Saint Glannen Balbur finds himself within the Warmaster's Ford while Sir Tasaire fights for his life against
the two wicked Warsmaters; Berston the Black Warlord and Decimus the Carver of Flesh. Showing no fear
against the two, Saint Glannen flips the visor to his helmet shut and faces the beasts!
Glannen is using:
(Glowing) a magical sparkler
an ornate copper ring
an ornate copper ring
a teeth necklace
(Glowing) a plated steel neckguard adorned with a sage bead
(Glowing) a monk's cowl
a werewolf's tooth
an "I love Rheydin Rubble" t-shirt
(Glowing) (Humming) some shark-skinned sleeves
(Glowing) a pair of lethal leather gloves
a Culet of Obsidian Leaves adorned with a muddy bauble
a pair of black-steel boots
(Glowing) (Humming) a garb of an assassin
a bronze girdle
(Glowing) (Humming) champion's cufflinks
(Glowing) (Humming) champion's cufflinks
an emerald sword
a lion's paw
a gardner's mask
(Humming) a Warped Skull
(100) some lead pellets
(Glowing) a winged lightning dragon
Berston is using:
(Glowing) (Humming) the War Banner of Ralardia
a hollowed fingerbone
(Glowing) the Fang of a Manticore
(Humming) a Reaver's necklace
(Glowing) (Humming) a snarling skull pendant
a spiked helm
the Eye of Manticore
(Humming) a suit of armor fashioned in the form of ice
(Glowing) (Humming) the blemished Bracer of Serpents adorned with a black
sapphire
(Glowing) a pair of galebinder mitts
Soulreaver's shadow
(Glowing) (Humming) some spider-climbing slippers
(Glowing) (Humming) a Major Globe of Invulnerability
(Humming) a chain linked belt
(Glowing) (Humming) champion's cufflinks
(Glowing) (Humming) a bracelet of eternal lies
(Glowing) (Humming) a Flail of Gasteride
the Monorod
a combat visor
A vicious black wheel
(100) (Glowing) barbed bone arrows
(Glowing) a winged earth dragon
Saint Glannen is outmatched in every way.. Despite this disadvantage, he continues to run in
to face the darkness!
Hope Glannen: 'I'll take him down!' <-- Making sure my allies know who I'm fighting.
You yell 'RAAAAA!'
Decimus looks at Berston.
Berston looks at Decimus. <-- Confusion in the ranks. Perfect!
Glannen stares down the two Warmasters, ' Which one's getting it first?!
Berston laughs at you mercilessly. Hmmmmph.
Decimus points excitedly at Berston!
Berston pats you on your head.
Glannen nods, ' You're next Decimus! <-- Don't go anywhere.
Berston says 'Run along little hopeful.'
Berston says 'Come back when you're a real challenge'
Decimus chuckles politely.
Glannen prepares similar to a bull and charges headlong at Berston, sword forward, ' Aaah!
Berston flexes his muscles...what a stud!?!
Decimus looks at Berston.
Glannen ends up at Berston's ankle, hacking furiously!
You say 'Take this..'
Glannen chops swiftly at a toe! <-- Everyone hates a stubbed toe!
You say 'And THAT!'
Berston drops into a combat stance. <-- Ahh! Finally realized you had to prepare, huh?!
Sir Tasaire joins the fray and follows the courageous and valiant warrior, Saint Glannen into combat!
You say 'Hah!'
Hope Glannen: 'NO!'
The two Warmaster sit at the altar of the Warmaster Fortress, afraid to make entry into the Cove for fear of amputation at the shin.
You yell 'Get out here!'
You yell 'So I may chopeth thee down!'
Berston enters and prepares to face certain death, but before he does he decides to brag about a recent victory.
Berston says 'One less mage to worry about eh'
You say 'Which one's getting it?'
You say 'Heck!'
You say 'If Tasaire fought you both, then I will too..'
You yell 'HEY!'
You yell 'Stop ignoring me!'
Hope Glannen: 'Are you okay, Sir?'
Hope Tasaire: 'I will be fine.'
Berston says 'Why dont you go practice fighting on things your size, then come back when you're
ready'
Glannen points the sword right at Berston, the effort straining his arm, ' No one reaches the peak
of the mountain by starting at a hill.
Berston says 'You also cant fly to the top'
Berston pats you on your head.
Berston says 'You need a lot of small steps'
Glannen swings his sword at the hand. <-- Stop patting me!
You say 'Yah!'
Berston wakes and stands up.
You say 'Recovered enough yet?'
Glannen drops into his best fighting stance, ' Let's do this..
Berston yawns.
Berston switches into a slightly different stance. <-- Good.. Prepare yourself, villain!
Glannen slowly slides the visor of his helmet down across his face..
You say 'CHARGE!'
Berston seems to measure you up and consider your size.
Berston says 'As much as I have urge to step on you...I prefer a more fair fight.'
Glannen takes off at full sprint towards Berston, his tiny sword flailing pathetically!
Glannen upon reaching Berston's leg, he starts his vicious onslaught once again!
Berston rolls his eyes, disgusted.
First the shin, then toe, Glannen works over his opponent without mercy!
Berston says 'A little higher, I have an itch you can scratch for me.'
Berston says 'Of you can reach...'
Glannen swings downward into the toe, ' Take.. ' then suddenly to the ankle, ' That!
You say 'Haha!'
You say 'Didn't know I knew that move did you?' <-- Gotta stop bragging. I'm clearly winning, just close it up!
Berston says 'Careful, you might tire yourself out'
Glannen executes a nimble spin move and a mock hurdle, ' Missed! Haha! <-- Berston tries to execute a wicked Troll Scourge form, but Saint Glannen dodges!
You say 'Thrust!'
Glannen jabs the pointed sword into the meat of Berston's calf. Doing.. absolutely nothing..
You say 'Almost broke the skin!'
You say 'Little.. more..'
Glannen strains to put all his puny weight into the sword..
Berston seems to be taking great care to look everywhere at once.
Struggling to break the skin, the dirt beneath Glannen's stuffed feet slides back.. He's making no
progress..
Glannen slowly slides down Berston's calf, exhausted.. <-- Saint Glannen finds himself exhausted from the earlier battles of the day...
Facing the ground, Glannen lifts a stuffed paw, ' Just.. a minute.. <-- Time out.
Glannen points to his chest, ' I'm burnin'...
You say 'Whew..'
Glannen drops the sword, both hands on his knees, he gasps for air..
Berston spreads open a tactical map of Khorandain.
You say 'How the hell.. do these guys wear this armor.. Sweet turnips..'
Berston has placed a deathmark on Tasaire!
You say 'Ahh.. running scared, huh?'
You say 'Go on.. before I get the energy to mount.. another offensive...'
Berston scans all around.
Glannen picks up his sword and slides it into his sheath..
You say 'Don't make me come back..'
Berston says 'I wouldnt dream of it' <-- Damn right.
Saint Glannen Balbur exits the Cove and back into the Ford. Victorious.
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