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==Round 6 - Melee Tournament==
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Basic Points: 15 points(Guaranteed Points)
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Crowd's Favourite: +6 points - Lexis (For dismounting and capturing Linden - Runner Up)
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+5 for winning Round 1 of the Melee Tournament(Wild Card will get this for free)
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+10 for winning Round 2 of the Melee Tournament
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+15 Points for becoming the runner up
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+20 Points for winning the tournament
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Maximum Points: 15 + 20(Winning the tournament) + 6(Crowd's favourite) = 41 points
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===Quarter Final I: Lexis vs Rojak===
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The mud squelched underfoot as Lexis surveyed the battlefield. Rain pelted down, turning the tiltyard into a treacherous mess. Across from him, Rojak, a brute of a man, bellowed orders to his men. The opening clash was a muddy brawl. Lexis, known more for wit than brute strength, targeted Rojak's weakest link, the hulking but easily flustered fourth thug. A well-placed blow sent the man reeling, his blood mixing with the mud in a gruesome spectacle. Rojak charged at Lexis, landing a glancing blow that left a shallow scratch on Lexis' armor. But it was Lexis' men, drilled in a disciplined line tactic, who pushed Rojak's thugs back. The demoralizing effect was immediate. Rojak's third thug, perhaps from the stress of the chaotic fight, crumpled to the ground, a heart attack claiming him mid-scream.</p>
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<p>Turn Two brought no respite from the mud. Lexis repeated his tactic, the sight of his opponent's blood turning Rojak's third thug, already wounded, into a blubbering mess. Rojak, desperate, targeted Lexis' second peasant, wounding him. This time, however, Rojak's men found a gap in Lexis' line and flanked them, forcing Lexis' men to retreat. Panic flickered in the eyes of Lexis' eleventh peasant, his grip on his spear white-knuckled.</p>
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<p>The terrain shifted in Turn Three. The mud gave way to a flat, hard surface, favoring mobility. This was Lexis' chance. He charged, his lance finding its mark. Rojak's fourth thug, already weakened and terrified, went down for good. Rojak fought back by finishing off Lexis' eleventh peasant. Lexis' line tactic, ridiculed by some for its unorthodoxy, had proven its worth. It thwarted Rojak's flanking maneuver, and with the loss of his last proper fighter - his first thug, Rojak was exposed.</p>
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<p>Round four saw the arena transform into a dense forest. This favored Rojak, a skilled horseman. He weaved through the makeshift trees, Lexis and his men struggling to surround him. Rojak fought like a cornered animal, his blade a whirlwind, landing another hit on Lexis.</p>
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<p>The final round brought them back to the standard arena floor. Lexis and his men, battered but determined, renewed their attempt to dismount Rojak. The brute clung to his horse with surprising agility, almost tumbling down but miraculously regaining his balance. Another peasant was injured by Rojak's desperate swings.</p>
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<p>Exhausted but unbroken, both sides retreated. The crowd roared, the outcome unclear. However, the rules were clear. Lexis, with his superior strategy evident in three out of five rounds, was declared the victor. Rojak, defeated and alone, slumped in his saddle, a stark contrast to Lexis who raised his bloodied spear in salute to the cheering crowd. The unorthodox tactician had triumphed, proving that brains could overpower brute force even in the brutal world of the medieval melee.</p>
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(Lexis advances to the next tournament round)
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===Quarter Final II: Galandric vs Lance===
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<p>Sunlight dappled through the makeshift forest as Galandric, a steely glint in his eyes, charged through the trees. His lance found its mark, sending Lance's fourth hunter sprawling. Lance, a cunning knight, retaliated, his lance finding a gap in the armor of Galandric's second Baelrican Blademaster, drawing a bead of sweat on the elite soldier's brow. But it was Lance's men who stole the show. They executed their infamous Ace tactic with deadly precision, overwhelming Galandric's static Hold Position formation. Even Galandric's usually unflappable second Blademaster couldn't hide a flicker of worry.</p>
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<p>Turn Two saw the forest vanish, replaced by a vast, flat expanse. This favored mounted combat, a clear advantage for knights. Galandric charged, his lance a blur, catching Lance squarely in the chest. Lance reeled but held his ground, returning the favor with a lance of his own. Galandric, though winded, remained mounted. Seeing this, Galandric's elite Blademasters held their ground, a wall of steel waiting for Lance's men to charge. Lance watched in frustration as his men, lured by the small open field amongst the woods, predictably ran straight into the trap. The clash was brutal, and Lance's first hunter, witnessing the carnage, turned a sickly shade of green. Adding to the chaos, Lance's hulking Treeman, seemingly overcome by the frenzy, turned his wooden arms on one of Lance's own Blademasters, luckily inflicting only minor scratch.</p>
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<p>Back to the forest they went in round three, the terrain favoring chaos and aggression. Galandric, a skilled horseman even amongst the trees, skewered Lance's Treeman with his lance. Lance, undeterred, landed his lance with all his might at Galandric's second Blademaster. The heavy armor held, but the sheer force of the blow left the soldier visibly shaken. Recognizing the chaos, Galandric's remaining Blademasters abandoned their hold position and flanked Lance's men mid-Strike Together formation. The maneuver caused confusion, and both sides faltered. Galandric's third Blademaster and Lance's fourth hunter, demoralized by the swirling battle, seemed ready to throw down their weapons. The madness even reached Lance's Treeman again, this time the giant inexplicably attacking himself, swinging his arms wildly and sustaining minor injuries.</p>
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<p>Round four saw another forest rise, and Galandric repeated his successful tactic, finding the Treeman with his lance once more. Lance retaliated, wounding Galandric's third Blademaster with a well-placed lance blow. But Galandric's flanking maneuver proved too much for Lance's men again. This time, the surprise charge completely disrupted their formation, leaving them scrambling for defense.</p>
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<p>The final round brought them back to flat ground. Galandric, seizing the moment, launched a brutal charge, his lance seriously injuring Lance's Blademaster with a sickening thud. Lance, however, managed to land a blow on Galandric's third Blademaster, evening the score in terms of injuries. But it was Lance's men who delivered the final blow. With a desperate "Strike Together" cry, they overwhelmed Galandric's flanking force, leaving their Orzian Skirmisher visibly shaken.</p>
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<p>The horn blared, signaling the end. Both sides, battered and bruised, retreated. The crowd roared, unsure who to hail as victor. The judges, after a tense deliberation, announced their decision. It was a close call, but the higher tally of injuries sustained by Lance's men swayed the judges in Galandric's favor. Galandric raised his lance in a bloody salute, a grim victor on a battlefield where both sides had displayed remarkable skill and resilience.</p>
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===Quarter Final III: Njal vs Samson===
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<p>The air crackled with anticipation as Njal and Samson, both renowned for their fiery lances, faced off. A muddy slick covered the arena, courtesy of the mischievous wizards, forcing a brawl over intricate footwork. Njal, ever the aggressor, wasted no time. His lance erupted in a plume of flame, the detonation nearly dislodging Samson from his steed. Samson roared in defiance, aiming his own lance not at Njal, but at the hulking brute flanking him. The fiery projectile fizzled harmlessly, but the impact sent a spray of blood from the fourth thug's shoulder. Sensing an opportunity, Samson's men, renowned for their dragon tamer tactic, charged. A wave of steel and fury crashed against Njal's forces, who had opted for a head-on charge. The clash was brutal. Njal's fourth thug crumpled under the onslaught, fear etched on his face.</p>
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<p>The terrain shimmered, transforming into a dense forest. Njal, ever the strategist, used the trees for cover. His lance found its mark, embedding itself in the shoulder of Aylwinic Auxiliary, the best man under Samson's command. Samson, fueled by rage, retaliated, his blade leaving a searing mark on Njal's armor. But Njal was undeterred. With a guttural yell, he rallied his men. They barreled through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of disoriented and wounded Samson's men in their wake.<br />
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The ground shuddered as the arena transformed into a flat, dusty plain. Undeterred by the shifting landscape, Njal and Samson locked eyes, their gazes sparking with renewed determination. Njal unleashed a fiery blast from his lance, the searing projectile finding its mark in the chest of Samson's third hunter, who crumpled with a scream. Enraged, Samson roared a challenge and charged, his blade a blur of steel. It glanced off Njal's sturdy armor, showering sparks as Njal held firm. But the impact wasn't enough. Samson's men, whipped into a berserker frenzy by their leader's fury, surged forward like a tide. Njal's forces, weakened by the previous encounters, were overwhelmed. Njal's third thug fell under the relentless assault, his lifeless hand clutching at the blood-soaked earth.<br />
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The fourth round devolved into a brutal dance of destruction. Njal and Samson traded blows with sickening thuds, their lances finding their mark with deadly precision. Yet, Samson's cunning shone through once more. His warriors, honed in the dragon tamer tactic, unleashed a whirlwind of steel and fury. Njal's men, outmatched in ferocity, were cut down one by one. The toll was grim. With a choked gurgle, Njal's fifth thug crumpled, his dreams of glory extinguished in the blood-soaked dirt.</p>
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<p>The arena floor shuddered one final time, morphing back into its usual grandeur. Njal and Samson stood panting, their armor etched with the memory of the brutal battle. With a snarl, Njal launched a desperate lunge, striking the Aylwinic Auxiliary. Samson roared back, landing a blow on Njal who barely blocks it with his shield. Samson'smen, invigorated by their leader's unwavering resolve, swarmed Njal's men together. Their coordinated assault, honed through countless battles against ferocious beasts, proved too much to overcome. Njal's six thug, his valiant spirit finally broken, sank to his knees as darkness claimed his vision. The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, hailing Samson as the victor. Four victories to one - his strategic brilliance and the unwavering ferocity of his men had brought him one step closer to claiming the glory of the entire tournament.<br />
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<p>(Samson advances to the next round to face Linden)<br />
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===Semi Final I: Lexis vs Galandric===
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<p>The uneven ground churned beneath the hooves of Lexis' steed as he charged forth, his fire lance a blazing beacon in the grey light. The terrain, twisted by the magic of the wizards, favored simple, defensive tactics – a fact Lexis intended to exploit. With a mighty thrust, he connected with Galandric's third blademaster, the searing flames licking at the soldier's armor and leaving a painful wound. But to Lexis' frustration, the promised explosion of his fire lance failed to materialize. Galandric attempted a retaliatory lance charge. The rough ground, however, foiled his attempt, sending him sprawling. Yet, the skilled warrior recovered quickly, landing a glancing blow on Lexis' second peasant, drawing a crimson line across his arm.</p>
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<p>Undeterred, Lexis' men executed the Inspiring Lexisan Line tactic, disciplined yet simple, perfectly suited for the uneven terrain. Their coordinated advance met Galandric's Hold Position formation head-on. Galandric's Orzian Skirmisher, already weakened by the failed charge, faltered under the relentless pressure. The chaos of the fight, coupled with the sight of their fallen comrade, proved too much for one unfortunate skirmisher. Overcome by a heart attack, he crumpled to the ground, a stark reminder of the brutality of the melee.</p>
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<p>The second mirrored the first. Lexis, using the rough terrain to his advantage, targeted Galandric's second blademaster with his lance, leaving him wounded. Galandric retaliated with a predictable attack on Lexis' tenth peasant, deepening the existing wound. Yet, Lexis' men, their morale bolstered by their success, repeated their flawless execution of the Lexisan Line tactic. Panic began to creep through Galandric's ranks, the uncertainty of the uneven ground unsettling even his most seasoned fighters. His third blademaster, the one who had witnessed the fiery demise of his comrade, visibly trembled, his bravado replaced by a gnawing fear.</p>
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<p>The terrain shifted dramatically in the third turn, transforming into a dense forest. This sudden change favored chaotic, offensive tactics, a fact that clearly benefited Galandric's more disciplined force. Lexis, ever the strategist, adapted his approach. He charged through the trees, his lance finding its mark on Galandric's armor. The blow, though powerful, failed to pierce the toughened steel. Galandric, seizing the opportunity, countered with a lance of his own, leaving a mere scratch on Lexis' shield. However, the true advantage in this round belonged to Galandric's men. They successfully executed a flanking maneuver, their fighters weaving through the trees to attack Lexis' line from the side. The well-rehearsed formation faltered, and the morale of Lexis' tenth peasant visibly plummeted.</p>
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<p>The fight continued in the forest. Lexis, determined to regain control, focused his attack on Galandric's second blademaster. The lance found its mark once more, leaving the warrior wounded and his confidence shaken. Galandric, however, continued to press his advantage, this time targeting Lexis' first peasant. The blow found its mark, drawing another pained cry from the ranks. Once again, Galandric's men outmaneuvered Lexis' line, using the trees to their advantage. Panic, the very emotion Lexis had instilled in his opponent just moments ago, now threatened to consume his own ranks.</p>
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<p>The final round saw the arena return to its standard form. Lexis, despite the mounting tension, remained focused. He launched a furious attack on Galandric's second blademaster, the force of the blow leaving the man winded but ultimately unharmed. The morale of the blademaster, however, took a significant hit. Galandric, mirroring Lexis' attack, targeted the knight himself, scoring a glancing blow that scratched Lexis' armor. But in a display of resilience, Lexis' men countered Galandric's flanking maneuver with their own disciplined line tactic. The tide was turning. Panic, no longer a factor in Lexis' ranks, instead gripped Galandric's third blademaster. The sight of his comrades faltering, combined with the relentless pressure from Lexis' men, proved too much to bear. Stricken by a fatal heart attack caused by the immense stress, he collapsed, his lifeless body a testament to the mental fortitude required in the brutal arena.</p>
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<p>Exhausted but victorious, both sides retreated from the arena. The cheers of the crowd echoed as the tallies were made. Lexis, having triumphed in three out of five turns, emerged victorious. His strategic brilliance, coupled with the unwavering discipline of his men, had secured him a place in the final.</p>
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===Semi Final II: Samson vs Linden===
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<p>The mud sucked at their boots with every step as Linden locked eyes with Samson. The wizards, capricious as ever, had conjured a muddy field, a breeding ground for chaos and defensive maneuvers.</p>
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<p>Samson roared and spurred his horse forward, his fire lance crackling with magical energy. But fate, or perhaps Linden's preternatural reflexes, intervened. The flaming weapon sputtered and died mid-strike, leaving Samson exposed. With a ripple of movement, swift as a striking viper, Linden danced aside from the blunted attack. His own lance, a streak of silver against the brown, shot out like a deadly extension of his arm. The blow connected with a sickening thud, nearly unseating the hulking Samson. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in their throats.</p>
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<p>Enraged, Samson's men swarmed Linden. A whirlwind of flailing limbs and ringing steel erupted. But Linden deflected blows with practiced ease, his movements a deadly ballet in the mud. Then, with a well-placed counter-strike, he disarmed Aylwinic Auxiliary, one of Samson's finest. The man crumpled, his weapon clattering to the ground with a hollow clang. The blow was more than physical; it shattered the soldier's spirit. The weight of his injuries, coupled with the demoralizing sight of his severe wounds, proved too much. He slumped to the ground, another casualty in this brutal dance.</p>
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<p>Turn two saw the ground harden, transforming into rough, uneven terrain. This favored simpler tactics, a test of raw strength and resilience. Gone were the messy muddy fights of the first round. It was a battle of grit and determination. Samson charged once more, his lance aimed squarely at Linden's chest. The clang of metal echoed as the blow struck true, leaving a jagged scratch marring Linden's gleaming armor. Undeterred, Linden retaliated. His lance, a blur of motion, found its mark, spearing through the chest of Samson's third hunter, a young man whose eyes widened in terror as life drained from them. It was a chilling reminder of the deadly stakes of the melee. With his last man gone, Samson was exposed, a lone target on the unforgiving ground.</p>
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<p>The terrain morphed again, this time into a dense, tangled forest. Perfect for chaotic, offensive fights. Samson gambled, charging recklessly with his lance, a desperate attempt to break through Linden's defenses. The attack grazed Linden, leaving another shallow mark on his armor. But Linden, a predator sensing weakness, countered with a lightning-fast thrust of his own lance. The impact sent a shockwave through Samson's whole body. Samson, dislodged from his precarious seat, tumbled onto the damp earth with a thud.</p>
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<p>The ground reverted to rough, favoring those on foot. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm, Linden waited for Samson to rise. Samson roared and swung his sword wide. The blow connected with a sickening thud. Linden flinched, the impact sending a searing pain through his shoulder. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in. But Linden spurred his horse forward. His lance, a streak of silver against the brown, erupted from his hand like a viper's strike. The blow found its mark true, slamming into Samson's chest with the force of a battering ram. Samson grunted, his eyes widening in surprise. The impact sent a shockwave through him, leaving him momentarily stunned, reeling on his feet.<br />
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The final turn saw the arena ground return to normal. Blood dripped from a fresh wound on Linden's arm, a testament to the relentless assault. Samson, fueled by a final surge of defiance, slashed at Linden with his sword. The blow connected, nearly unseating the knight. But Linden, with a roar that matched the cheers of the crowd, lunged forward. The blow struck true, connecting with Samson's helmet with a sickening clang. Samson crumpled, this time unconscious and subdued.</p>
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<p>The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, their adulation washing over Linden. He had faced overwhelming odds, weathered the ever changing terrains, and emerged victorious. With a final, prideful flourish, he raised his battered lance high, a testament to his skill and cunning. The unorthodox knight, bruised but unbroken, had conquered the brutal dance of the melee, and now awaited his final challenge on the path to glory.</p>
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===Final: Lexis vs Linden===
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<p>The tension in the arena reached its peak as the final round commenced, pitting Lexis, master of the peasant-centered strategy, against Linden, renowned as the one-man army. The wizards intervened, transforming the ground into a flat terrain, favoring formation and mounted combat, setting the stage for an epic showdown.</p>
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<p>As the trumpet blared, both knights spurred their steeds forward, lances gleaming in the morning sun. Their strikes collided with a deafening clang, the force of the impact dismounting them both in a spectacular tangle of limbs and metal. Dust rose in a swirling cloud, momentarily obscuring the fallen figures. Lexis, ever the strategist, had anticipated this. With a barked command, his peasant contingent, four strong and armed with a mix of farm tools and makeshift weapons, surged forward. They formed a tight circle around Linden, a wall of steel aimed at crushing him with their combined weight. But Linden, a master swordsman, was not easily subdued. His sword flashed like a silver streak, deflecting blows with practiced ease. The peasants, though numerous, lacked the knight's experience. He weaved through their attacks, using their very momentum against them, creating small openings. Seizing one such opportunity, Linden unleashed a powerful counter-strike. His blade found its mark, connecting squarely with the iron cap of Lexis' tenth peasant. The blow, imbued with both skill and desperation, rang out across the arena. The peasant crumpled, his morale shattered, sending him fleeing in terror from the ring of steel.</p>
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<p>As the second turn churned the ground into a treacherous mire, negating intricate footwork and favoring brute force, the fight erupted into a whirlwind of violence. Lexis, seizing the opportunity, launched a vicious assault. His sword slammed into Linden's shoulder, the force of the blow echoing through the body. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Linden, but veteran instinct took over. He spun, parrying Lexis's follow-up strike and unleashing a counter of his own. Steel sang as Linden's sword found a gap in Lexis's armor, drawing a gasp and a spray of crimson. Fueled by a warrior's fury, Linden lunged forward. He cut a bloody swathe through Lexis's peasant levies, their ill-equipped forms crumpling before his relentless assault. The sickening thud of steel meeting flesh punctuated the sucking squelch of mud. The tenth peasant fell by his blade, his lifeless form sinking into the mire. But Lexis wasn't finished. With a roar, he rallied his remaining men. With a coordinated surge, they surrounded Linden, a ring of desperate steel glinting in the gloom. Blows rained down upon him, but Linden, a seasoned storm in the human tempest, danced a deadly ballet of deflection. His sword turned aside farm tools and weapons alike. With a final, desperate lunge, he broke the encirclement, leaving behind a trail of groaning peasants.</p>
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<p>As the cobbled path twisted and narrowed on the third bend, the once-flowing duel devolved into a brutal struggle for survival. The cheers from the stands, initially a driving force, now sounded distant and muffled by the ringing in Linden's ears. Exhaustion gnawed at both knights, evident in their ragged breaths and the slowing cadence of their strikes. Yet, a flicker of defiance remained in their eyes. Lexis, seizing the advantage presented by the uneven terrain, rained down a flurry of blows. Each clang of metal against metal sent a jolt through Linden's already aching arms. He gritted his teeth, sweat stinging his eyes as he barely managed to deflect the last, heavy swing. With a desperate riposte, Linden struck true, the peasant weapon in Lexis' fourth squire's hand clattering to the ground, followed by a pained cry.<br />
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The remaining three peasants, emboldened by their leader, charged at Linden in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him. But Linden, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, was not an easy prey. He pirouetted around their clumsy attacks, the years of rigorous training kicking in. His longsword sang a deadly song, finding gaps in their defenses and leaving stinging welts in their wake. Just as hope flickered in Linden's chest, a searing pain lanced through his back . A glancing blow from one of the peasants had found its mark. Despite the agony, Linden knew he couldn't afford a moment of hesitation. He lunged forward, finding his way out of the ring formed by the peasants to trap him.</p>
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<p>Where once a proud arena basked in the sun's glory, a tangled forest now reigned supreme. The fourth turn had arrived, a cruel twist transforming the battlefield into a treacherous labyrinth. Sunlight, a mere sliver, fought a losing battle against the dense canopy overhead. Eerie shadows danced a macabre waltz across the blood-soaked ground, mirroring the clash of steel that echoed through the oppressive air. Here, chaos reigned, a cacophony of desperate grunts and the chilling ring of metal on metal. The earth itself, churned to mud by countless clashes, seemed to conspire against the remaining combatants, their struggles a ballet of survival on treacherous ground.</p>
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Linden stood defiantly like a titan carved from weathered flesh and steely resolve. Though his body bore the scars of countless blows - a testament to the epic battles he'd already endured - his spirit remained unconquered. With a roar that shook the very leaves overhead, he launched his final assault. His blade, a blur of lethal fury, ripped through Lexis' fourth peasant, leaving him a lifeless husk crumpled at the knight's feet. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim symphony accompanying the warrior's dance of death.<br />
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But Lexis remained ever vigilant. He recognized the flicker of exhaustion in Linden's eyes, the tell-tale tremor in his once-unyielding stance. With a predatory gleam in his gaze, he orchestrated his remaining men, maneuvering them into a cunning pincer formation. They circled Linden, a pack of ravenous wolves closing in on their wounded prey. Lexis bided his time, a predator stalking its quarry, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.
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<p>When that moment finally arrived, it was swift and merciless. A flash of steel erupted from the tangled undergrowth, the glint of Lexis' blade catching the sliver of sunlight piercing the canopy. It found its mark with chilling precision, slamming into Linden's side and sending the mighty warrior crashing to the forest floor. A stunned silence, thick with the weight of the fallen knight, descended upon the arena. Then came the cheers, a thunderous eruption that seemed to shake the very trees.</p>
