to spill
some blood but was soon blased by a series of offensive
magikal attacks. My last resort was to attempt to cast a
cure spell upon myself which I failed to do so miserably. In
my last dying effort I charged full on and tried to disrupt
the spells but was defeated by one last energy bolt.
I was embarassed from losing the battle so quickly and
decided to just get really drunk. I ended up having a good
time though as I watched an enemy of mine Bigoud get
devestated by a mage that I have come to respect. I
remember my duel with Fwerp well and even though it was
a draw I shall never underestimate his power.
a mage that I have come to respect.
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in his face and left the tournament. I decided then and there
I was not going to participate in any tournaments. To
many rules to many restrictions just a false sense of
victory people receive at these tournaments. Just not my
style at all, let them all have it and bicker amongst
themselves, I'll have no part of it. I am not one for
titles and trophies to be displayed on a shelf.
Some time after I saw an Order warrior and commenced
my attack.
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be me chasing this person and that is exactly what happened.
Our duel only lasted a few minutes and everytime I would
get him near death he somehow healed himself back to full
health. Our duel ended up at the west side of the West
Brittain Bank. It was then and there someone by the name
of Hemperor attacked me, a name I had never heard of or
seen.
Out of frusteration I asked, "Is there really no duels in
these lands?"
To which he yelled, "NO".
Then someone else by the name of KINGWONG appeared and they
both started to attack me. I decided to try and switch
targets on them to try and confuse their tactics. As they
had to alternate their heals. I knew the inevitable
paralyzing magic would come soon and I only had a few
trapped pouches to negate the spell. I am always short of
something in battle, just once I would like to remember
to equip myself with everything I need.
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