The Games of Saberhaven
Imyril Vrinn vs. Saben
The well dressed, beautiful priestess of Eilistraee dances into the Arena, long silver hair streaming behind her, a happy smile on her face. On each hip she carries a longsword as well as a pouch, her blue clothes seemed well pressed, not battled weathered.
Her mysterious opponent is a being known as an Incantifer. From what she's found out, this is an extra-dimensional race which has melded with magic itself, but at the cost of his sanity. Not worried, the drow woman gracefully cartwheel towards the decrepit, silver eyed man.
Saben lifts into the air with his winged boots, a wand in eah hand,s everal more strapped like daggers to his chest. Finishing her acrobatics, Imyril looks up, the airwalks towards the wild mage. The band begins playing a calvary charge.
She breaks into a spontaneous sword dance, quite a show actually, then stops about 40 feet from Saben. The old man smiles at the beauty then fires a blast at her from a wand. The drow resist the effects and then disappears.
She appears five feet behind the Incantifer, both suddenly silenced. Imyril makes eye contact with the Incantifer, winks at him then attacks him with no further notice. The band begins to play the ancient war ballad of good versus evil, "The Battle of Two Creeks".
Imyril strikes out with both swords, both cracking into the skin of the old man as if hitting stone. She notices a strange shimmering aura of dancing colors around him, like she's never seen before.
As she makes her next swing, the left handed wand fires, knocking the Incantifer back as step, but then shrinking him down to 5" tall. Undaunted, Imyril continues to swing at the minute mage. He manages to hit five more times, but the little bugger is still appearantly made of stone!
The minitaure wizard fires his right hand wand again. Imyril resists the magic and continues to hack at the small man. She swings and misses, but manages to land two more shots. Thinking she's busted through finally, she swings wildly, with the tiny face of the Incantifer contorting as if her were going to be skewered.
Two more misses, then finally she lands another shot. Her sword smacks again as if it hitting stone. Twice more she hits; still stone. She thinks his stoneskin must've run out by now, and can't figure out how he'd get another one up so quickly in the middle of combat.
The dark elf pauses for a second, quizzically cocks her head to one side, smiles and breaks off into a spontaneous dance, circling the lil' mage.
The small mage focuses a wand tiny wand at her as she dances, suddenly pelting her with dozens of full sized gems.
As she dances, she kicks out at the Incantifer, striking him once - with some pain at the small one's stone protections still. She abandons her second attack and danced to his current location, blinking to him at the end of the round.
Saben fires another wand shot at the dancing dark elf. She resists and reaches down and grabs the little man, holding him tight in her hand.
Now that she's got the little creep, she disarms him by snagging his wands, one by one, and tossing them on the ground. When he is unarmed, Imyril proceeds to his door, opens it, and tosses him out of the Arena, slamming the door behind him. She turns to the audience, curtsies, and while the band plays a victory march, she dances out of the Arena herself.
Before she's half way across the field, the door reopens and back comes the little man, firing another wand a her, holding wands in each hand. Fire shoots forth from the wand, but the dark elf resists again.
Tough little bugger, she thinks.
Her victory march slowly dwindles into a confused pile of notes as her band notices the little mage. Imyril glances back at the mage, shakes her head, smiles, and air walks to the judges, leaving her silenced bracelet on the arena floor 20' away. When she reaches the edge of the Arena she loudly asks, "I believe I have defeated this mage since I threw him out of the Arena. He was quite helpless, I assure you. Silenced, held, and disarmed as well. If I had sent him to another plane, he would have lost since he had left the Arena, and been unable to continue. Since you must enter the Arena to fight, if you leave it you must have lost. Please give me a ruling before I am forced to finish off this little mage. I see no need to shed his blood today."
The judges frown and the center one says, "Do not ever assume you won until you are announced the winner, foolish woman. Had you sent him to another plane and he had no means of returning, you would have won. However, in your moment of victory, you chose to throw him through a door. We might have rules you way had you continues to hold him and asked for judges ruling, but you didn't. And as far as being 'outside' the Arena, there are no rules such as that. Until the person cannot fight back is the rule. If you teleport him to the street, could he not teleport himself back in? And your opponent is a powerful mage, and thusly recieves much latitude for escaping dire situations, since powerful magics are often known to counter 'sure win' situations."
Meanwhile, the small mage flies towards the dark elf and casts a spell towards her. Though the spell is not turned, she resists its effects.
A nearly indignant Imyril looks at the center judge and says, "Woman I am, foolish I am definitely not. No foolish drow survives for long. I see a world of trouble starting here for you judges today. I hope you enjoy it."
That having been said, Imyril shakes her head, smiles to the crowd, walks twenty feet, picks something from the arena floor and charges at the little mage. Her poor confused band just sits there, not knowing what to think.
Before she closes on Saben he manages to cast another spell, which she resists.
Imyril flashes a wink to the little mage, dances over to him and quickly reaches down to grab him again. He dodges away, twisting out of her grasp. Pointing one of his wands at her, he fires a scorching beam of heat at her, heating up her bracers and swords but then being absorbed by her magical fire protections.
Imyril emerges again unharmed from yet another fruitless attack by the little mage, dripping with moisture and smiling her beautiful smile. It almost looks as if she had just emerged from a restful shower. She again reaches down and attempts to grab the cute old mage doll.
The tiny mage summons a great column of flame down on the dark elf. She again resists the effects. She reaches out and grabs him with a snap of her wrist and holds him tight.
Having regained control of her opponent, Imyril quickly disarms him, and then proceeds to strip the little man naked. Having accomplished this she heads to her door, pulls it open, and leaves the arena. After a moment, she reemerges onto the battlefield with the mage in one hand and a bucket in the other. Careful observation determines that her bucket, unlike Dalkar's bucket of rocks, is full of water.
Moving to a point close to the judges, she sets the bucket down and takes a seat next to it. Once seated, she promptly splashes her little friend under the water and holds him there. Her lips move as if she were counting. After what feels like an eternity, she pulls him from the water and silently asks him if he wishes to surrender.
He gurgles silently what seem to be "Uncle" and the judges declare the winner.
Imyril waits until he is dressed and then casts dispel magic on him to return him to the correct size. Imyril then bows to her opponent, thanks him for a very interesting bout and asks him if he would join her for dinner, her treat, tonight at the restaurant of his choice.
The old man grumbles no and limps off the field.
She again thanks him for the challenge, curtsies to him and then to the crowd, and dances joyously out of the Arena.
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