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<p>Lexis, battered but unbroken, stood tall amidst the carnage. With his greatest adversary silenced, he was declared the champion of the tournament round. His patience and unwavering resolve earned him the coveted title of champion.</p>
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==Round 7 - Free For All, Magic Chests==
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Round VII commenced with a twist as wizards emerged to cast protective spells on each group, shielding them from harm. However, this safeguard came with a caveat—the participants' reward chests, each marked with a prominent '50', remained vulnerable to attack.</p>
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<p>As the first turn unfolded, Samson and his men wasted no time, targeting Galandric's group. Due to a valiant defense from Galandric's men, Samson found no easy access to the coveted chest.</p>
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<p>Sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos, Lance's men launched a surprise attack from the rear, catching Galandric's forces off guard. Though they fought fiercely, the combined assault proved overwhelming, resulting in damage to Galandric's reward chest.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, a clash of titans ensued as Lexis and Linden collided, their skill and determination matched evenly. Exploiting their numerical advantage, Lexis's men struck at Linden's chest, while Linden, with deft maneuvering, retaliated in kind, targeting Lexis's precious reward chest.</p>
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<p>Undeterred, Galandric's men shifted their focus to Njal's chest, only to encounter staunch resistance from Njal's well-prepared forces. Njal's men redirected their efforts towards Lance's chest after shaking Galandric's men off, but the tactical prowess of Lance proved insurmountable, thwarting their advance.</p>
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<p>As the tumultuous turn drew to a close, Rojak and his men seized the opportunity to strike at Linden, who was preoccupied with battling Lexis's forces. With precision and determination, Rojak's men inflicted damage upon Linden's reward chest, signaling a chaotic beginning to the Free For All round.</p>
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<p>The second turn unfolded with strategic maneuvering and intense clashes as the participants vied for supremacy over their opponents and their precious reward chests.</p>
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<p>Rojak's men launched a bold assault on Lexis' reward chest, but their efforts were foiled by Lexis's cunning tactics, leaving Rojak empty-handed.</p>
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<p>In a surprising turn of events, Njal's men managed to breach Lance's defenses and successfully targeted his reward chest, despite Lance's valiant efforts to repel them.</p>
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<p>Undeterred, Galandric's men set their sights on Samson's chest, only to find themselves overwhelmed by Samson's berserk tactics, unable to secure the coveted prize.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Linden continued his relentless pursuit of Lexis's chest, dealing significant damage to it once again, amidst the chaos of battle.</p>
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<p>In a swift change of strategy, Lexis's men redirected their focus to Samson's chest, exploiting a momentary weakness in Samson's defenses to deliver a decisive blow.</p>
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<p>Seizing the opportunity presented by the shifting dynamics of the battlefield, Lance's men struck at Lexis's weakened forces from behind, causing substantial damage to Lexis's reward chest.</p>
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<p>Not to be outdone, Samson's men retaliated against Galandric's forces, employing their dragon tamer tactic to gain the upper hand and successfully damaging Galandric's reward chest, bringing an end to the tumultuous second turn of Round VII.</p>
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<p>The third turn unfolded with strategic maneuvers and intense clashes as the participants vied for control over their opponents' reward chests.</p>
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<p>Samson's men, fueled by determination, set their sights on Njal's reward chest. Employing their formidable dragon tamer tactic, they swiftly pushed aside Njal's defenders, landing significant blows on the chest before being repelled.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Lance's men launched a coordinated assault on Galandric's chest, utilizing Lance's Ace tactic to great effect. Despite Galandric's men's efforts to hold their ground, they proved no match for Lance's onslaught, resulting in damage to the prized chest.</p>
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<p>Across the arena, Lexis's forces targeted Rojak's chest with precision. Employing tactical separation strategies, they successfully isolated Rojak's defenders from their chest, dealing substantial damage before Rojak's men regrouped and reclaimed their prize.</p>
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<p>Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos, Linden swiftly moved to assail Lexis's chest, taking advantage of the diversion created by the ongoing skirmish.</p>
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<p>In a simultaneous offensive, Galandric's men redirected their attention to Rojak's chest, exploiting the distraction caused by Lexis's assault. Despite initial success, they were eventually pushed back, yet not before inflicting several punishing blows on Rojak's chest.</p>
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<p>Undeterred by their earlier setback, both Njal's and Rojak's forces converged on Lexis's chest, overwhelming Lexis's outnumbered defenders. Despite fierce resistance, the chest endured brutal assaults, signaling the intense competition and shifting dynamics of the ongoing battle.</p>
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<p>Chaos reigned on the arena. Lexis, his men locked in a fierce struggle against Rojak's forces, watched in horror as Njal's men, seizing the opportunity, surged towards his reward chest. Lexis' warriors, preoccupied with repelling Rojak's flanking maneuver, could only offer a desperate defense. Njal's men managed to land a few heavy blows on the chest, damaging it before Lexis' men, with a final burst of strength, drove them back.</p>
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<p>Across the field, Galandric, a cunning tactician, saw his chance. With Njal's men momentarily distracted, he ordered his troops to charge towards Njal's reward chest. A brutal fight ensued. Galandric's warriors, employing clever tactics, separated Njal's men from their prize, raining blows upon the chest. But Njal's men, their fighting spirit unbroken, rallied and retook control, pushing Galandric's forces back.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Linden, a lone wolf of the battlefield, saw Lexis' weakened defenses. He seized the moment, darting towards Lexis' chest and unleashing a fresh wave of attacks.</p>
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<p>The fight spiraled further into pandemonium. Lexis' men, fueled by rage at Njal's earlier assault, turned their focus on Njal's reward chest. A fierce counter-attack ensued. Njal's men, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in attention, could only put up a desperate resistance. Lexis' men pounded on Njal's chest, but before they could inflict serious damage, Njal's warriors regrouped, launching a ferocious counter-attack that pushed Lexis' forces back.</p>
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<p>The battle wasn't over yet. Seeing Lexis preoccupied, Lance, a sly opportunist, ordered his men to strike at Lexis' vulnerable chest. They landed a few blows before Lexis' men, with renewed vigor, drove them off.</p>
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<p>Finally, Samson, a scavenger lurking on the edges of the fight, noticed Linden's undefended chest. With a glint in his eyes, he led his men towards it, raining blows upon the unattended prize. Just in time, Linden, sensing the danger, returned to his post, driving Samson's forces back and securing his reward.</p>
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<p>The arena was a maelstrom of greed. Linden, a lone warrior, found himself overwhelmed by Samson's relentless assault on his reward chest. Outnumbered, he was forced to retreat, leaving his prize vulnerable. Samson's men, like hungry wolves, descended upon the chest, raining blows upon it before Linden, with a desperate lunge, drove them back.</p>
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<p>Across the fray, Lance saw his opportunity. With a masterful maneuver, he outwitted Rojak's forces, leaving them flustered and vulnerable. Lance's warriors capitalized on the opening, surging towards Rojak's chest and landing a series of strikes before Rojak's men, regaining their composure, pushed them away.</p>
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<p>However, the respite was short-lived. Lexis' men, fueled by a desire for vengeance, turned their focus on Lance's chest. They overwhelmed Lance's forces with sheer power, easily claiming control and pounding on the chest.</p>
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<p>Seizing this moment of chaos, Linden, like a phantom, reappeared and delivered a devastating blow to Lexis' weakened chest, leaving a deep mark.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Galandric observed the vulnerability created by Samson's earlier attack. He directed his men towards Samson's chest, their superior skills quickly overpowering Samson's defenders. Though Samson's men eventually rallied, driving Galandric's forces back, the damage was done. Their precious chest bore the scars of the assault.</p>
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<p>The battle lines continued to shift. Njal's men, like opportunistic vultures, saw Lexis' men preoccupied and launched a vicious attack. They easily carved through Lexis' defenses, delivering devastating blows to their reward chest.</p>
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<p>The final turn ends with, Rojak, fueled by a burning rage, targeting Galandric's chest. His men, in a display of perfect coordination, completely outmaneuvered Galandric's defenses. They landed a flurry of attacks on the chest before strategically retreating to their original positions, leaving Galandric to assess the damage.</p>
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==Round 8 - Monster Raid(The Manipulator)==
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<p>As the participants stepped into the arena with their soldiers, their attention was immediately drawn to the mysterious black orb placed at its center by one of the wizards. With a gentle tap of his staff, the wizard triggered the orb, causing it to erupt into a dazzling display of bright purple light before dissipating into a dense, dark smoke that filled the arena.</p>
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<p>Amidst the haze, a colossal figure emerged, shrouded in closed eyes, its massive form expanding and contracting rhythmically as it slumbered. It was clear that this enigmatic being, known as the Ancient Manipulator, held immense power, yet remained dormant for now.</p>
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<p>Now faced with the daunting presence of the Ancient Manipulator, the participants were left with a crucial decision to make. Would they launch a direct assault on the colossal body, hoping to awaken or defeat it? Or would they opt for a more strategic approach, targeting specific parts of its body or attempting to rouse it by attacking its closed eyes?</p>
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As your valiant soldiers cautiously approached the Ancient Manipulator from its rear, they encountered an unexpected obstacle: the creature's entire body was encircled by a multitude of closed eyes. With each step forward, some of the eyelids began to lift, revealing the giant, unfocused orbs within. Even in their drowsy state, the mere indirect gaze of these eyes induced a sense of vertigo, causing your men to shield their own eyes with their shields as they pressed onward.</p>
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<p>Despite the unsettling sensation, your soldiers remained steadfast, their determination unwavering as they continued their advance. As they finally positioned themselves behind the creature, they noticed that some of the eyes had begun to partially open. The rhythmic expansion and contraction of the Manipulator's body quickened slightly, hinting at the possibility of its awakening from its deep slumber.</p>
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Some of the eyelids of the manipulator begin to slowly peel back, revealing the unfocused gaze of the creature's eyes.</p>
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As you begin to play your flute, its melodious tones pierce through the air, catching the attention of some of the eyes encircling the Ancient Manipulator. Slowly, they begin to turn toward you and your men, their gaze unfocused and lethargic, like a sleeper roused from a deep slumber. Despite their drowsy state, the eyes remain fixated on you, drawn by the enchanting music emanating from your instrument.</p>
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As the music fills the air, some of the eyes fixate on Njal and his men, while others turn their gaze toward Galandric's men, who huddle behind their shields. The eyes, though unfocused and drowsy, seem to react to the presence of the two groups, their attention drawn by the movements and actions of the soldiers.</p>
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As both your hunter and treeman engage the Manipulator, their attacks yield varied results. While the hunter's strike barely scratches the monster's tough exterior, the treeman's assault proves more effective. With a mighty blow, the treeman strikes one of the Manipulator's eyes, causing it to swell and tears to stream down its surface. Nearby eyes widen in response, fixating intensely on the treeman.</p>
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<p>The treeman suddenly turns to seek out a new target, its gaze meeting that of your blademaster, who had been looking for a way to climb the Manipulator. Without warning, the treeman charges toward the blademaster, catching him off guard and inflicting an unexpected injury.</p>
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<p>In the chaos, you take advantage of the distraction, swiftly attacking the Manipulator with your frostfire sword. As the blade pierces one of the half-opened eyes, it freezes instantly before erupting in a violent explosion. The surrounding eyes widen in alarm, and the Manipulator's body vibrates with intensity.</p>
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<p>However, your triumph is short-lived as the eyes lock onto you, their gaze drawing you in. Suddenly, you find yourself enveloped within a surreal landscape of endless eyes, each one drawing you deeper into its hypnotic gaze.</p>
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As the encounter intensifies, the Manipulator's eyes begin to awaken further. Most of them are now slightly ajar, with some only half-open while a few have fully opened. The fully open eyes fixate intensely on Lance and his treeman, their unwavering gaze locking onto the pair with unsettling focus.</p>
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<p>As you choose to maintain a safe distance from the Manipulator, positioning yourself in a ready stance, you keenly observe the unfolding scene. Your attention is drawn to Galandric's and Lance's men, who, despite successfully damaging the eyes of the Manipulator, now stand frozen in place, ensnared by the intense gaze of the surrounding eyes. It's as if they've been ensnared by an unseen force, held captive by the hypnotic stare of the Manipulator's eyes. With a sense of foreboding, you continue to watch, uncertain of what will happen next in this surreal encounter.</p>
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<p>As you opt to adopt a watchful stance, your focus remains fixed on the towering form of the Manipulator. Meanwhile, your gaze lingers on Galandric's and Lance's men, ensnared by the intense stare of the Manipulator's eyes. Their immobilization is concerning, hinting at the formidable power wielded by this ancient being.</p>
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<p>As you lead your men into battle against the Manipulator, their weapons clash against its resilient body, leaving only superficial wounds. However, a group of your men successfully target and destroy several of the creature's eyes. Yet, instead of victory, this action triggers a chilling response.</p>
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<p>The eyes surrounding the destroyed ones snap open wide, fixating on your men with an intensity that renders them motionless. Despite their training and resolve, they stand transfixed, unable to tear their gaze away from the hypnotic hold of the Manipulator's eyes. A sense of dread washes over you as you witness your men ensnared in the creature's gaze, their fate now uncertain in the face of this otherworldly adversary.</p>
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<p>As the Manipulator's focus turns towards those who dared to assail its eyes, you seize the opportunity to strike. Your lance charge is swift and true, finding its mark with precision, shattering one of the creature's eyes. Encouraged by your success, your men join in, slashing at several more eyes. However, the victory is short-lived.</p>
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<p>The eyes adjacent to the destroyed ones snap open wide, fixating on you and your men with an unsettling intensity. Caught in their hypnotic gaze, you find yourself drawn into a mesmerizing cascade of endless eyes within eyes. Despite your efforts to resist, you and your men remain ensnared, trapped in a trance-like state as the Manipulator's relentless hold tightens its grip.</p>
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|Sent=Wed Apr 24, 2024 12:52:01
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=Message sent to all full members of Event Chronicle (7 recipients)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Manipulator</strong></u>
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<p>As the Manipulator loses several of its eyes, the remaining closed ones snap open with newfound intensity. No longer unfocused, their gaze sharpens, actively scouring the surroundings for threats. Among them, a few eyes stand out, their irises sporting vibrant hues, while the majority boast simple brown irises.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Wed Apr 24, 2024 12:52:41
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><strong><u>Lexis - 1st Move</u></strong><br />
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<p>You command your peasants to target the unopened eyes of the Manipulator, instructing them to stab at the eyelids to prevent them from opening fully before delivering the final blow. They carry out your orders diligently, successfully destroying several eyes in quick succession. However, as the eyes surrounding the destroyed ones open wide, they immediately fix their intense gaze upon your peasants.</p>
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<p>Some of your peasants heed your earlier warning and manage to retreat in time, averting their gaze from the mesmerizing eyes. However, others are not as fortunate, their movements too slow to escape the captivating stare of the surrounding eyes. These unfortunate souls stand frozen, petrified by the overwhelming gaze of the Manipulator's eyes.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Sent=Thu Apr 25, 2024 07:53:51
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Samson Dixon)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Samson - 1st Move - Attack</strong></u>
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<p>Armed with a flaming torch in one hand and a sword in the other, you charge towards the Manipulator, strategically positioning yourself with the sun at your back. As you close in, the eyes of the creature seem to avoid your direction, their focus disrupted by the blinding glare. Seizing the opportunity, you strike with precision, destroying one of its eyes.</p>
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<p>As the surrounding eyes turn their gaze towards you, a wave of dizziness washes over you. Yet, to your surprise, the sensation swiftly dissipates. Intrigued by this unexpected turn of events, you peer closely at the eyes, only to notice them blinking rapidly with tears streaming down their faces. It appears that your tactic of using the sun to your advantage has caught the Manipulator off guard.</p>
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<p>Quickly seizing the moment, you swiftly retreat from the creature's vicinity, capitalizing on its momentary disorientation.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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===Turn 2===
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Round VIII - Turn 2<br />
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Manipulator</strong></u><br />
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As the eyes surrounding the colossal form of the Manipulator open wide, a dark purple smoke begins to billow from its towering figure. Gradually, the smoke descends, engulfing the arena in a thick fog that shrouds everything in its path. Visibility diminishes rapidly as the fog spreads, drastically reducing the distance that can be seen by everyone within the arena.</p>
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|Sent=Mon Apr 22, 2024 15:11:09
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 2nd Move</strong></u>
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<p>As you order your men to shield charge into the Manipulator, their determination is evident, but the sheer size and weight of the creature prove to be insurmountable obstacles. Quickly realizing the futility of their efforts, they abandon the attempt to push it off balance and instead shift their focus to attacking its eyes. With concerted effort, they swiftly destroy one of its eyes, triggering a startling reaction from the surrounding eyes.</p>
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<p>As the eyes around the destroyed one open wide, their intense gaze fixates on your men, causing them to freeze in place. Like statues, they stand immobilized, unable to tear their gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before them. The eerie stillness pervades the battlefield as your men remain entranced by the intense stare of the Manipulator's eyes.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Thu Apr 25, 2024 18:31:44
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Njal Fylkir)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Njal - 2nd Move</strong></u>
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<p>As your men gather around you, forming a tight schiltron to protect against the encroaching darkness, the swirling purple smoke begins to envelop your ranks. Initially, you can discern the outlines of your comrades, but as the smoke thickens, distinguishing one from another becomes increasingly challenging. Soon, even the familiar faces standing beside you blur into indistinct shapes amidst the haze.</p>
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<p>Amidst the thickening fog, whispers echo faintly, their origins obscured by the dense mist. Uncertainty grips you as you strain to discern whether these murmurs emanate from your own men or something more ominous lurking within the veiled confines of the mist.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Thu Apr 25, 2024 18:39:59
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 2nd Move - Attack</strong></u>
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<p>As the purple mist enveloped you and your men like a relentless tide, your quick thinking to wet cloths and cover each face proved effective. Despite the thickening haze, you maintained clear visibility among your ranks, ensuring cohesion amidst the swirling fog.</p>
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<p>Pressing forward through the murky veil, the eerie glow of the Manipulator's eyes pierced the darkness, their irises visible even amidst the dense smoke. With swift and coordinated strikes, you and your men targeted the eyes, shattering several in rapid succession. Though you could sense the collective gaze of the remaining eyes bearing down upon you, the smoke seemed to shield your group from their influence.</p>
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<p>Yet, amidst the chaos, your attention was drawn to a larger eye situated higher up on the Manipulator's body. As its gaze fixated upon you and your men, a palpable rise in temperature enveloped your surroundings, signaling a potentially perilous escalation in the encounter.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 2nd Move - Attack II</strong></u><br />
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As you command your men to climb the towering form of the Manipulator, some struggle to find purchase with their daggers. However, those near the destroyed eyes quickly discover a softer spot in the creature's flesh, allowing them to ascend. Yet, as they climb, the heat intensifies, a foreboding sign of the danger ahead.</p>
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<p>As your men draw closer to the giant eye, its iris begins to glow a menacing red hue. Suddenly, they erupt into flames, plummeting from the Manipulator's body in a fiery cascade. Despite their sacrifice, you press onward, feeling the searing heat engulf your own body. With each step, the pain intensifies, your vision blurred by the agony.</p>
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<p>Summoning every ounce of resolve, you reach the eye, your senses overwhelmed by the blistering pain. With a final, desperate thrust, your sword pierces the iris, triggering a violent explosion that sends you hurtling backward. As you crash to the ground, the inferno subsides, leaving behind only the dull ache of your battered body. Though bruised and battered, you find solace in the absence of the agonizing fire that once consumed you.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Fri Apr 26, 2024 09:36:15
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Rojak Sethar)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Rojak - 2nd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you and your men cautiously advance with torches ablaze, the thick purple smoke of the arena envelops you like a shroud. Initially, you can still discern the faint outlines of your companions amidst the haze, their torchlight flickering weakly against the oppressive fog. Yet, as the smoke grows denser, the feeble glow of your torches struggles to pierce the thickening veil, casting eerie shadows that dance in the swirling mist.</p>
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<p>Soon, the smoke becomes so dense that even the dim illumination from your torches is swallowed by the enveloping darkness. Lost amidst the swirling vapors, you and your men are rendered blind, unable to discern friend from foe in the impenetrable gloom. Whispers echo from all directions, disorienting your senses and shrouding your surroundings in an unsettling veil of uncertainty.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Sent=Fri Apr 26, 2024 09:42:47
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lance Heroux)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lance - 2nd Move</strong></u><br />
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As you dispatch your hunter toward the last known location of the manipulator, the expanding purple smoke swiftly consumes him, swallowing him whole in its dense embrace. Moments later, the smoke reaches your position, enveloping you and your men in its opaque shroud. Thickening rapidly, the smoke obscures everything in its path, rendering visibility nonexistent.</p>
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<p>Even the flickering torchlight held by your men fails to penetrate the dense fog, casting you all into a disorienting darkness. Struggling to discern your surroundings, you find yourself unable to see even your own hand before you. Lost amidst the swirling mist, you strain to hear any indication of your men's whereabouts, but the whispers that echo from all directions only serve to heighten your sense of confusion.</p>
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<p>Trapped in this impenetrable haze, you can only hope to navigate by instinct alone, your senses dulled by the suffocating embrace of the purple fog.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Fri Apr 26, 2024 09:47:23
