Fight Conditions

Devlin studied the menacing shifter, ignoring the brute's attempt to intimidate him. He shifted his gaze towards Zonnos. The young Borormar lord was itching for a fight, his eyes gleamed with excitement and pleasure. He threw a mocking smirk back that the war wizard.

"Wrestling?"

A familiar voice echoed across the chamber. The word hung in the air as everyone turned to face the speaker.

"That's hardly a challenge fit for a spellslinger." The stranger continued as he tilted his head and blew smoke into the air.

Devlin smirked as the stranger began to casually walk into the dimly lit audience chamber. He was smoking a stick of Black pit Blend, exhaling a veil of smoke towards the menacing shifter.

"Rourke," Devlin said to himself. "Always late."

The stranger's steps filled the audience chamber with the scuff of soft leather boots. Rothaide whispered a soft prayer of mercy in elvish.

"Now if it were 'who could burn the most shifters where they currently stand...with a gesture'-- that would be more appropriate."

Vago waves the guards off and addresses everyone in the room. "This must be Timothy O'Rourke, a warmage of Karnnath. Another companion of the Captain d’Lyandar." Vago chimed in before his master's curiosity could turn to annoyance.

"At your service." Tim quipped.

"Where have you been?" Devlin muttered to his former war compatriot.

"Got tied back at Precarious," the warmage whispered back. "Good thing Coreen told me where you guys are."

"Excuse me," Zonnos interrupted the two war veterans. "I thought we were in the middle of a wrestling challenge."

Devlin and Rourke turned towards the young halfling Lord. "Normally we prefer to settle things without the use of violence and force," the half elf wizard replied. "But we can make an exception in your case."

Zonnos gave mocking smile as he signaled the shifter to step into the center of the chamber. "Go choose your fighter," he said to Devlin.

Devlin gazed over Gian and nodded his head.

“Be careful but likewise be quick.” The wizards mentally instructed the artificer.

“I will.” The young artificer nodded back.

"I guess I will be wrestling her." Gian thought back to Rourke and walked to face the challenger.

Zonnos stands up and lifts his goblet as acceptance and thereafter addresses the combatants.

“It’s a simple fight. No weapons are allowed. First one who gets wounded loses.” Zonnos states much to the other shifters’ cheer.

“So it’s Tamara against the one called Gian. No aid shall come from anyone else. “ The young halfling lord adds as he looks directly at the half-elf captain; causing the latter to step back and away from the artificer.