The sun has approached mid day. The air is dry and the heat could melt ice in under two minutes. Yet thousands are still gathering into the stadium. An arena if you will set for warriors with great power to do battle. The people have gotten their food, their drinks and are making their way to their seats. the short bizarre announcer makes his way to his station. His voice captures the audience almost immediately.
" Welcome one and all to yet another round for our tournament. Today we will see if death can be defied or if the ancient third path will prevail again. "
"Join me in welcoming our first warrior, who is returning for yet another round. He was successful in defeating the golem the was Nicol Bolas and now looks for another win. " Feldon the Third Path please come on out!" Some of the crowd start to cheer and others are sent into a panic. Just the mention of the ancient dragon's name can send fear to many a person's heart.
The old man limps out of the tunnel. His old cloak still covering most of him and covered in dust. The wind kicks up and makes a small dust storm only adding to his collection. If anyone didn't know better, you would swear up and down that this old man has no chance against anything. His appearance is just an illusion that seems to work in his favor. As he takes his place, the crowd thunders to life welcoming this old man anxious to see what he might do this time.
" Wow what an applause for this warrior of an ancient way. Alright folks its time to welcome the next warrior, please welcome Varolz, the Scar-Striped!" Booms the announcer's voice over the roaring crowd.
From the darkest places in the tunnels comes a hoard of undead. Each with skin just hanging off the bone and even some with hardly any skin at all. A horrifying sight which has many parents covering their child's eyes. Then from behind the hoard, he makes his presence known. A very large troll like warrior comes towering out of the tunnels and takes his place.
" Well that was certainly an entrance to out do many of the previous ones. Yes well uhm warriors take your place....CLASH!!!"
Both warriors make their first moves. Varolz is the first with a threat ready sending out his Glistener Elf and Feldon forced to make a comeback sending out his Epochrasite. Feldon follows up his latest move putting forth his Staff of the Flame Magus. His brow wrinkles showing not only his age but his great mind at work. The gears turning in his mind carefully planing a way to take down his recent new foe.
Varloz is unable to summon anything else other than his elf for the time being. Instead he sends his Shambling Shell straight to the grave and has a devilish smile on his face as he does so.
" Things are starting up slowly in this match it would seem. Looks like each one of our warriors today have separate strategies in place and only time will tell what they are. " The announce's excitement can hardly be contained. The crowd is just anxious to see what will be the big move and when might it happen.
The two just keep going back and forth. Each letting their long awaited plan begin to unfold. Till finally Feldon makes the move to speed this up some. His mana gathers and he begins to glow a brilliant red. Whipflare is unleashed killing the only defense Varolz had and now he is open for an attack. Feldon , his Epochrasite, and even the Opaline Unicorn charge in for damage.
Again nothing from Varolz and another attack from Feldon. Finally Varolz sees his opening. With the help from his spell Life from the Loam, he brings his mana up some and starts to get things rolling . Feldon holds off his next attack unsure what this bizarre troll could have up his cloak.
" Well now that you have had your fun my pet, let me show you some of my power. " Speaks Varolz in a crackling like whisper. So softly spoken that chills are sent down everyone's spine who is in ear shot. He smiles a yellow smile and summons from the depths of the earth the Splinterfright. His power alone dwarfs all of the creatures that Feldon has combined and then some.
" Wow that is one sure fire way to turn things around folks. That Splinterfright is one big monster and is skin crawling all the same. " Booms the announcer.
Both warriors continue where they left off before, in a stalemate. Each unwilling to risk more than necessary to win the match. Nyx Weaver comes out for Varolz ready to feed on Feldon and his army. Feldon is still calculating his moves, the gears still turning in his mind. Varolz continues his ramping army sending out his Stinkweed Imp and lumbering over Feldon ready to send in this flyer next round.
Feldon has no choice now. He channels up his mana and sends out the spell Anger of the Gods to clear the field of everything but the fright. Feldon comes back to the battle field ready to defend himself from this nightmare like creature. His old face shows a hint of worry as he is unsure what he can do if anything to stop what is going to happen in just a short time.
Varolz now makes his stand next to his might creature of death. Another yellow teeth bearing smile forms on his face, he knows something the rest of us don't. Feldon again is unable to come up with an answer to his fast approaching doom . Varolz uses his power to remove scavage some members of his fallen creatures. Both himself and now his Splinterfright are truly monsters from a nightmare.
" Everyone if Feldon's nightmare wasn't bad enough it just got worse. I am unsure how he can ever hope to pull off a victory here. Facing one strong monster from the grave is hard enough, but two is a handful for anyone. " Even the announcer can't hide his worry. The crowd is now on the edge of their seats. The kind of match they were hoping for has finally arrived. It is almost time for the climatic end of this battle and there can only be one victor.
After that last attack by Varolz, Feldon has been left defenseless. His only hope to stall for more time is to use his dragon. Tyrant's Familiar comes forth in a whirlwind of fire. The dragon stands tall, proud and eager to battle. Varolz is unmoved and simply gears up to end this meaningless battle. With another surge of mana, he casts his spell. Putrefy takes down the dragon clearing the path for him and his Splinterfright. Both of them ready to charge as Varolz equips himself with the Grafted Exoskeleton. Both charge in and deal a final blow to Feldon.
" Feldon has now been defeated ladies and gentlemen.Who would have for seen such a turn in the battle like that?I know I never would have thought the warrior troll of death was going to be the victor after how things started playing out. " Everyone is shocked and all are silent. Varolz has beaten Feldon in a massive and surprising upset. The announcer's voice has even gone silent and less thunderous than normal.
Varolz simply turns and takes his hoard of undead with him. Some even go forth and claim the corpse of Feldon's dragon as a prize for their master. All of the returning to the shadows that they came from.
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