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lexis - 2nd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you command your men to dig in, hoping to establish a solid position amidst the encroaching chaos, the dense smoke swiftly engulfs them, enveloping each figure in its swirling tendrils. Thickening rapidly, the smoke obscures all sight, rendering even the closest companions invisible to one another.</p>
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<p>Before long, the whispers begin—an incessant cacophony that seems to emanate from every direction at once, disorienting and bewildering. Unable to rely on sound to locate your men amidst the oppressive fog, you find yourself isolated in a realm of shifting shadows and muffled voices, utterly cut off from any sense of direction or proximity. In this surreal landscape, the boundaries between reality and illusion blur, leaving you adrift in a world of uncertainty and dread.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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As the dense purple smoke continues to swirl around people, obscuring even the faintest glimmer of light, strange silhouettes begin to materialize within its depths. Despite the thick haze that shrouds everyone's surroundings, these shadowy figures stand out with an eerie clarity, their forms stark against the murky backdrop. It's a surreal sight—amidst the impenetrable fog, these silhouettes loom ominously, their presence both unsettling and enigmatic. And yet, despite the oppressive darkness that envelops everyone, people find themselves drawn to these mysterious shapes, as if they hold the key to unlocking the secrets of this otherworldly realm. As the whispers continue to echo through the thick haze, everyone can't shake the feeling that these shadowy figures are somehow connected to the unsettling voices that fill the air. With each passing moment, the sense of unease intensifies, leaving everyone grappling with the unsettling realization that people are not alone in this dark and foreboding place.</p>
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|Sent=Sat Apr 27, 2024 09:05:12
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lexis - 2nd Move II</strong></u><br />
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As you approach one of the silhouettes and reach out to grab its shoulder, hoping to find one of your men amidst the swirling darkness, the smoke around you begins to dissipate slightly, revealing the silhouette's true form. To your horror, you find yourself face to face with a tall, purple humanoid, its features dominated by a single giant eye where its face should be.</p>
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<p>Before you can react, the creature turns its gaze upon you, and for a brief moment, your vision is consumed by darkness. When you come to, the purple monster is nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by one of your peasants standing before you. Though you cannot recall his name, there's a nagging sense of familiarity about him.</p>
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<p>Before you can issue any orders, the peasant grabs you firmly and begins to lead you away, his actions urgent and determined. Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, you follow him, your mind racing with questions and uncertainty.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Sun Apr 28, 2024 11:26:20
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lexis - 2nd Move III</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you command your peasants to gather around you amidst the swirling smoke, they comply obediently, forming a tight circle around you. However, instead of the usual camaraderie and solidarity you expect, you sense an eerie tension in the air as your men stare at you with unnerving intensity.</p>
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<p>A chill runs down your spine as you meet their gazes, a sense of unease settling over you like a heavy shroud. Try as you might, you find yourself unable to move or act, as if held in place by some unseen force.</p>
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<p>Questions race through your mind, but before you can voice them, a creeping sense of dread washes over you, leaving you paralyzed with uncertainty. In the midst of the thickening smoke and the silent stares of your men, you can't help but wonder what dark forces are at play, and what fate awaits you in this mysterious and foreboding realm.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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|Sent=Sun Apr 28, 2024 11:32:08
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Linden Arindal)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Linden - 2nd Move - Attack</strong></u><br />
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<p>With your mouth covered by a wet cloth to filter out the noxious purple smoke, you set your sights on the glowing eyes of the manipulator in the distance. Determination fuels your actions as you charge forward, lance at the ready, intent on destroying the source of the eerie gaze.</p>
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<p>As you ride along the body of the manipulator, your lance strikes true, shattering several of its eyes with precision. Yet, as the eyes crumble, a strange transformation takes place. The surrounding eyes begin to absorb the purple smoke, swelling in size before bursting forth from their sockets and falling to the ground below.</p>
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<p>Before you can fully comprehend the situation, the fallen eyes contort and reshape themselves into tall, humanoid figures cloaked in purple. With swift and fluid movements, they disappear into the swirling mist, leaving you momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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===Turn 3===
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<p>As the dense purple mist that enshrouded the arena gradually dissipates, the figure of the manipulator comes back into view. However, it's not as it was before. Many of its eyes are now missing, leaving behind empty sockets that punctuate its massive form.</p>
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<p>From the top of the manipulator's towering body, new eyes begin to emerge, larger and more imposing than those that came before. Their irises bear different colors, each one gazing down upon the soldiers below with an unsettling intensity. With a sense of foreboding, the soldiers prepare themselves for whatever challenges lie ahead, knowing that they face a formidable adversary in the wake of these ominous developments.</p>
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|Content=<p>Near the manipulator, a cluster of purple humanoids catches your eye. Their heads are nothing but giant eyes, giving them an otherworldly appearance. You deduce that these creatures must have originated from the missing eyes of the manipulator, now transformed into formidable entities.</p>
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<p>Four of these humanoid figures stand ominously close to the manipulator, their imposing presence adding to the already tense atmosphere. However, your attention is drawn to another figure in the distance, larger and more imposing than the rest. This creature stands on four legs instead of two, exuding an aura of strength and power.</p>
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<p>As you observe these beings, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. They appear formidable and resilient, posing a significant threat to anyone who dares to challenge them.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Sun Apr 28, 2024 11:49:52
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p>In the distance, you notice other participants who are ensnared by the purple humanoids you previously encountered. Each of these eerie creatures is affixed to the back of a soldier or knight, their glowing irises emanating an ominous aura. It's evident that these individuals, save for your own men and Linden, have fallen under the influence of these malevolent beings.</p>
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<p>As you observe from afar, you can sense the palpable hostility emanating from those who are under the creatures' sway. Their movements are stiff and unnatural, their expressions devoid of warmth or recognition.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Sent=Sun Apr 28, 2024 11:50:24
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Linden Arindal)
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|Content=<p>In the distance, you notice other participants who are ensnared by the purple humanoids you previously encountered. Each of these eerie creatures is affixed to the back of a soldier or knight, their glowing irises emanating an ominous aura. It's evident that these individuals, save for you and Galandric's group, have fallen under the influence of these malevolent beings.</p>
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<p>As you observe from afar, you can sense the palpable hostility emanating from those who are under the creatures' sway. Their movements are stiff and unnatural, their expressions devoid of warmth or recognition.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Mon Apr 29, 2024 19:13:27
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lexis - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<br />
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With determination coursing through your veins, you lead your group of twenty peasants forward, marching resolutely towards the unsettling presence of the purple humanoids and the looming figure of the manipulator beyond them.</p>
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<p>As you advance, the air crackles with tension, each step forward bringing you closer to the heart of the eerie spectacle unfolding before you. The glowing eyes of the humanoids flicker ominously, their gaze fixated on your approach as if anticipating your next move.</p>
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<p> </p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Sent=Tue Apr 30, 2024 07:14:25
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p>As the four sturdy purple humanoids charge towards your group, their imposing presence instills a sense of dread in your heart. With a thunderous clash, they collide with your group, their formidable strength sending four of your peasants tumbling to the ground.</p>
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<p>Amidst the chaos, you watch in horror as the bodies of four of your peasants contort and twist, their forms morphing into that of the very creatures they collided with. The realization dawns upon you with chilling clarity—they have been transformed into purple humanoids, joining the ranks of the spectral creatures that now stand before you.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Tue Apr 30, 2024 07:18:49
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>With resolve burning in your heart, you and your men swiftly move to liberate Lexis and his group from the grip of the purple humanoids. As you engage in battle with the evil creatures, your determination to free your allies fuels your every strike.</p>
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<p>With swift and decisive action, you manage to defeat the four purple humanoids that had ensnared some of Lexis' peasants, freeing them from their mind control. As they regain their senses, they explain the harrowing truth—that to their eyes, you and your men initially appeared as the very creatures you fought against, trapped in the thrall of the malevolent beings.</p>
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<p>Realizing the gravity of the situation, you understand that the fate of the remaining members of Lexis' group now hangs in the balance, depending on the decisions made by their leader.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Tue Apr 30, 2024 12:09:45
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Samson Dixon)
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|Content=<p>You observe the four ominous purple humanoids descending upon Lexis and his men, their malevolent intent evident in their swift and aggressive movements. In the ensuing clash, four of Lexis' twenty peasants are swiftly felled by the relentless assault, while an equal number are tragically transformed into the very creatures they fought against.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Sent=Tue Apr 30, 2024 12:11:47
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Linden Arindal)
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|Content=<p>You watch as Galandric's men make their way towards Lexis' group, who are ensnared by the purple humanoids. In a valiant effort, they engage the creatures, managing to dispatch four out of the ten humanoids menacing Lexis' men. As a result, four of Lexis' peasants are liberated from the creatures' control, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Tue Apr 30, 2024 22:12:38
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lexis - 3rd Move - Attack</strong></u><br />
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<p>You and your men launch a frenzied assault into the air, striking out blindly at the unseen threat. As your lance connects with something solid, a large eye materializes above you, impaled by your weapon. To your astonishment, you realize that your men have also been attacking the invisible foes, revealing themselves to be the purple humanoids in disguise.</p>
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<p>The shocking revelation dawns upon you—all along, half of your peasants were the very creatures you had been fighting against. Ensnared by their deceptive guise, you and your men were unwittingly manipulated into targeting innocent allies.</p>
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<p>It becomes clear that Galandric and his men, who you initially thought were the purple humanoids, were not your enemies, but rather allies who bravely fought against the creatures, freeing some of your men from their control. Meanwhile, Linden stands steadfast by the Manipulator, likely engaging it in combat.</p>
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<p>Glancing behind you, you see more purple humanoids looming over Rojak, Lance, Samson, and Njal, who remain under the creatures' influence. With this realization, you understand the need for caution, as your former allies may now see you and your men as enemies, unable to recognize friend from foe under the monsters' control.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Wed May 1, 2024 07:52:31
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(recipients not listed)
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|Content=<p>Lexis and his men break free from the grasp of the purple humanoids, launching a fierce assault on the creatures' eyes, their determination evident as they fight to regain control of their own minds. Meanwhile, Lance and Rojak charge forward with determination, leaving the influence of the purple humanoids behind them. However, their men remain ensnared by the creatures' manipulation.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Wed May 1, 2024 07:56:20
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Lance Heroux)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Lance - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<br />
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As you and Rojak charge ahead towards the purple humanoids, a startling transformation unfolds before your eyes. The monstrous figures gradually morph into familiar faces—Lexis, Galandric, and Linden, along with their respective companions. This unexpected turn leaves you momentarily stunned, but quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, you swiftly turn your gaze back to your own men.</p>
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<p>Behind you, your men stand surrounded by towering purple humanoids, their figures imposing against the dim light. One of the creatures attempts to give chase, but your horse proves too swift, carrying you away from immediate danger.</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Width=80
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Wed May 1, 2024 07:56:50
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Rojak Sethar)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Rojak - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<br />
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As you and Lance charge ahead towards the purple humanoids, a startling transformation unfolds before your eyes. The monstrous figures gradually morph into familiar faces—Lexis, Galandric, and Linden, along with their respective companions. This unexpected turn leaves you momentarily stunned, but quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, you swiftly turn your gaze back to your own men.</p>
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<p>Behind you, your men stand surrounded by towering purple humanoids, their figures imposing against the dim light. One of the creatures attempts to give chase, but your horse proves too swift, carrying you away from immediate danger.</p>
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<br />
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Wed May 1, 2024 08:01:39
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Samson Dixon)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Samson - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you command your men to aid Lexis and his group, a harrowing sight unfolds before you. Despite their valiant efforts, Lexis and his men are swiftly overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of purple humanoids. One by one, they succumb to the creatures, falling to the ground as the purple monsters rise in their place. With the addition of the initial assailants, their numbers swell to fourteen, a formidable force against which your allies stand little chance.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Rojak and Lance charge forward in a desperate attempt to join the fray, but their efforts are in vain. Before they can even reach their intended targets, they too undergo a horrifying transformation, morphing into the same monstrous beings that assail Lexis and his men.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Thu May 2, 2024 11:42:31
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 3rd Move - Attack</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you strategize your next move, you leave one of your soldiers behind to serve as a lookout, warning other knights of the impending danger. With resolve in your heart, you command the rest of your men to redirect their efforts towards the Manipulator.</p>
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<p>The once formidable creature now appears weakened, its body deflating as it oozes green blood from its empty eye sockets. Despite its diminished state, the glowing intensity of its larger, colorful eyes betrays a fierce determination to fight on.</p>
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<p>Advancing cautiously, you and your men encounter a new challenge: the sticky green blood pooling on the ground impedes your progress, making each step forward a struggle. Nevertheless, you press on, determined to reach the Manipulator's vulnerable eyes.</p>
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<p>Suddenly, one of the large eyes transforms into a striking shade of blue, fixating its gaze on one of your blademasters. In an instant, it unleashes a powerful beam, turning the unfortunate warrior into a frozen statue.</p>
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<p>Aware of the urgency of the situation, you hasten your approach, determined to neutralize the threat posed by the blue eye. With swift determination, you close the distance and deliver a decisive blow, vanquishing the eye before it can unleash further devastation.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Fri May 3, 2024 12:36:43
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Samson Dixon)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Samson - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you swing your weapon upwards, you make contact with something solid lurking above your head. In a flurry of motion, an eye materializes before you, its familiar gaze sending a shiver down your spine.</p>
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<p>Glancing around, you quickly discern the truth: the eye was not floating independently, but rather attached to a purple humanoid that stands among your men. A chilling realization dawns upon you—each of your comrades has fallen under the influence of these insidious monsters.</p>
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<p>It becomes clear that you and your men were unwittingly manipulated by these creatures, likely ambushed during the chaotic haze of the smoky arena.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Width=80
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Thu May 2, 2024 11:42:31
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Galandric - 3rd Move - Attack</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you strategize your next move, you leave one of your soldiers behind to serve as a lookout, warning other knights of the impending danger. With resolve in your heart, you command the rest of your men to redirect their efforts towards the Manipulator.</p>
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<p>The once formidable creature now appears weakened, its body deflating as it oozes green blood from its empty eye sockets. Despite its diminished state, the glowing intensity of its larger, colorful eyes betrays a fierce determination to fight on.</p>
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<p>Advancing cautiously, you and your men encounter a new challenge: the sticky green blood pooling on the ground impedes your progress, making each step forward a struggle. Nevertheless, you press on, determined to reach the Manipulator's vulnerable eyes.</p>
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<p>Suddenly, one of the large eyes transforms into a striking shade of blue, fixating its gaze on one of your blademasters. In an instant, it unleashes a powerful beam, turning the unfortunate warrior into a frozen statue.</p>
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<p>Aware of the urgency of the situation, you hasten your approach, determined to neutralize the threat posed by the blue eye. With swift determination, you close the distance and deliver a decisive blow, vanquishing the eye before it can unleash further devastation.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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{{BMMessage
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|Width=80
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|Type=Report
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|Sent=Fri May 3, 2024 12:36:43
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|Sender=Wassgandr Felsenbach|Recipients=(Personal message to Samson Dixon)
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|Content=<p><u><strong>Samson - 3rd Move</strong></u><br />
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<p>As you swing your weapon upwards, you make contact with something solid lurking above your head. In a flurry of motion, an eye materializes before you, its familiar gaze sending a shiver down your spine.</p>
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<p>Glancing around, you quickly discern the truth: the eye was not floating independently, but rather attached to a purple humanoid that stands among your men. A chilling realization dawns upon you—each of your comrades has fallen under the influence of these insidious monsters.</p>
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<p>It becomes clear that you and your men were unwittingly manipulated by these creatures, likely ambushed during the chaotic haze of the smoky arena.</p>
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</p>
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|Title=Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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==Turn 4==
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|Sent=Fri May 3, 2024 12:38:13
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<p>As the Manipulator's body begins to deflate, its once towering form diminishing in size, you observe a curious phenomenon. While its physical presence wanes, the intensity of its remaining larger eyes seems to grow, radiating with renewed vigor.</p>
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<p>It's as if the creature has shifted its focus from maintaining its size to fortifying itself. With each passing moment, the luminance of its remaining eyes intensifies, hinting at a newfound resolve to repel any further attacks.</p>
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<p>As your men gather around the giant blue eye, they carefully position it over the frozen statue which used to be one of your blademasters. With a determined effort, they squeeze the eye, causing streams of blue liquid to gush forth and envelop the statue.</p>
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<p>As the liquid makes contact with the frozen form, a remarkable transformation begins to unfold. The icy coating gradually recedes, revealing a figure that, while still frozen, now emanates a faint aura of life.</p>
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<p>To your astonishment, the once-immobile statue begins to stir, its movements slow and deliberate as it adjusts to its newfound state of being. Despite its frozen exterior, there's an unmistakable sense of warmth and camaraderie in its demeanor, as if it retains the essence of the valiant warrior it once was.</p>
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<p>It becomes evident that your blademaster has undergone a profound metamorphosis, emerging as a living embodiment of ice and resilience.</p>
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|Signature=<p class="titleSignature"><span style="color:#fff">Wassgandr Felsenbach</span><br /><span style="color:#dde">Royal of <span class="realm_35">Luria Nova</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cef">Duke of <span class="realm_35">Eternal Radiance</span></span><br /><span style="color:#cdf">Margrave of <span class="realm_35">Askileon</span></span></p><p class="heraldrySignature"><img src="//battlemaster.org/heraldry/preview.php/polish-argent-saltire-gules-sun_in_splendor-or-icon.svg" /></p>}}
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As you swiftly pivot to confront the looming threat of the purple humanoids, determination courses through your veins. With lance in hand, you charge forward, the thunderous hooves of your steed echoing your resolve. As you close in on the nearest humanoid, you unleash a devastating strike, cleaving through its form and dispersing the malevolent presence within.</p>
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<p>Yet, your momentum is met with resistance as the remaining purple humanoids exert their control over your men, thwarting your advance. With grim determination, you press on, battling against the invisible bonds that restrain your allies.</p>
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<p>Suddenly, the situation takes a dire turn as one of the purple humanoids merges with the treeman, transforming it into a formidable adversary. With savage ferocity, the treeman lashes out, its attacks inflicting grave injuries upon your comrades.</p>
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<p>Undeterred by the treeman's onslaught, you continue your attack against the purple humanoids, focusing on freeing your men from the grip of the malevolent entity. Through sheer perseverance and unwavering resolve, you succeed in liberating your soldiers from the purple humanoid's influence.</p>
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<p>However, with the treeman now turned against you, there's no choice but to confront the threat head-on. With coordinated precision, you and your men encircle the creature, striking with relentless determination until it lies vanquished, its threat extinguished once and for all.</p>
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As you scan the chaotic scene before you, your gaze settles on Linden, standing stoically beside the manipulator. His demeanor exudes a sense of calm amidst the tumultuous events unfolding around him. With a keen eye, he observes the unfolding chaos, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of uncertainty.</p>
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<p>As the manipulator's body collapses, a sinister transformation takes place. From its deflated form emerges a monstrous creature akin to a massive spider, its grotesque body adorned with numerous colorful eyes that peer down upon the participants. With each step, its many legs, resembling thick tentacles, writhe and thrash, exuding an aura of malevolence.</p>
