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The Games of Saberhaven
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The crowd cheers as six Grey Elves fly into the Arena upon
winged boots. The elves are known as Orellwyn: Archer Grandmaster of the Realm and possibly the best Archer alive, contested only by the evil Elf Archer Grandmaster, Archie. The images hold their
bows up high as the crowd cheers even more for one of their favorite
competitors. Next enters the infamous Flag who is a Dark Elf Mage also known for his fighting prowess. He is surrounded by the familiar glow of a fire shield which only hints at the other protective magics protecting him. Stories float about that Flag turned his last opponent to stone, while Orellwyn made the ground swallow his opponent whole. The crowd awaits to see what happens in this battle. This looks to be a great matchup, as two natural born enemies face off, with the odds favoring the Dark Elf. The images quickly release three arrows followed in another quick session by three more, and the crowd cheers at the display of the display as altogether 36 arrows are released from the images. The arrows fly straight towards the Dark Elf, yet they bounce right off the skin of the Arch Mage. Flag laughs at the Archer and the Arch Mage takes out a wand and points it at the Grey Elf. Suddenly huge hail stones start pounding down from the sky, striking the elf and causing him to lose his balance. The images disappear among the hail stones leaving a lone figure. With the advantage now in Flag's favor he points his hand at the elf and a huge ball of lightning heads straight for the off-balanced grey elf. Orellwyn tries to dodge the incoming danger, but is still struck in the side and suffers a hard impact. Orellwyn regains his balance and once again release six arrows at his opponent who is now only about 50 yards away. Flag smiles at the incoming barrage and once again laughs as they strike his stoneskin and bounce harmlessly off. Flag's eyes close as he concentrates on the casting of a spell. Orellwyn seeing his advantage quickly takes out a Javelin from one of his two magical quivers, he flies forward and hurls it at the Arch Mage. The javelin strikes Flag in the chest and his eyes widen as he his thrown back from the blast of a lightning bolt. Orellwyn presses his attack by releasing six more arrows at the downed Dark Elf. Two arrows fly wide, as the other four pierce the armor of the Drow. The Dark Elf, angered by the injury, quickly gets up and charges the flying elf, launches a dagger at Orellwyn striking him in the leg, then uses his natural levitate ability and arises to the equal height of the Grey Elf. "Now we are on equal terms, coward," spits Flag. "You still will not defeat me," Orellwyn states as he takes two long swords out of his magical quivers and presses his attack. Wielding both weapons he attacks twice and manages a slash to the Dark elf arm. The Dark Elf laughs, "Is that all you can do, you weakling?" and menancingly attacks with his long and short sword connecting three times. The Dark Elf, who is showing himself the quicker of the two, moves in once again, pressing his attacks against the weaker Grey Elf. Flag wields his two weapons like a true Master and hits four times in quick succession. The Grey Elf staggers back from the assault being driven into him by the Dark Elf. Knowing that he does not have long. He takes one last gamble and draws his bow along with a special arrow. He lets loose the arrow and it strikes the Dark Elf in the chest. Flag looks back with a smile. "What do you think your little arrow could kill me?" Then the smile fades as the life drains from his very being....then his body falls limply to the ground. The crowd cheers at the stunning victory. Orellwyn bows to the crowd and he exits the arena as the priests come to take the Arch Mage's body to be revived back to life.
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