The Lord of Legends called out across the heavens to all steeped in the arts of combat for a battle of wits and arms. Six heroes strapped with weapons and fine armor came to call, each hoping to earn their place in the constellations of this great galaxy.

Gripping their weapons tightly they all stood in a tense circle, awaiting word from Kastellyn. Nuekar, Vhloughvang, Eulinda, Phryxal and Falorien all together...Nhaarpos apparently would have been gripping his weapon tightly had he been able to find the site of the competition.

As I was saying, gripping their weapons tightly the rules were announced. What you wear right now, will be yours when the final bell tolls. Other than that, there are no rules. FIGHT!

Death rattles, screams, and whimpers echoed through the arena. The metallic smell of mixed blood, and the gasping breaths of the fallen. Magnificent!

A wayward dark-elf who fancied himself quite the trickster was there to cause trouble and flaunt a gem in the faces of those would-be heroes until finally he was felled, poor chap, and his bauble taken.

Nuekar the Courageous Gnome Battlerager was named the victor as he was the last warrior standing. Although it had to be verified since the corpses were piled up higher than his stubby little head.

My personal spy in the employ of the Lord of Legends assures me that these sorts of challenges will be more frequent, and of course increasingly dangerous.

I can't wait.

Yours,
-PP