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<p>In a frenzy, the remaining purple humanoids converge upon the spider-like entity, merging with its form and adding to the myriad of eyes that adorn its body. With a deafening roar that reverberates throughout the arena, the monstrous spider lashes out, unleashing its fury upon all who dare to draw near.</p>
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<p>As chaos ensues and the participants scramble to defend themselves against the onslaught, the sheer terror of the creature's presence looms large, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over the arena.</p>
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<p>As the manipulator unleashes its onslaught, targeting Linden and Galandric with its long tentacles, chaos erupts across the arena. With swift and calculated movements, Linden deftly evades the thrashing appendages, displaying mastery over his steed. In a daring maneuver, he retaliates, driving his lance deep into some of the tentacles, inflicting damage upon the monstrous entity.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Galandric's men find themselves ensnared by the manipulator's grasp, lifted and hurled across the arena with immense force. Helpless against the creature's relentless assault, they collide with the walls, their bodies crashing to the ground with a resounding impact. Despite their valiant efforts, they are no match for the manipulator's overwhelming strength.</p>
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<p>As the battle rages on, the manipulator's ferocity knows no bounds, its monstrous form wreaking havoc upon all who stand in its path. With each swing of its tentacles, it seeks to crush its adversaries and assert its dominance over the battlefield, leaving destruction and chaos in its wake.</p>
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As Njal's men heed his command and charge bravely towards the manipulator, their battle cries echoing through the chaos, they face the full force of the creature's wrath. With swift and savage movements, the manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, hurling several of Njal's thugs through the air. The impact of the violent throw leaves Thug 9 and Thug 12 injured, their bodies battered and bruised, while Thug 7 meets a more tragic fate, crushed beneath the crushing force of the manipulator's tentacles, his life extinguished in an instant.</p>
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<p>Yet, undeterred by the loss and the danger that surrounds them, those who manage to reach the manipulator press on, their determination unwavering. With fierce determination, they slash and hack at the monstrous tentacles, aiming to weaken the creature's defenses and deliver a decisive blow.</p>
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<p>Njal himself leads the charge, his fire lance blazing with fiery fury as he drives it deep into the manipulator's flesh. The explosive impact tears through one of the tentacles, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. However, their victory is short-lived as the manipulator retaliates with lethal precision.</p>
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<p>In a burst of rage, one of the manipulator's colored eyes, glowing with a fiery red intensity, unleashes a devastating beam of energy. The beam strikes with deadly accuracy, engulfing Njal's Thug 13 in searing flames, reducing him to naught but ashes in an instant.</p>
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<p>As both Samson's and Lexis' forces advance toward the manipulator, the monstrous entity shifts its attention from Njal's men to its new adversaries. With lightning speed, the manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, sweeping through the ranks of Lexis' men like a scythe through wheat. In the chaos of battle, Peasant 4 and Peasant 17 bear the brunt of the tentacle assault, their bodies grievously wounded by the savage strikes.</p>
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<p>Undeterred by the onslaught, both Samson's and Lexis' men rally to retaliate, their weapons striking out in a flurry of blows against the encroaching tentacles. Samson, wielding his fire lance with deadly precision, charges forward, his aim true as the lance finds its mark on one of the manipulator's massive tentacles. With a deafening explosion, the tentacle is severed from the creature's body, torn asunder by the fiery blast.</p>
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<p>Simultaneously, from the opposite flank, Lexis launches his own assault, his fire lance meeting its target with unerring accuracy. Another tentacle falls, sundered by the fiery onslaught, leaving the manipulator reeling from the loss.</p>
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<p>Yet, in its fury, the manipulator's eyes blaze with renewed intensity, a harbinger of the devastation to come. Before Samson and Lexis can fully disengage, two beams of purple energy streak forth from the manipulator's glowing eyes. Samson's Peasant 1 and Peasant 4, caught in the path of the malevolent beams, are consumed by the otherworldly energy, their forms twisting and contorting as they are transformed into purple humanoids.</p>
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<p>With a surge of dark energy, the newly created creatures merge seamlessly with the manipulator, their sacrifice fueling the creature's regeneration as it begins to mend its wounded form, tentacles sprouting anew from its grotesque body. The battlefield trembles with the ominous power of the manipulator, a stark reminder of the ever-present danger that looms over all who dare to challenge it.</p>
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As Lance charges toward the towering Manipulator, his enchanted sword gleaming with arcane energy, Galandric follows close behind with his iceman at the ready. With a thunderous roar, the Manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, a flurry of deadly strikes aimed at the brave warriors.</p>
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<p>Undeterred, Lance swings his sword with precision, the enchanted blade slicing through the air as it cleaves through the thick tentacles. Each strike leaves a trail of frost and flame in its wake, freezing and burning the tendrils before him. Despite his valiant efforts, Lance finds himself overwhelmed by the sheer number of tentacles, forced to retreat under the relentless assault.</p>
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<p>Meanwhile, Galandric focuses his attention on a critical point of the Manipulator's structure, targeting one of the larger tentacles that supports its towering form. With a fierce charge, he drives his lance deep into the thick sinew, the impact sending tremors through the creature's body. Although the blow is not enough to fully sever the tentacle, it weakens the Manipulator's stability, causing it to waver precariously.</p>
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<p>However, Galandric's triumph is short-lived as the Manipulator retaliates with swiftness and fury. Thin, agile tentacles snake forward, seeking to ensnare and crush the valiant knight. But before they can close in, Galandric's iceman leaps into action, interposing itself between its master and the deadly appendages. With swift and precise strikes, the iceman carves a path through the writhing tendrils, clearing the way for Galandric to evade the imminent threat.</p>
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The manipulator, its once-menacing tentacles ragged and depleted, appears incapable of regenerating its lost limbs. However, its eyes burn with an unsettling luminescence, brighter than ever before. To reach the source of this ominous glow, you must first sever the creature's colossal supporting tentacles.</p>
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<p>Galandric once again charges toward the towering Manipulator with his iceman by his side. Their target remains the same: one of the eight supporting tentacles that uphold the colossal creature's towering form. With a fierce battle cry, Galandric directs his lance toward the weakened tentacle, his resolve unyielding.</p>
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<p>As they approach, the eyes embedded in the Manipulator's body lock onto Galandric, sensing the imminent threat posed by his formidable presence. In a swift and coordinated assault, colored beams of energy lance out from the glowing eyes, targeting both Galandric and his iceman with deadly precision. Yet, in a selfless act of valor, the iceman shields Galandric from the brunt of the attack, absorbing the searing energy with its own body.</p>
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<p>Despite sustaining grievous injuries from the onslaught, the iceman stands firm, its resolve unbroken as it continues to protect its master. With a swift and powerful thrust, Galandric's lance connects with the targeted tentacle, shattering it with a resounding crack. The Manipulator shudders as the severed appendage falls away, its remaining tentacles moving swiftly to maintain its precarious balance.</p>
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<p>In a strategic move, Lexis and his men seize the moment to turn their attention toward Samson and his unsuspecting soldiers. With precision and speed, Lexis leads the charge, his lance striking true as it finds its mark on Samson's hunter 5, inflicting a wound upon him. Meanwhile, Lexis' men rally behind their leader, employing the inspiring Lexisan Line Tactic with remarkable skill and coordination.</p>
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<p>As the battle unfolds, the combined strength and unity of Lexis' forces prove overwhelming, driving Samson's men into a hasty retreat. Amidst the chaos of combat, the valor and skill displayed by one of Lexis' own, peasant 2, stand out prominently. Recognized for his exceptional prowess in battle, he earns the esteemed title of Rolfe 'the Strong,' a testament to his bravery and martial prowess on the battlefield.</p>
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<p>Amidst the chaos of battle, Samson and his resolute band of warriors make a strategic decision to redirect their efforts toward confronting the manipulator directly. As they advance, the manipulator unleashes a barrage of lethal beams from its radiating eyes, intent on halting their advance.</p>
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<p>Tragically, Samson's peasant 5 falls victim to the devastating assault, consumed by the searing energy of the manipulator's beam, leaving naught but a pile of ashes in its wake. Hunter 5 also suffers the same attack but survives, though grievously wounded and incapacitated by the relentless onslaught.</p>
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<p>Undeterred, the remaining soldiers press onward, their resolve unwavering as they maneuver beneath the looming shadow of the manipulator. With precision, they target one of the remaining supporting tentacles, striking with swift and decisive blows. Their concerted efforts yield success as the tentacle is destroyed, weakening the manipulator's stability.</p>
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<p>Swiftly anticipating the manipulator's next move, Samson and his men tactically retreat from the immediate vicinity, narrowly evading the wrath of the monster's retaliatory onslaught.</p>
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<p>In a daring and audacious move, Lance resolves to confront the manipulator's supporting tentacles single-handedly, driven by a fierce determination to cripple the creature's defenses. With the manipulator's eyes still in the process of recharging, Lance seizes the opportunity to strike, his frostfire enchanted sword ablaze with potent magic.</p>
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<p>As he closes in on the nearest supporting tentacle, the severed tentacle from Samson's previous assault undergoes a grotesque transformation, morphing into agile and malevolent walking appendages, poised to repel any threat to their master. Undeterred, Lance delivers a devastating blow to the supporting tentacle, causing it to freeze and erupt in a spectacular explosion.</p>
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<p>However, before he can press his advantage, the walking tentacles swarm around him, their relentless assault threatening to overwhelm him. Despite his valiant efforts to fend them off, their sheer numbers prove to be too much, and Lance finds himself ensnared beneath the manipulator's gaze.</p>
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<p>With a terrifying display of power, the manipulator's eyes blaze with multifaceted hues before converging into a chilling shade of purple. In unison, they unleash a barrage of beams, each one searing with malevolent energy, as Lance's anguished cries pierce the air.</p>
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<p>When the dust settles, Lance emerges from the onslaught, his once-heroic form now marred by thick purple skin adorned with numerous eyes. Transformed into a monstrous sentinel, he now commands the walking tentacles, sworn to defend the manipulator at any cost, his allegiance twisted by the dark influence of his master.</p>
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<p>Njal strategizes to flank Lance and his newfound minions, seeking to exploit any vulnerabilities in their defenses. With precision and skill, he delivers a decisive lance strike directly at Lance, managing to inflict damage to several of the eyes adorning his corrupted form. Seizing the momentum, Njal's men swiftly follow up with their coordinated assault, targeting and destroying a number of the menacing walking tentacles.</p>
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<p>However, Lance, empowered by his monstrous transformation, proves to be a formidable adversary. With a swift and lethal counterattack, he wields his frostfire enchanted sword with deadly accuracy, unleashing flames that engulf Thug 11 and leaving Thug 15 momentarily stunned. The manipulator, sensing the threat posed by Njal's maneuver, unleashes a devastating beam of energy that strikes with lethal precision, instantly incinerating Thug 9 and snuffing out his life in a single, devastating blow.</p>
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<p>Rojak and his men launch a relentless assault on Lance, driven by a determination to vanquish the monstrous threat he poses. Rojak's lance strikes Lance with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through the thick layer of skin covering his form and inflicting significant damage to the multitude of eyes embedded within. Meanwhile, Rojak's horse responds to his master's command, delivering a powerful kick that repels one of the encroaching walking tentacles, temporarily disrupting its advance.</p>
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<p>As Rojak's men join the fray, they engage the walking tentacles with fierce determination, wielding their weapons with skill and precision to cut down several of the menacing appendages. However, their efforts are met with a swift and devastating response from the manipulator, which unleashes a beam of purple energy directly at Lance. The force of the blast causes one of the manipulator's eyes to lose its energy and fall from its socket to the ground below.</p>
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<p>In a horrifying transformation, Lance undergoes a grotesque metamorphosis, growing larger and sprouting two formidable tentacle arms imbued with the same enchanted power as his sword. With a vicious sweep of his newly acquired appendages, Lance lashes out at Rojak's men, freezing Thug 8, 9, and 15 in their tracks with a chilling blast of frost. With a final, brutal strike, Lance shatters Thug 15, delivering a fatal blow that ends his life in an instant.</p>
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As Njal charges toward the manipulator, his focus unwavering despite the chaos unfolding around him, he catches a glimpse of Lance and Rojak locked in a fierce clash. With determination driving his actions, Njal steels himself for the imminent confrontation with the manipulator and its formidable defenses.</p>
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<p>As he and his men close in on their target, Njal quickly assesses the situation, recognizing the need to neutralize the walking tentacle minions guarding the manipulator before they can mount a coordinated defense. With precision and skill, Njal and his men launch a coordinated assault, striking down seven of the twenty minions with calculated efficiency.</p>
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<p>However, their success is short-lived as the manipulator swiftly retaliates, lashing out with one of its massive supporting tentacles in a devastating counterattack. Njal and most of his men manage to evade the deadly blow. Tragically, Thug 14 and 15 are unable to avoid the tentacle's crushing force in time, meeting a grisly end as they are pulverized by the immense weight and power of the manipulator's attack. Their broken bodies serve as grim reminders of the perilous nature of their mission.</p>
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<p>Lance and Rojak engage in a fierce battle, their determination palpable as they strive to gain the upper hand. Rojak, undeterred by the daunting sight of Lance's transformed form, charges forward with unwavering resolve, aiming his lance true at Lance's purple-veiled body.</p>
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<p>However, Lance's tentacle arms, fueled by dark enchantments, swiftly ensnare Rojak's horse, immobilizing the valiant steed before delivering a swift and lethal blow that severs its head from its body. Rojak, forced to abandon his fallen companion, joins his men in a desperate attempt to outmaneuver Lance.</p>
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<p>Yet, Lance's tentacle arms prove to be formidable weapons, wielding the dead horse carcass with terrifying strength and precision. With a devastating swing, the makeshift maul shatters the resolve of Rojak's men, claiming the lives of thug 8 and 9 in a brutal display of force. As the chaos unfolds, Lance delivers the final blow, hurling the lifeless husk of the horse at thug 10, whose fate is sealed by the deadly impact.</p>
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<p>In a display of remarkable coordination and skill, Lexis and his men, arranged in their formidable Lexisan line formation, charge headlong into the remaining throng of thirteen walking tentacle minions. With precision and determination, they swiftly dismantle the minions, their disciplined maneuvers overpowering the simple-minded creatures.</p>
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<p>With the minions dispatched, Lexis shifts his focus to the manipulator itself, directing his men's efforts towards crippling one of the few remaining supporting tentacles. Despite their success, the manipulator retaliates with ferocity, its burning eyes unleashing a devastating onslaught that claims the lives of peasant 12, 13, and 15 in a blaze of fiery destruction.</p>
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<p>Forced to reassess their strategy in the face of such formidable opposition, Lexis orders a tactical retreat, wisely choosing to regroup and consolidate their forces away from the immediate danger posed by the manipulator.</p>
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<p>In a swift and calculated maneuver, Linden prepares to launch an assault on the manipulator, only to find himself confronted by the menacing presence of Lance bearing down upon him with lethal intent. Recognizing the immediate threat posed by his former comrade transformed into a monstrous entity, Linden shifts his focus to the task at hand: neutralizing the imminent danger posed by Lance.</p>
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<p>With unparalleled agility and precision, Linden deftly evades Lance's frenzied onslaught, his movements fluid and graceful as he maneuvers his steed with the finesse of a master rider. Seizing the opportune moment, Linden delivers a devastating counterattack, leveraging his superior combat prowess to momentarily incapacitate Lance, sending the colossal figure crashing to the ground.</p>
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<p>Galandric once again confronts the manipulator, accompanied only by his steadfast iceman. With the manipulator's minions vanquished by the relentless assault of Lexis and his men, Galandric finds himself unhindered as he focuses his efforts on dismantling one of the remaining supporting tentacles.</p>
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<p>As Galandric's iceman valiantly aids in the assault, the manipulator, sensing the impending threat, unleashes a barrage of purple-hued beams from its glowing eyes, aimed directly at Galandric. With split-second reflexes, Galandric attempts to evade the onslaught, but the beams prove too swift for his maneuvers.</p>
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<p>In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Galandric's iceman leaps to his defense, intercepting the lethal beams with his own body, shielding Galandric from harm. Yet, despite the iceman's brave intervention, the malevolent energy of the manipulator's attack begins to take its toll, initiating a sinister transformation within the iceman himself.</p>
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<p>Recognizing the dire situation, Galandric swiftly retreats, leaving behind his loyal companion, now in the grip of a monstrous metamorphosis. With heavy heart and grim resolve, Galandric flees the scene, unwilling to witness the full extent of his iceman's tragic fate.</p>
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With only two supporting tentacles remaining, the manipulator calls upon Lance to bolster its defenses once more. A piercing beam of purple energy lances out from one of its remaining three eyes, targeting one of the tentacles. In a swift and decisive strike, the tentacle is severed from the manipulator's body, only to be absorbed by Lance.</p>
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<p>As the tentacle melds into Lance's form, a surge of vitality courses through him, revitalizing his strength. Yet, the eye responsible for the outcome falls from its socket, shattering upon impact with the ground, its power expended.</p>
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<p>Now stripped down to its essence, the manipulator stands on its last leg, guarded fiercely by Lance and the towering ice minion, its end is approaching.</p>
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<p>Samson, determined to take down Lance, charges forward while his men engage the formidable ice beast. With precision, Samson's lance strikes true, damaging one of Lance's tentacle arms. Before he can retreat, Lance's remaining tentacle grabs hold of his steed's hind leg. Acting swiftly, Samson dismounts, narrowly escaping as Lance's sword cleaves his horse in two.</p>
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<p>As Samson battles Lance, his men valiantly try to fend off the ice beast but to no avail. The beast, with relentless fury, tears through their ranks. Peasant 2 and 3 are mercilessly shredded, and Hunter 5 is crushed under its icy onslaught. Realizing the dire situation, Samson calls for a retreat, pulling back with the few remaining men, leaving the manipulator and its monstrous guardians behind.</p>
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<p>As Lance, driven by a mix of defiance and desperation, attacks the Manipulator's last remaining tentacle, the colossal body of the manipulator crashes to the ground. From within, a swarm of tentacles erupts, ensnaring both Lance and the ice beast. Despite Lance's attempts to fight back with his enchanted sword, the manipulator's partial control over his body makes resistance futile. In moments, the ice beast emerges transformed, with Lance's face grotesquely fused to the side of its head. The creature's body is now wrapped in a writhing armor of tentacles, and on its forehead gleams the manipulator's final eye, the source of its control.</p>
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<p>The ice beast, now infused with the power that once belonged to Lance, lets out a terrifying roar. Its claws, glowing with the same enchanted magic that once strengthened Lance's sword, cut through the air as it charges toward Lance's scattered men. The terrified soldiers flee in all directions, but the beast's speed is unmatched. It swiftly catches Hunter 4 and Hunter 7, devouring them to heal itself.</p>
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<p>Lexis readies his men for a final clash with the unstable, raging beast that the Manipulator has become. As they advance, the Manipulator, now a grotesque fusion of Lance, ice and tentacles, charges at them with unbridled fury. The giant eye embedded in its forehead glows briefly, paralyzing Lexis' steed. Realizing the horse is beyond help, Lexis quickly dismounts and moves out of the way. The Manipulator's strike sends the horse flying thirty feet, a testament to its immense strength.</p>
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<p>Seizing the opportunity, Lexis' men launch their attack from all sides, piercing the tentacle armor with their weapons. Lexis himself draws his sword and thrusts it into the side of the Manipulator's face, directly where Lance's face is grotesquely fused. The dual screams of the Manipulator and Lance echo across the battlefield, a sound so horrific that it forces all around to drop their weapons and cover their ears.</p>
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<p>In its agony, the Manipulator grabs Lexis and hurls him back towards his men, creating distance between itself and the attackers. Despite the pain and chaos, Lexis and his men quickly regroup, readying themselves for what they hope will be the final assault. The Manipulator, now severely wounded and leaking purple liquid from multiple wounds, seems more desperate and unstable than ever, but still dangerously powerful. The endgame is near, and the outcome teeters on a knife's edge.</p>
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<p>Galandric's men meticulously wrap their master's armor with the grotesque remains of the Manipulator collected throughout the battle. The intent is clear: to confuse and distract the creature, using its own remnants against it.</p>
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<p>Taking the strategy a step further, Galandric dips his sword into a strange concoction his men have crafted using the remains of the Manipulator. The mixture, a foul-smelling brew of green blood, fragmented eyes, and other viscera, seeps into the blade. Galandric hopes this infusion will imbue his sword with some of the Manipulator's own power, turning its essence against it.</p>
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<p>As Galandric readies himself for the next assault, his transformed armor and weapon radiate a dark, unsettling energy. His men, bolstered by their leader's grim resolve, prepare to support him in what promises to be the final, decisive clash against the Manipulator.</p>
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Galandric orders his men to fan out across the battlefield, their voices echoing with taunts and insults aimed directly at Lance, hoping to reach the fragment of their comrade still trapped within the Manipulator. Galandric himself approaches the monstrous entity with quiet determination, his armor grotesquely adorned with the Manipulator's own remains, a deliberate provocation.</p>
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<p>As Galandric advances, Lance's face, twisted in agony and rage, notices him and emits a chilling scream. The Manipulator turns its massive body towards Galandric, blood seeping from its wounds and leaving a gruesome trail. Undeterred, Galandric charges forward, knowing he must keep the beast's attention on him.</p>
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<p>In the distance, Linden charges towards the Manipulator, a glint of resolve in his eyes. But for now, the creature's focus is solely on Galandric, enraged by the sight of its own dismembered parts decorating his armor. The Manipulator lunges with terrifying speed. Galandric dismounts just in time, narrowly escaping the brunt of the attack that crushes his horse.</p>
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<p>Thrown to the ground, Galandric quickly rises and strikes at the Manipulator near Lance's face. Lance's face contorts in pain, letting out a scream that further infuriates the beast. As the Manipulator's eye begins to glow ominously, signaling another deadly beam, Linden seizes the moment.</p>
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<p>Linden's lance strikes true, piercing the glowing eye with perfect precision. The eye explodes in a blinding burst of light and force, pushing everyone nearby to the ground. Galandric and Linden roll across the battlefield, disoriented but alive.</p>
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=The Final Round - The Last Man Standing=

