Violese points toward the figure in the alley. "There!"
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Violese nods agreement.
Violese reads her letter, a brief glimpse of annoyance visible on her face (permitted only because no one is around to see it). Fah! I had best assist - the sooner they are recovered, the sooner the contest can continue. She prepares herself for travel and heads to the sign-up booth. As she goes, she remembers the elf combatant from the day before, and some small part of her wonders if she will wind up searching alongside him - or perhaps rescuing him...
The fights had been mildly entertaining to watch, although the melee casters duels were a little disappointing. Their tactics were all similar in their execution. Power up their weapon and stab, stab, stab. Usu had to admit that strategy could put down an opponent quickly, but over-reliance on that method would be their weakness and easily exploited.
Without a sound, the halfling fall and Violese is declared the winner.
Violese stands over her unconscious foe, raises her weapon in a brief salute, then lowers it again and leaves the ring. Her expression has not changed.
Violese reappears right behind the halfing, already thrusting out with her sword.
Violese grunts under the impact of whatever it was, but she is already chanting again as well. She disappears once more, far better than the shadows could hide her.
Violese flickers back into existence, shrouded in mystic shadows. Peering through them, she spies the darkened form of the halfling - or what she hopes is his form. In a rush, she leaps for him, shouting, "Dram sanya! Galar map!" as her rapier flicks out.
Rapier attack (1d20+26=46, damage 1d6+6=11, electricity 5d6=12)
Violese, your opponent does not seem surprised by your sudden disappearence. He says only one word, "Doshaw", and darkness enshroud a 20ft area around him.
Violese narrows her eyes slightly as the signal to begin is given. "Asca esgal," she murmurs, and disappears. Spoiler:
Violese's expression is equally disinterested - all her focus is on the combat itself, acknowledging the halfling only as motion and stillness. Her rapier rests easily in her hand, pointed at her foe.
Violese matches with undisguised appreciation as her fellow elf advances. For a moment, she considers... but no. The sword matters, nothing else does. Rising from the stands, she goes looking for a training space.
Violese looks around her quarters with only the briefest of examinations, dropping her travel pack somewhere handy, before leaving again to visit the colosseum. Her plan is to watch the Strength of Arcane matches this afternoon, as well as get a look at the format for the tournament as it is happening.
Violese raises her eyebrow at the list. "I... did not expect such enlightenment," the slim elf says. Her dark hair, falling in an untidy mess around her ears, seems ill-suited to a warrior, but she does not hesitate in selecting the martial competition. "Let those who tremble in their towers make pretty lights. I have more important things to focus my attention on." Quickly signing her name on the entrance registry, she sweeps away and into the competition grounds.
Let's do this!
Side note: The competition won't be combat only. Though you have the choice of which competition to be in of course, so you could be in the combat only portion. Magic combat that is. Of course this won't put the duskblade at a disadvantage, I wouldn't be that mean. I've made a special competition for those "melee casters"(my kind of casters! ;p). Violese raises one sharply slanted eyebrow. "Those who divide combat from magic divide magic from itself. Worry for my competitors, not me."
Duskblade all ready to go, I think, at least numberswise - see the profile. (That includes spells known, so no peeking!) |