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Post by Crimson on Jan 27, 2006 19:52:15 GMT -5
Either person can post first.
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Viktor Delacro
Warrior 
Footman[M:0]
The Mailed Fist of Tiamat
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Post by Viktor Delacro on Feb 3, 2006 15:38:07 GMT -5
This tournament had been dragging on him. His valuable time had been getting wasted on subpar opponents, and the Judges had earned his eternal ire. His sword arm was limber, but bored, and his next opponent didn't look any better.
Today's arena was little more interesting then the rest. It was reminiscent of the highlands on the northern shore, It slope upward toward the east side of the arena and was craggy and rocky. The grass was long and unkempt and there was a bluff through the middle, a deep crevasse that wasn't wide, but long. His looked up the hill to his opponent, he had started on the northern side, halfway up the slope.
Let's get this over with, thought Vik.
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Post by Crimson on Feb 6, 2006 18:31:01 GMT -5
With three days and no opponent, Viktor is the winner!
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