Latest revision as of 02:41, 26 May 2024

Contents

Melee Event Announcement

With everyone now prepared, we are excited to officially commence the event. Each round will feature a distinct format, ranging from free-for-alls to unexpected team-ups with participants you may not prefer. Throughout the event, the number of turns per round will vary, demanding strategic decisions on whom to attack and which tactics to employ. The rest will be left to chance.

Our inaugural round kicks off as a free-for-all, spanning three intense turns. The last participant standing will secure an additional 5 points. Following this round, all participants will receive a baseline of 5 points. Furthermore, the individual chosen as the crowd's favorite will earn an extra 3 points. Remember to captivate and entertain your audience. You have one day to craft your strategy for the upcoming round. Best of luck to all participants! May the melee unfold in your favor!

Round 1 - Free-For-All, 3 Turns

Basic Reward: 5 points
Last Man Standing Reward: 5 points
Crowd's Favourite: 3 points

Turn 1

Round I - Turn 1


The exhilarating first turn of the round kicks off with all participants thundering towards each other on their mighty steeds.

Lance skillfully thrusts the tip of his lance at Linden, who retaliates with a perfectly timed strike of his own. The clash sends shockwaves through Lance, but Linden's lance leaves a mark on Lance's weapon.

Seizing the opportunity, Njal exploits the moment and delivers a powerful blow, almost sending Lance tumbling off his horse.

Quick on the draw, Samson seizes the chance to strike at Njal. In the midst of the chaos, Galandric and Lexis engage in a fierce exchange. With a single, expertly aimed blow to Galandric's chest, Lexis dismounts him in a spectacle of skill. However, Galandric's counterattack lands on one of Lexis' hired peasants, leaving the unfortunate soul wounded in the midst of the thrilling battlefield.


Turn 2

Round I - Turn 2


The second turn of the round erupts into utter chaos as the battlefield becomes a flurry of swift movements and clashes.

Lance, seizing the moment, shifts his focus to Galandric, who is still recovering from Lexis' brutal initial strike. Lance's lance collides with Galandric's shield, forcefully pushing him back.

Undeterred by Lance's assault, Galandric swiftly pursues Lexis, managing to strike him with his sword just as Lexis attempts to ride away.

In a surprising turn of events, Linden switches targets and charges after Samson. With precision, he lands a clean blow that momentarily throws Samson off balance.

Recovering swiftly, Samson retaliates, directing his attack at Galandric, who had just finished engaging with Lexis. Despite Samson's forceful strike, Galandric's shield proves resilient and withstands the assault.

Meanwhile, Njal redirects his attention to the closest target, which happens to be Linden. Riding after him, Njal times his attack perfectly, striking Linden as soon as he completes his maneuver. Despite the impact, Linden skillfully regains his balance.

Not to be outdone, Lexis turns away from Galandric and charges at Samson. With finesse, Lexis delivers a powerful and clean attack on Samson, who manages to cling to his horse, at least for the time being. The battlefield pulses with the intensity of each rider's maneuvers and the clash of weapons.


Turn 3

Round I - Turn 3


As the final turn of the round unfolds, the battlefield is charged with anticipation. Lance charges at Samson, delivering a swift blow that nearly dislodges him from his horse. However, Samson retaliates with equal vigor, countering Lance's attack and almost causing him to lose balance on his mount.

Undeterred by his earlier dismount, Galandric persists in chasing Lexis. Catching up just before Lexis initiates his charge, Galandric lands a forceful blow directly to Lexis' body. The impact is powerful enough to almost dismount Lexis, but he skillfully regains his balance, swiftly returning a blow to Galandric.

Linden changes course, riding toward Njal with remarkable speed. Upon catching up, he delivers a strong blow to Njal, who resiliently shakes it off. In a surprising turn, Njal retaliates with a hit that catches Linden off guard.

Despite the intense exchanges, everyone manages to survive the round. Although Galandric got dismounted early on, he valiantly endured with sword and shield in hand, earning the admiration of the cheering crowds.

In a show of respect for the surviving participants, the last man standing points are evenly distributed among them. Each participant gains 1 point in addition to the 10 basic participation points. Galandric, overcoming his dismount, earns an additional 3 points for being the crowd's favorite player of the round, receiving a well-deserved ovation from the spectators.


Round 2 - Pair Teams, 4 Turns

Basic Reward: 5 points
Last Man Standing Reward: 5 points
Crowd's Favourite: 3 points

Teams
Galandric & Njal
Samson & Rojak
Linden & Lexis
Lance & Guest Knight

Turn 1

Melee Event - Round II, Turn 1

Welcome to the heart-pounding Round II, where participants are thrust into dynamic pairs, ready to clash in an exhilarating battle! The first turn plunges us into the fierce faceoff between Galandric and Njal, who unleash Njal's charge attack tactic against the formidable duo of Linden and Lexis.

In a breathtaking display of strategy, Linden and Lexis swiftly formulate a countercharge formation, shattering Galandric and Njal's initial assault and scattering them across the field. The counterattack takes its toll, demoralizing one of Njal's thugs. Undeterred, Galandric and Njal retaliate with precision, each landing a lance attack on Lexis' peasants, inflicting injuries upon two of them.

Meanwhile, Samson and Rojak join the fray, employing the Dragon Tamer tactic against Galandric and Njal. In this clash of simple tactics, neither team gains a distinct advantage. Samson's forces manage to unsettle one of Njal's men, but the skirmish stops short of significant impact. Samson and Rojak, however, succeed in landing hits on Njal's thug and Galandric's skirmisher, causing injuries to both.

The battlefield narrative takes an unexpected turn as Linden and Lexis set their sights on Lance and the Guest Knight in a daring countercharge. Yet, their plans are thwarted by Lance's Ace tactic. Lance's men break into Lexis' formation, instigating panic among Lexis' troops, with one appearing visibly terrified by the swift retaliation. Undeterred, Linden and Lexis regroup, charging towards Lance and his men. Linden inflicts an injury on one of Lance's hunters, while Lexis manages to scratch Lance's armor with a well-placed attack.

The tension escalates as Lance and the Guest Knight retaliate, charging at Linden and Lexis. The countercharge disrupts their formation, plunging chaos into Lexis' ranks. A serious blow to one of Lexis' peasants leaves the troops demoralized. Lance capitalizes on the chaos, landing a hit on another of Lexis' peasants, while the Guest Knight's attack targets Lexis' chest, intensifying the gripping chaos of Round II.


Turn 2

Melee Event - Round II, Turn 2


The pairs continue their clash in a thrilling sequence of maneuvers.

Galandric and Njal, undeterred by their initial setback, persist with their charge attack against Linden and Lexis. However, the duo's formidable countercharge tactic prevails once again, causing chaos in Galandric and Njal's ranks. In a surprising turn, Lexis' men successfully dismount Galandric from his horse, shocking one of Galandric's soldiers who loses his fighting spirit. Galandric swiftly recovers, drawing his sword to retaliate. He manages to wound Lexis' third peasant, while Njal lands a powerful lance attack on Lexis himself.

The relentless assault continues as Samson and Rojak press their attack on Galandric and Njal. Although unable to break their formation, the ferocity of Samson and Rojak's assault scares off Njal's skirmisher. Samson successfully executes a charge attack on dismounted Galandric. Despite his resilience, Galandric faces the question of how long he can withstand such a brutal onslaught. Rojak, on the other hand, manages to injure Njal's last thug.

In a strategic shift, Linden and Lexis redirect their focus to Samson and Rojak. Their countercharge disrupts Samson's formation, significantly demoralizing his entire unit. Linden and Lexis follow up with charge attacks that injure both of Samson's retired soldiers.

Meanwhile, Lance and the Guest Knight refuse to relent in their pursuit of Linden and Lexis. Their relentless assault greatly shakes Lexis' formation, causing his entire unit to lose morale. Lance and the Guest Knight swiftly follow up with lance attacks, injuring two of Lexis' peasants. Lance's lance attack proves fatal, claiming the life of Lexis' badly injured eighth peasant in a dramatic turn of events. The battlefield pulses with adrenaline as the second turn of Round II reaches its gripping climax.


Turn 3

Melee Event - Round II, Turn 3


The pairs show a spectacular display of strategic shifts and daring maneuvers.

Galandric and Njal, seeking a fresh target, set their sights on Lance and the Guest Knight. Their men execute a charge attack against Lance's Ace tactic, countering it successfully and demoralizing Lance's first hunter. Njal expertly rides through Lance's ranks, landing a powerful attack on Lance's first hunter and inflicting injuries. Galandric, following on foot, manages to injure Lance's second hunter with his sword, adding to the pressure on their formidable opponents.

The relentless pursuit from Samson and Rojak continues as they press on against Galandric and Njal. Utilizing their Dragon Tamer tactic, they successfully intimidate one of Galandric's skirmishers. The subsequent lance attacks are executed with precision – Samson lands a clean hit on Njal's first thug, while Rojak's attack injures Galandric's second skirmisher, leaving the soldier visibly shaken.

Linden and Lexis, undeterred by their previous encounter, return to face Lance and the Guest Knight once more. Unfortunately, their countercharge tactic proves ineffective against Lance's Ace tactic. The failed attempt results in the intimidation of one of Lexis' peasants. However, Linden and Lexis rally, launching lance attacks to push back Lance's men. In a riveting twist, Linden's horse trembles over Lance's second hunter, who, already wounded from previous encounters, succumbs to the impact and tumbles like a ragdoll. The battlefield echoes with the intensity of the clash, and the crowd gasps at the unexpected turn of events. Simultaneously, Lexis inflicts a brutal lance attack on Lance's last remaining hunter, piercing his chest and pinning him to the ground, leaving Lance and the Guest Knight unitless.

Unyielding in the face of adversity, Lance and the Guest Knight change their target, directing their bravery towards Samson and Rojak. Despite having no men left to back them up, they charge into Samson's forces. Lance executes a beautiful lance attack on Rojak, temporarily causing him to lose balance, while the Guest Knight lands a hit on Samson's second retired soldier, inflicting injury in a brave and audacious assault. The battlefield roars with excitement as the third turn of Round II reaches its climax.


Turn 4

Melee Event - Round II, Final Turn

In the climactic final turn of Round II, the battlefield crackles with tension as the pairs engage in a flurry of strategic moves and fierce attacks.

Lance and the Guest Knight, seizing the opportunity before Samson and Rojak could recover, swiftly turn around to strike again. Lance's lance attack pierces through Samson's first hunter, lifting the unfortunate man off his feet and delivering a fatal blow. The Guest Knight follows up with precision, landing a clean hit on Samson's second retired soldier, inflicting further wounds in a swift and deadly assault.

Meanwhile, Linden and Lexis, having shifted their focus back to Samson and Rojak, unleash their countercharge formation. The formidable tactic shakes Samson's entire unit, sowing panic among the ranks. Capitalizing on the chaos, Linden charges at Rojak, delivering a brutal hit to his chest that almost knocks him off his horse. Lexis attempts to follow up, but Samson's first retired soldier blocks the attack, resulting in an injury to the valiant defender.

Undeterred, Samson and Rojak press on with their assault on Galandric and Njal, successfully intimidating Galandric's first skirmisher. The subsequent lance attacks are executed with precision. Samson's lance pierces through Njal's first thug, ending the thug's life in a swift stroke. Rojak, in turn, manages to injure Njal's second thug, further weakening their formidable opponents.

In a surprising turn of events, Galandric and Njal catch Lance and the Guest Knight off guard, successfully surrounding the Guest Knight and dismounting him from his horse. Galandric capitalizes on the opportunity, landing a clean hit on Lance, who had turned around to save the Guest Knight. Simultaneously, Njal lands a light hit on Lance's armor, marking a strategic victory for Galandric and Njal as the final turn of Round II concludes in a blaze of excitement.

With the final turn concluded, the participants gracefully retreat from the arena, leaving behind a battlefield echoing with the echoes of their strategic clashes. The crowd, stirred by the valor displayed, erupts in cheers, with Lance's name resounding through the arena for his courageous fight despite losing all of his men.

In recognition of each participant's efforts, they are all rewarded with 5 points. Since no team was eliminated, the coveted last team standing reward is generously distributed among all participants, elevating their total reward to 6 points each.

In a nod to individual achievements, those who managed to land a killing blow are granted an additional point per kill, acknowledging their prowess on the battlefield. As the cheers of the crowd and the echoes of battle fade, Lance is rightfully celebrated as the crowd's favorite for this round, adding a well-deserved congratulations to his name. The arena stands witness to the camaraderie and skill displayed by the participants in this thrilling round.


Round 3 - Swordfighting Tournament, 7 matches

Basic Reward: 10 points
Tournament Winner: 10 points - Linden
Tournament Runner-up: 5 points - Galandric
Crowd's Favourite: 3 points - Samson, Rojak, Lexis (1 point each)

Part 1

Melee Event - Round III, Part 1

Round 3 kicks off with an electrifying lineup of swordsmen ready to test their mettle against one another! As the names of our participants are drawn from the box, the matchups will be revealed!

In the first group, we have Samson, Lance, and Galadric poised for battle, while the remaining participants make up the second group. Galadric, luck is on your side! You are our wildcard and you will advance to the second round without a fight.

The tournament round will start with the thrilling duel between Samson and Lance, followed by the intense clash between Rojak and Njal. The first round will conclude with the epic showdown between Linden and Lexis. With blades drawn and determination in their eyes, these skilled swordsmen are ready to carve their names into the annals of history. Let the duels begin!


Part 2

Melee Event - Round III, Part 2 - 1st Round - Samson vs Lance

The tension in the arena reaches a fever pitch as Samson and Lance step onto the stage, clad in gleaming armor and gripping their swords tightly. Their eyes lock in a silent exchange of determination, the anticipation palpable in the air.

With the signal of the whistle, the stage ignites as Samson launches into a fierce charge, his aggression met by Lance's unwavering defense. The clash of steel fills the arena as they exchange lightning-fast swings, each testing the other's skill and resolve.

In a breathtaking moment, Samson's blade finds its mark, landing a clean hit on Lance's left arm. Yet, Lance refuses to yield, his determination fueling a swift retaliation. With a newfound understanding of his opponent's tactics, Lance unleashes a flurry of attacks, striking Samson four times with relentless precision, each blow inflicting its toll.

But Samson, undeterred by the onslaught, fights on with unwavering resolve. In a daring display of grit, he manages to land two more hits on Lance's sword hand, breaking bones and leaving Lance reeling.

As the dust settles and the echoes of battle fade, Lance emerges victorious, his skill and precision earning him the title of the victor. Though bloodied and bruised, both warriors leave their mark on the stage, their fierce duel a testament to the thrill and intensity of the swordfighting arena.


Part 3

Melee Event - Round III, Part 3 - 1st Round - Rojak vs Njal

The stage is set for the next thrilling duel as Rojak and Njal step into the arena. With the ferocity of a charging bull, Rojak launches himself forward, his determination evident in every stride. Yet, standing before him like an unyielding fortress is Njal, his presence commanding and resolute.

Before Rojak can even raise his sword, Njal strikes with lightning speed, his blade finding its mark with pinpoint accuracy on Rojak's right shoulder. The force of the blow sends sharp pain from Rojak's shoulder down to his back, leaving him staggered and off balance.

With relentless precision, Njal presses his advantage, delivering a barrage of powerful blows that push Rojak perilously close to the edge of the stage. Despite his valiant efforts to retaliate, Rojak finds himself overwhelmed by Njal's onslaught.

With each strike, Njal chips away at Rojak's defenses, his blows landing with devastating impact. Rojak struggles to maintain his footing as the relentless assault takes its toll, his left knee buckling under the force of Njal's relentless assault.

Yet, in a display of sheer determination, Rojak summons the last of his strength to launch a counterattack, his blade finding its mark with impressive accuracy before the final whistle signals the end of the match.

In a stunning display of dominance, Njal emerges as the undisputed victor, his masterful control over his sword securing his advancement to the next round. The crowd erupts in awe at the spectacle before them, witnessing firsthand the sheer power and skill of these formidable warriors.


Part 4

Melee Event - Round III, Part 4 - 1st Round - Linden vs Lexis

The stage is alive with anticipation as Linden and Lexis step forward to face each other in the arena. With swords drawn and eyes ablaze, they waste no time, eager to prove their mettle in the heat of battle.

As the whistle echoes through the arena, Lexis swiftly closes the distance, his movements agile and precise. Yet, before he can fully engage, Linden's blade swings with lightning speed, aiming for Lexis's exposed flank. However, Lexis's reflexes prove quicker than anticipated, his strike finding its mark on Linden's shoulder.

Undeterred by the initial setback, Linden retaliates with ferocity, launching a relentless assault on Lexis. With a flurry of blows, he strikes with impeccable precision, landing three consecutive hits to Lexis's head. Lexis, caught off guard, grapples to adjust his helmet amidst the onslaught, but Linden refuses to relent, pressing forward with unwavering determination.

Despite Lexis's attempts to create distance and recover, Linden maintains the pressure, his relentless barrage of attacks leaving no room for respite. With each strike, he chips away at Lexis's defenses, landing three more blows to Lexis's sword arm, disrupting his balance and resolve.

As the struggle intensifies, Lexis fights back with newfound determination, managing to land a retaliatory blow on Linden's left shoulder. Yet, before either combatant can claim victory, the second whistle signals the end of the match, leaving the outcome hanging in the balance.

Though the event host has yet to declare the winner, the crowd's unanimous acclaim leaves no doubt – Linden emerges as the victorious champion, his skill and tenacity earning him the adulation of the crowd.


Part 5

Melee Event - Round III, Part 5 - Semi-Final - Lance vs Galandric

The atmosphere crackles with anticipation as Lance and Galandric take their places on the stage, the crowd bracing for what promises to be a swift and decisive battle. Lance, his swordhand wrapped in bandages, adopts a defensive stance, wary of his opponent's approach.

Galandric, recognizing Lance's weakened state, advances with calculated precision, launching a series of light attacks that Lance struggles to block. As the tempo of the duel intensifies, Galandric gradually increases his speed, quickly outpacing Lance's ability to defend himself.

With each successive strike, Galandric's blows find their mark, targeting Lance's vulnerable sides and feet with ruthless efficiency. Despite Lance's valiant efforts to counter, Galandric maintains his relentless assault, leaving Lance with no opportunity to retaliate.

In a display of overwhelming dominance, Galandric emerges victorious, his skill and strategy proving too much for the wounded Lance to overcome. As Lance exits the stage, defeated but unbowed, the crowd offers a respectful applause, acknowledging his valiant effort.

Galandric, bathed in the glow of victory, acknowledges the cheers of the crowd with a wave of his hand before departing the stage. His flawless performance leaves no doubt as to his superiority in combat, earning him the admiration of both spectators and fellow competitors alike.


Part 6

Melee Event - Round III, Part 6 - Semi-Final - Njal vs Linden

The tension in the arena is palpable as Njal and Linden take their places on the stage, their previous victories casting a shadow of anticipation over the match. With bated breath, the crowd awaits the signal to begin.

As the whistle pierces the air, Njal and Linden cautiously approach each other, their movements calculated and deliberate. In a flurry of steel, Njal strikes first, landing a precise blow to Linden's torso. But Linden, undeterred, retaliates swiftly, his own strike finding its mark on Njal's left shoulder, the clash of their swords echoing through the arena as they lock blades.

With a display of skill and determination, Njal breaks the standoff, delivering a powerful blow to Linden's left arm. Yet Linden refuses to yield, answering with a decisive strike to Njal's right thigh. The exchange of blows continues, each combatant pushing the other to their limits.

In a moment of intense ferocity, Njal lands a devastating blow to Linden's left shoulder, eliciting a pained cry from his opponent. But Linden, fueled by sheer determination, presses forward with a fierce shout, summoning his remaining strength to mount a relentless assault on Njal.

With a final surge of energy, Linden brings Njal to his knees, the crowd erupting into chants of his name as they applaud his remarkable display of skill and resilience. Despite the injury to his shoulder, Linden emerges victorious, his unwavering resolve earning him the admiration of all who witness his triumph.

As Linden prepares for the ultimate showdown against Galandric, the stage is set for a clash of titans, with the crowd of the tournament waiting to see the greatest swordsman.


Part 7

Melee Event - Round III, Part 7 - The Final - Galandric vs Linden

The stage is set for the ultimate showdown as Galandric and Linden square off, the final best-of-three matches poised to determine the victor of the tournament round. With three intense bouts ahead, the tension in the arena is palpable.

As the event host blows his whistle, both combatants close the distance, their swords gleaming in the light. Galandric, seizing the initiative, strikes first with a precise blow to Linden's injured shoulder, eliciting a grimace of pain from his opponent. However, Linden retaliates with determination, landing two powerful blows to Galandric's left arm.

Undeterred, Galandric shifts his strategy, aiming to exploit Linden's weakened left side. With lightning speed, he rains down a barrage of strikes on Linden's left side, inflicting further injury and pain. The first match ends with Galandric emerging victorious, scoring five hits compared to Linden's two.

After a brief interlude, the combatants return to the stage for the second match. This time, Linden demonstrates remarkable agility and skill, swiftly breaking away from a standstill to land a precise strike on Galandric's sword hand, injuring his fingers. Galandric retaliates in kind, landing a blow on Linden's left hand, further weakening his grip on the sword. In a close contest, Linden emerges as the winner of the match, landing three hits to Galandric's two.

With everything on the line, Galandric and Linden face off for the final match. Linden seizes the initiative, launching a relentless assault that leaves Galandric struggling to defend himself. Despite Galandric's valiant efforts to regain control, Linden's relentless blows prove too much to withstand. In a dramatic finale, Linden overwhelms Galandric, knocking him to the ground in a decisive victory.

The crowd erupts in wild applause as Linden raises his sword in triumph, the victor of the tournament round. With the thrilling conclusion of Round III, the event host gathers all the participants to announce the distribution of points. Each participant is awarded 10 points in recognition of their participation and valiant efforts throughout the tournament. Additionally, Samson, Rojak, and Lexis are acknowledged for their aggressive performances, each receiving their share of the crowd's reward for their contributions to the event. Galandric, for his outstanding display of skill and resilience, is awarded an additional 5 points, further solidifying his position as a formidable contender.

However, it is Linden who emerges as the true hero of Round III, basking in the glory of his triumph as the ultimate champion. In recognition of his remarkable victory, Linden is granted 10 additional points, cementing his status as a legend of the tournament.

With cheers and accolades ringing in their ears, the participants depart the stage, their names etched in the annals of tournament history.


Round 4 - Free-For-All

Basic Reward: 15 points
Crowd's Favourite: 3 points - Linden (For dismounting Samson)

Turn I

Melee Event - Round IV, Turn 1

The first turn of the Round IV ignites with Galandric leading the charge, his lance aimed true at one of Lexis' men. With a thunderous impact, Galandric's lance impales Lexis' 7th peasant, claiming a grim victory. His men stand firm, poised for the clash, while Lexis' forces brace for the impending assault in their counter-charge formation. Despite both employing formation tactics, neither side gains a decisive advantage, though Galandric's men manage to chip away at Lexis' morale.

Meanwhile, Lance executes a swift strike, his lance finding its mark on Rojak's 2nd thug. A brutal follow-up from Lance's steed leaves the thug grievously wounded, his chest shattered under the force of the horse's hooves. The momentum shifts as Lance's men surge forward with the ace tactic, instilling fear in Rojak's ranks.

Njal, ever the relentless force, strikes down Samson's 2nd retired soldier with ruthless efficiency, sending shockwaves through Samson's dwindling forces. His men charge forth, further eroding Samson's resolve as the last retired soldier falters under the onslaught.

Samson, undeterred by the chaos, drives his lance into Rojak's left shoulder, the impact jolting his adversary. With a strategic flourish, Samson's men invoke the dragon tamer tactic, sending waves of panic through Rojak's ranks, leaving his first thug reeling.

In a daring move, Rojak turns his lance towards Lance, leaving a shallow gash on Lance's armor. His men seize the opportunity, catching Lance's 1st hunter off guard and demoralizing him.

Meanwhile, Linden's precision strike leaves a dent in Lance's armor before deftly disarming Lance's 3rd hunter, leaving confusion in his wake.

As the battlefield erupts in chaos, Lexis successfully unleashes his fire lance on Galandric's Baelrican blademaster. Though lightly injured, the blademaster stands firm as Lexis' men surge forward with a counter-charge formation, testing the resolve of Galandric's forces.


Turn 2

Melee Event - Round IV, Turn 2


The second turn unfolds with Lexis seizing the initiative, his lance finding its mark on Rojak's helm, denting the sturdy armor. However, Lexis' attempt to capitalize on the attack falters as his men are ensnared in the fray with Galandric's forces. Despite their efforts, they focus their assault on Galandric's men, chipping away at their resolve.

In the midst of the tumultuous battle, Linden exhibits remarkable accuracy as he delivers a precise lance attack, targeting Lexis' 9th peasant with unwavering precision. The force of the strike leaves the peasant wounded and disarmed, a testament to Linden's unparalleled skill and precision on the battlefield, showcasing his prowess as a formidable adversary.

Rojak retaliates by driving his lance into Njal's 2nd thug, leaving him wounded. His men follow suit, prompting Njal's 1st peasant to falter under the relentless assault.

Samson joins the fray, his lance finding its mark on Lance's 2nd hunter, wounding him. Samson's last man try to join their master but Njal's men refuse to let them go. Instead, Samson's man invokes the dragon tamer tactic, seeking to quickly push Njal's men out of the way. The clash leaves Njal's Orzian Skirmisher stunned and demoralized.

Demonstrating unwavering determination, Njal delivers a relentless blow, striking down Samson's final retired soldier with precision. Seizing the moment, his men swiftly capitalize on the opportunity, encircling Samson and launching a relentless assault. Despite their efforts, they fall short of dismounting him, as Samson skillfully breaks through their ranks and retreats from the fray.

Lance's lance strikes true, finding its mark on Galandric's 2nd Orzian Skirmisher, followed by a powerful blow from his horse, nearly delivering a fatal headshot to the unfortunate soldier. As Lance's men execute their maneuvers with precision, employing the ace tactic to devastating effect, they gain morale, driving deeper into Galandric's ranks. Amidst the chaos, Galandric's 1st Orzian Skirmisher succumbs to panic, further adding to the tumult of battle.

In a swift and decisive move, Galandric retaliates with a lethal lance attack, piercing through Lexis' 9th peasant and extinguishing his life in a heartbeat. With resolve, Galandric's men hold their ground, unyielding in the face of adversity. As Lexis' attempt at a counter-charge formation falters, his 3rd peasant is left dismayed by the ineffective strategy, adding to the tension on the battlefield.


Turn 3

Melee Event - Round IV, Turn 3 - Final Turn


As the final turn of the round unfolds, Galandric maintains his relentless assault on Lexis, inflicting a wound upon his 2nd peasant. Despite the ferocity of Galandric's attack, his men stand firm against Lexis' attempted counter-charge. However, the sight of Galandric's men steadfastly holding their ground incites frustration in Lexis' 1st peasant, witnessing their refusal to be ensnared by the tactics employed by Lexis' forces.

Meanwhile, Lance executes a swift lance attack, targeting Linden's right shoulder and leaving behind a shallow scratch mark. His horse attempts to strike Linden's mount, but narrowly misses its mark. Taking advantage of their numerical superiority, Lance's men quickly surround Linden, subjecting him to a brief flurry of blows before Linden manages to evade their grasp and make his escape.

In a strategic maneuver, Njal shifts his focus to Rojak, launching a swift assault on Rojak's 3rd thug and inflicting a wound upon him. Seizing the opportunity, Njal's men charge into the fray, causing alarm among Rojak's forces, particularly unsettling his 3rd thug.

Meanwhile, Samson, riding solo, makes a daring move towards Galandric, managing to land a scratch on his armor before swiftly withdrawing from the confrontation.

Amidst the chaos, Rojak's lance strikes randomly, grazing Samson's shield. His men swiftly follow suit, subjecting Samson to a brief flurry of blows before he skillfully evades their grasp and escapes their clutches.

With determination blazing in his eyes, Linden charges after Samson, swiftly closing the distance between them. With a swift and precise strike, Linden lands a decisive blow to Samson's back, causing him to be dismounted from his horse. The crowd erupts into a frenzy of cheers and applause, captivated by the spectacular display of skill and prowess witnessed before them.

All of sudden, Lexis dismounts from his horse and swiftly pursues Njal's third thug , delivering a decisive strike that quickly ends the thug's life with a single blow. As Lexis's men move in to support the attack, they find themselves hindered by Galandric's forces, unable to disengage from the conflict. A clash ensues between Lexis's men and Galandric's, prompting Galandric's Baelrican blademaster to express frustration at the encroachment of Lexis's forces, feeling slightly unsettled by their proximity.

With the final clash of weapons echoing across the arena, the round draws to a close. Participants lower their weapons and retreat from the stage, their battle fervor temporarily subdued as they reflect on the outcomes of their encounters. The air is charged with anticipation and tension, as participants prepare to regroup and strategize for the challenges that lie ahead in the ensuing rounds.


Round 5 - Monster Raid

Basic Reward: 10 points
Bonus points per Monster: 10 points
Crowd's Favourite: 5 points

Turn 1

Melee Event - Round V, Turn 1-1: The Serpent Trio

As the round commences, participants rush into the arena, their weapons at the ready, anticipation coursing through their veins. In the center of the arena looms a colossal cage, housing three monstrous serpents, their sinister eyes fixed hungrily on the approaching warriors.

With the piercing noise of the whistle, the cage door crashes open, unleashing the serpents into the fray. Galandric, Lance, Linden, Njal, Lexis, and Samson converge on the serpents, their weapons flashing in the sunlight, while Rojak veers off course, randomly targeting Njal instead.

Galandric charges forth with unparalleled ferocity, his lance striking true against the green serpent. As the serpent recoils in agony, it retaliates with a venomous spray of acidic spit aimed at Galandric. With lightning reflexes, Galandric raises his shield to block the deadly onslaught, but the corrosive substance begins to eat away at the metal, forcing him to hastily discard it. Undeterred, Galandric swiftly maneuvers out of harm's way, allowing his troops to press the attack. They deliver a barrage of strikes upon the serpent's scaled hide, drawing blood before retreating to safety, wary of the serpent's lethal counterattack.

Lance wastes no time, charging forth with unwavering determination, his lance aimed squarely at the green serpent. With a deft maneuver, he narrowly evades the serpent's acidic spray, but two of his hunters are not as fortunate, their screams echoing through the arena as the corrosive substance eats away at their flesh. Despite their agonizing injuries, they stand their ground, fighting alongside their comrades to deliver decisive blows to the serpent's scaly hide.

Meanwhile, Linden launches himself into the fray, his lance poised for a precise strike at the serpent's vulnerable head. Caught off guard by Lance's diversion, the serpent fails to anticipate Linden's attack until it is too late. With a resounding impact, Linden's lance finds its mark, shattering one of the serpent's venomous fangs. In retaliation, the serpent lashes out with its powerful tail, but Linden's swift reflexes and sturdy shield deflect the blow, allowing him to maintain his ground in the face of danger.

Njal flanked the green serpent, his lance a blur as he struck with deadly precision at its tail. The beast, whipped with pain, twisted in his direction, jaws agape to unleash its acidic venom. With the agility of a seasoned warrior, Njal danced back, the splatter just singeing his cloak. But his underlings weren't as swift. A sickening spray caught the 3rd thug and 2nd Orzian Skirmisher. Their screams echoed through the arena as the acid ate through their armor, searing their flesh. Yet, fueled by a warrior's spirit, they pressed the attack, their weapons finding purchase on the serpent's thrashing body. The beast, riddled with wounds, bled profusely, its emerald hide slick with its own lifeblood.

Lexis, recognizing an opportunity, directs his men's attention towards the red serpent instead. With a powerful thrust of his lance, he goads his horse into action, drawing the ire of the fiery beast. As flames engulf him, Lexis valiantly shields himself, though not without sustaining minor burns. Undeterred, his men swiftly close in on the serpent, striking it with coordinated attacks before it can unleash its fiery breath once more.

Rojak spurred his steed towards Njal, who was marshalling his men for another assault. Rojak landed a glancing blow on Njal's shield, a mere pinprick against the seasoned warrior's defenses. Rojak's flanking maneuver faltered as Njal's men charge forward thwarting his attempt and shattering the formation. Rojak's first thug succumbs to panic and tries to flee the arena in a desperate bid for survival.

Samson, sensing an opportunity to vanquish the wounded green serpent, charges towards it with determination. Despite landing two lance attacks on the dying beast, his efforts prove insufficient to finish it off. His men join the fray, but their strikes only serve to further enrage the serpent, which retaliates with a venomous spit. Though Samson manages to shield himself from the corrosive attack, his defenses are weakened as his shield melts away under the assault.

In a decisive move, Lexis redirects his focus towards the ailing green serpent, seizing the moment to strike. The exhausted serpent, oblivious to the approaching rider, took the full brunt of Lexis' lance to the head. It let out a final, desperate spray of venom, which Lexis, with practiced ease, deflected with his shield. With a flurry of final blows from Lexis' men, the serpent's reign of terror came to an end.



Melee Event - Round V, Turn 1-2: The Serpent Trio

Rojak charges toward Njal, his lance striking true on Njal's shoulder. However, Njal's men swiftly counter, shattering Rojak's formation and charging through his ranks. In the wake of the onslaught, Rojak's 3rd thug is left visibly shaken by the unexpected turn of events.

With the green serpent defeated, Njal shifts his focus to the remaining threat: the red serpent. His lance strikes with precision, inflicting a powerful blow upon the serpent's body. Sensing the imminent danger of the serpent's fiery retaliation, Njal swiftly evades its flames. Yet, tragedy strikes as the serpent's inferno claims the life of Njal's 2nd thug, whose agonizing screams echo through the arena. Fueled by vengeance for their fallen comrade, Njal's men rally together, launching a relentless assault on the serpent, leaving grievous wounds upon its ruby-like scales.

Linden charges towards the blue serpent, delivering a devastating blow to its head, causing one of its eyes to explode in a burst of viscous fluid. Undeterred, the serpent unleashes its freezing breath upon Linden, but his sturdy shield and armor protect him from the icy onslaught with ease.

Meanwhile, Lance joins the assault on the blue serpent, his lance shattering some of its sapphire-like scales upon impact. The enraged serpent turns its attention towards Lance, attempting to sink its fangs into him. With a swift maneuver, Lance deflects the serpent's lunge with his shield, creating an opening for his men to strike. Seizing the opportunity, his men plunge their weapons into the wounded creature, eliciting agonized shivers from the beast.

In a coordinated effort, Galandric aids Njal in attacking the red serpent, landing a precise strike that cuts deep into the creature's flesh. His men swiftly follow suit, launching their own assaults on the enraged serpent. In retaliation, the serpent lashes out with its tail, striking Galandric with incredible force and nearly dismounting him as his shield is knocked aside.

Galandric pivots his horse towards the wounded red serpent again, intent on delivering the final blow. His lance strikes true, finding its mark on the beast's head, bringing it to the brink of death. As the serpent spews forth its fiery breath in a desperate attempt to defend itself, Galandric deftly evades the flames. However, one of his Orzian Skirmishers fails to react in time, and is engulfed in the scorching inferno. Undeterred by the chaos, Galandric's remaining men seize the opportunity presented by their fallen comrade, delivering fatal blows that spell the end for the serpent. With a final shudder, the beast collapses to the ground, lifeless and defeated.

Lance relentlessly drives his lance into the blue serpent, each strike ringing with determination. Despite the serpent's attempts to retaliate with its freezing breath, Lance's resilience proves unmatched, although his 5th hunter falls victim to the icy blast.

Linden charges forward, his lance finding its mark with devastating accuracy upon the serpent's head. The impact shatters one of the creature's formidable fangs, yet Linden remains steadfast in the face of the serpent's retaliatory strikes.

With unwavering resolve, Njal charges forth, his lance striking true against the serpent's weakened form. The beast, with its dying breath, unleashes one final freezing blast, encasing Njal's 2nd Orzian Skirmisher in ice. However, Njal's men swiftly retaliate, bringing an end to the serpent's life.


Turn 2

Melee Event - Round V, Turn 2-1: The Undead Knight

As the echoes of battle fade and the bodies of the slain serpents are cleared, the arena transforms once more as the second turn of the round commences. From the heart of the arena emerges an undead knight, mounted upon a skeletal steed, casting an ominous shadow across the battleground.

Galandric, Njal, Linden, and Rojak brace themselves to confront this dark menace, their resolve unyielding, while Lance, Lexis, and Samson, rally to hunt Linden.

With a chilling intensity, the undead knight charges forward atop its ghastly mount, its lance finding its mark on Galandric's 2nd Orzian Skirmisher, claiming his life in an instant. As the fallen soldier breathes his last, a macabre transformation takes place, his lifeless form rising once more to serve the undead knight, now a wretched undead skirmisher.

Turning its baleful gaze towards Njal, the undead knight extends its hand, an unholy gesture that invokes death itself. Njal's 2nd thug, fallen in the previous fray, rises anew as an undead thrall, compelled to join the ranks of the undead knight's dread army.

With relentless ferocity, the undead knight charges Lance, its malevolent assault striking true, though Lance manages to shield himself from the worst of the blow. Yet, the undead minions accompanying the knight surge forth, claiming the life of Lance's 5th hunter, who rises from the ground as an undead abomination, his soul lost to darkness.

Despite their valiant efforts, Galandric and his forces find themselves ensnared in the grasp of the undead knight's horde, their blows falling short as the dark tide threatens to overwhelm them. Only through sheer determination do they manage to momentarily repel the onslaught, but the undead knight, undeterred, presses on, its dark army at its side.

In a bold maneuver, Lance charges towards Linden, his lance finding its mark with precision as he leads his men into battle. With fervor, they descend upon Linden, their combined assault overwhelming. Yet, Linden, undaunted by the onslaught, stands firm, weathering their attacks with resilience and determination. Despite their efforts, Linden manages to break free from their grasp, his spirit unyielding in the face of adversity.

Facing the looming menace of the undead knight, Linden summons his courage and delivers a devastating blow that fractures the creature's weapon, a testament to his unwavering resolve. With a swift and calculated maneuver, he employs his one-man army tactic, striking again and again, each blow chipping away at the undead knight's strength, relentless in his determination to vanquish the unholy foe.

In a fiery display of aggression, Lexis joins the fray, unleashing the scorching power of his fire lance upon Linden. The explosive impact nearly throws Linden from his mount, but he manages to cling on amidst the chaos. As Lexis's men encircle Linden, their coordinated assault dismounts him from his horse, though Linden narrowly escapes their clutches, clutching his sword tightly as he flees the onslaught.

In a surprising turn of events, Rojak's unexpected attack lands solidly upon the undead knight, his men swiftly surrounding the creature in a coordinated assault. However, their efforts are quickly thwarted as the undead army rallies to its master's defense, pushing back against Rojak's forces with relentless ferocity. Despite their valiant efforts, Rojak and his men find themselves struggling to maintain their ground against the overwhelming tide of undead reinforcements.

Not to be outdone, Samson delivers a decisive blow against Linden, his men swiftly closing in to reinforce his assault before Linden makes his daring escape. Despite the overwhelming pressure, Linden summons his remaining strength, pushing against his assailants with a fierce determination. With a burst of agility, he breaks free from their grasp, narrowly evading their clutches as he makes his desperate retreat.



Melee Event - Round V, Turn 2-2: The Undead Knight

In a flurry of chaotic movements, the undead knight charges into Njal and his men, claiming the life of Njal's 1st peasant in a merciless strike. Without pause, it sets its sights on Lexis and his men, impaling Lexis' 3rd peasant through the heart with chilling precision. Rojak's men are next in its path, as it ruthlessly claims the life of Rojak's 2nd thug. With each fallen soldier, the ranks of the undead army swell, their grim numbers bolstered by the fallen.

Meanwhile, Samson continues his relentless assault on Linden, the weary warrior barely managing to fend off Samson's attacks. Surrounded by Samson's men, Linden valiantly struggles against overwhelming odds, bruises marring his once unyielding spirit. Eventually, Linden breaks free from their grasp, his resolve unbroken as he flees the relentless pursuit.

As Rojak and his men persist in their pursuit of the undead knight, they manage to encircle their quarry, their efforts focused on dismounting the creature. Yet, the undead knight proves elusive, slipping away as its undead army rallies to its defense.

Lexis, riding after Linden, aims a lance attack at the fleeing warrior. Linden, nearly collapsing from the impact, summons his dwindling strength to outpace his pursuers, evading capture by a hair's breadth.

Njal and his warriors assail the undead knight with a relentless onslaught, their strikes aimed at its mount with unwavering resolve. The skeletal steed, battered and worn from the relentless assault, quakes beneath the ferocity of their blows, its hindlegs trembling with each impact.

Despite his exhaustion, Linden summons the last of his strength, delivering a mighty sword strike against the undead knight's skeletal mount. The creature staggers, its movements slowed by the damage inflicted upon it, but its resolve remains unbroken.

Lance and his cohorts descend upon Linden with merciless ferocity, their combined assault proving too much for the weary warrior to withstand. Despite Linden's valiant resistance, the overwhelming odds leave him no choice but to yield, his strength waning as he succumbs to the relentless barrage of attacks. Overpowered and defeated, Linden is swiftly bound and escorted out from the arena, his bravery acknowledged even in defeat, though the rewards of survival slip beyond his grasp. Lance is acknowledged and credited for his role in capturing Linden, his relentless pursuits and decisive actions instrumental in Linden's apprehension.

Meanwhile, Galandric and his men close in on the undead knight, their determined pursuit finally culminating in victory as they dismantle the creature's crumbling steed. With a thunderous crash, the steed collapses into dust, the undead knight rising from the debris, its gaze fixed upon its approaching army with grim determination.



Melee Event - Round V, Turn 2-3: The Undead Knight

The undead knight, now directly commanding its army, targets Samson and his men for its first assault. While the majority of Samson's forces are occupied by the relentless onslaught of the undead horde, the knight stealthily emerges from its ranks, swiftly seizing Samson's 2nd hunter and pulling him into the throng of the undead. The hunter's cries of agony are abruptly silenced, replaced by an eerie stillness as Samson witnesses his once-loyal companion now marching among the undead ranks.

After repelling Samson and his men, the undead army sets its sights on Lance and his forces. Lance stands firm, meeting the advancing horde head-on, skillfully employing his ace tactic to hold his ground. However, the cunning undead knight repeats its sinister maneuver, emerging from the midst of its army to seize Lance's 3rd hunter. With a swift and brutal pull, the unfortunate soldier is dragged into the ranks of the undead, leaving Lance to witness his comrade now among the enemy's forces. Realizing the perilous situation, Lance swiftly orders his men to withdraw from the looming threat, avoiding further casualties as they disengage from the undead army's reach.

With the undead knight at the helm, its army advances menacingly towards Galandric and his stalwart warriors. A fierce clash erupts as Galandric and his men confront the relentless tide of undead adversaries. However, amidst the chaos of battle, the undead knight delivers a devastating blow to Galandric's steed, felling the noble creature and sending Galandric crashing to the ground. Swiftly regaining his footing, Galandric swiftly makes his escape from the unfolding carnage.

Regrouping with steely determination, Galandric swiftly orchestrates his men into formation, their resolve undiminished despite the recent setback. With a resolute battle cry, they surge forward once more, driving headlong into the fray against the undead knight and its ghastly horde. Galandric leads the charge, his blade flashing with deadly intent as he strikes at the heart of the enemy's ranks, leaving behind telltale dents on the undead knight's armor. Yet, recognizing the dire odds they face, Galandric tactically withdraws his forces, strategically retreating to allow others to confront the malevolent creature while they regroup and prepare for the next assault.

As Lance charges into the fray, his lance gleaming with purpose, he locks onto his target with unwavering focus. With practiced precision, he drives his weapon forward, striking true against the undead knight. Meanwhile, his men move with coordinated efficiency, executing the ace tactic to perfection. With a swift and decisive maneuver, they engage the oncoming horde, their efforts resulting in the destruction of one of the undead minions, a testament to their skill and determination in the face of darkness.

Following Lance's lead, Njal advances with determination, his sword poised for battle. With a resounding strike, he lands a solid blow upon the undead knight, seeking to weaken its defenses. However, faced with the formidable formation of the undead army, Njal's efforts to break through are met with staunch resistance. Undeterred, his men fight valiantly, managing to inflict considerable damage upon their undead adversaries before strategically retreating, ensuring they live to fight another day.

As Lexis strides forward to confront the undead knight and its menacing horde, his determination shines through in every strike. With each blow, he leaves deep scars upon the knight's armor. However, as his men form a countercharge formation to meet the undead onslaught head-on, they soon find themselves outnumbered and overpowered by the relentless tide of undead minions. Despite their best efforts, the chaos of battle takes its toll, leaving Lexis' 6th peasant visibly shaken amidst the chaos and uncertainty of the fray.

As Rojak charges into the heart of the battle, his blade flashes with determination, delivering a light yet strategic blow upon the undead knight. Meanwhile, his men swiftly move to flank the ranks of the undead army, their coordinated assault catching the enemy off guard. Despite the undead swarm's attempts to retaliate, Rojak's tactical prowess and the ferocity of his men's attack sow confusion among their ranks. In the chaos that ensues, Rojak's forces seize the opportunity to eliminate one of the undead skirmishers, dealing a significant blow to the enemy's strength.

Lastly, Samson joins the assault, landing a precise lance attack on the knight, denting its armor. However, as Samson's men attempt to employ the dragon tamer tactic against the relentless undead horde, they find their efforts met with limited succes.


Melee Event - Round V, Turn 2-4: The Undead Knight


After enduring relentless assaults on its armor, the undead knight, driven to a frenzy, marshals its forces with renewed determination, seeking to swiftly annihilate its human adversaries. With a ferocious charge, the undead army descends upon Rojak's men, swiftly overwhelming them. In a swift and brutal strike, Rojak's 5th thug falls, only to be resurrected moments later as a minion of the undead, a grim testament to the knight's relentless advance.

Next in its sights are Samson and his men, who find themselves ensnared by the undead knight's grasp. Despite their attempts to flee, the knight seizes Samson's 2nd hunter, transforming him into yet another servant of darkness. In the frantic escape, Samson's last remaining hunter suffers severe wounds at the hands of the relentless undead.

Advancing inexorably, the undead knight turns its attention towards Lexis and his beleaguered forces, decimating them with overwhelming numbers. Despite their efforts to defend using the countercharge formation, Lexis loses two of his loyal peasants to the relentless onslaught. As Lexis retreats, he witnesses the harrowing sight of his former comrades now marching alongside the undead horde.

Njal manages to evade the worst of the onslaught, escaping with minimal casualties, though his 1st Orzian Skirmisher bears the weight of the encounter, visibly shaken by the encounter with the undead knight.

However, fortune does not favor Lance as the undead knight's lance pierces his horse, forcibly dismounting him. With agility and quick thinking, Lance manages to rise swiftly and evade further harm, narrowly escaping the clutches of the undead knight before it can inflict more damage.

With a fierce battle cry, Samson charges alongside Rojak, their combined assault aimed at the heart of the undead knight and its legion. With calculated strikes, they inflict significant damage upon the knight, their blows finding their mark amidst the chaos of battle. Despite the odds stacked against them, Samson's last remaining hunter demonstrates remarkable bravery, taking down an undead foe before making his escape. Meanwhile, Rojak's men execute a coordinated flanking maneuver, cutting down three undead minions and diminishing the strength of the undead army.

As Lexis and Njal unite their forces against the looming threat of the undead knight, their coordinated strikes find their mark, gradually wearing down the creature's defenses. With each blow, the knight's grip on its army weakens. Despite Njal's men holding steadfast against the relentless onslaught of the undead horde, Lexis's forces begin to falter under the overwhelming pressure. The undead army, driven by frenzied determination, breaks through their ranks, instilling fear in the hearts of Lexis's men. Among them, the 5th peasant appears visibly shaken by the harrowing encounter, struggling to maintain composure amidst the chaos.

In a display of unified strength, Galandric and Lance converge on the undead knight, their combined might shattering its armored facade and revealing the skeletal form beneath. With precision strikes, they weaken the creature, exposing its vulnerability to their relentless assault. As Galandric's forces rally to support their leader in his final confrontation, Lance's men skillfully engage the remaining undead horde, employing their ace tactic to great effect. Together, they decimate the remnants of the undead army, leaving only the battered knight standing alone. With a decisive blow, Galandric delivers the finishing strike, scattering the remnants of the undead knight across the arena floor. As the eerie green flames in its eye sockets flicker and fade, the ominous presence of the undead is finally vanquished.


Turn 3

Melee Event - Round V, Turn 3-1: The Treemen Duo


As the rare treemen duo from the ancient forest of Maraba are introduced to the arena, Galandric carefully studies their figures. One of the treemen stands tall and imposing, while its smaller counterpart exudes an aura of malevolence, its colorful appearance belying its sinister nature. Without hesitation, Galandric sets his sights on the smaller, wicked treeman, signaling his men to follow suit. With swift precision, they converge on the malevolent creature, Galandric's sword slashing through its bark-like exterior as his men deliver a flurry of stabs. The wicked treeman howls in agony, prompting its larger companion to rush to its defense, shielding it from further harm.

Meanwhile, Lance targets the larger treeman with his bonebreaker sword technique, his strikes digging deeper than usual. His men join in the assault, their weapons raining blows upon the towering creature. Sensing the imminent threat, Njal, Lexis, Rojak, and Samson and their respective forces encircle the large treeman, coordinating their attacks in unison.

However, the large treeman's patience wears thin, and it unleashes a devastating sweep of its massive arm across the arena. Despite their efforts, Lexis and Rojak, along with their men, are unable to evade the onslaught in time. While Lexis and Rojak manage to shield themselves from the worst of the blow with their sturdy armor, their men are not as fortunate. Lexis' 1st peasant and Rojak's 6th thug sustain severe injuries, their bones fractured and their combat effectiveness significantly diminished.

Meanwhile, the smaller, wicked treeman emerges from behind its larger counterpart, spitting a vile substance towards Lance. Though Lance narrowly dodges the attack, his 2nd hunter, positioned behind him, is not as fortunate. The parasitic seed emitted by the treeman strikes the hunter, its insidious effects will gradually transform him into a treeman if left untreated. Lance is left reeling, grappling with the grim realization of his comrade's impending fate.



Melee Event - Round V, Turn 3-2: The Treemen Duo

Understanding the imminent threat posed by the smaller wicked treeman and its parasitic seeds, the participants rally to confront the towering menace before it can unleash further havoc. Despite their concerted efforts, the wicked treeman remains entrenched behind its larger companion, presenting a formidable obstacle to their offensive.

In a collective decision born of necessity, the focus shifts to the larger treeman, recognized as the linchpin holding the vile duo together. With grim determination, the participants unleash a barrage of attacks upon the colossal creature, each blow aimed at shattering its wooden form. However, the treeman proves resilient, enduring the onslaught before retaliating with a devastating sweep of its massive arm, indiscriminately striking down any who stand in its path.

Tragedy strikes as the treeman's sweeping strike catches Lexis, Njal, and Rojak and their men off guard. Lexis' loyal horse bears the brunt of the blow, succumbing to the force of the impact and collapsing, throwing Lexis to the ground. Meanwhile, Njal's 2nd Orzian Skirmisher, already frozen from the previous battle, shatters into fragments upon impact, a stark testament to the ferocity of the treeman's attack. Rojak's 6th thug meets a similar fate, instantly crushed by the devastating force unleashed by the monstrous creature.

With unity and determination, Galandric, Lance, and Njal focus their assault on the left leg of the towering treeman, while Lexis, Rojak, and Samson direct their efforts towards its right leg. As their blades and weapons bite into the treeman's bark-like flesh, it emits a plaintive cry of agony. However, before the group can press their advantage, the treeman unleashes another sweeping strike, targeting the cluster of fighters led by Galandric and Lance. With reflexes honed by battle, Galandric and Lance narrowly evade the devastating blow, but their valiant soldiers are not as fortunate. Galandric's resilient Baelrican Blademaster, shielded by its sturdy armor, manages to withstand the impact with only minor injuries. However, Lance's 7th hunter is not as fortunate, bearing the brunt of the treeman's wrath and suffering grievous wounds in the process.

As the chaotic battle rages on, the sinister presence of the wicked treeman emerges once more, its malevolent gaze fixed on Galandric. Exhausted from the relentless assault and the harrowing dodges against the towering treeman, Galandric finds himself unable to evade the treacherous seed spat forth by the wicked creature. Struck by the insidious seed, Galandric staggers and collapses to the ground, his strength depleted.

Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the event host swiftly intervenes, dispatching his attendants to Galandric's aid. With practiced efficiency, they hasten to remove Galandric and his beleaguered soldiers from the fray, ensuring their safety and providing them with the necessary care outside the arena's confines.



Melee Event - Round V, Turn 3-3: The Treemen Duo


Samson, Rojak, and Lexis launched a coordinated assault on the treeman's left flank. Their blades tore into its bark, shredding its wooden defenses and dismantling its structural integrity. The monstrous tree lurched, its massive limbs flailing as it struggled to maintain balance. In a desperate bid to retaliate, the wicked treeman lashed out with a branch, aiming a frantic blow at the head of its large companion to encourage it to swing its large arm once more. But the attempt was clumsy and ineffectual. Meanwhile, Njal and Lance targeted the remaining leg. With a sickening crunch of wood and a spray of splinters, they severed it, bringing the behemoth crashing to its knees.

Samson and Rojak grappled with the treeman's enormous arm, desperately keeping it occupied. Seizing his chance, Lexis scrambled up the colossal creature's bark, his blade flashing as he plunged it deep into the rough equivalent of a heart. A deafening bellow of agony erupted from the monster, followed by a slow, shuddering collapse. The wicked treeman slammed to the ground, but with a surge of primal instinct, it lumbered sideways, attempting to lessen the impact. Before it could rise, Njal and Lance were upon it. Steel sang as their blades carved into the creature's flesh. A scream of agony rips through the air as the treeman retaliates. A volley of deadly seeds erupts from its maw, catching Njal's hapless 3rd thug flat-footed. Rojak's 4th thug, thrown off balance by Lance's desperate dodge, is also struck by the barrage.

In a surge of finishing fury, everyone converged on the wicked treeman. Brutal blows rained down from all sides, hacking and slashing at the monstrous wood. The treeman, in a final spasm of defiance, attempted to unleash another volley of seeds. But Samson, ever vigilant, was a hair's breadth ahead. His blade, a blur of lethal silver, cleaved the creature in two with a sickening crack. The evil existence of the treeman was ended.


Round 6 - Melee Tournament

Basic Points: 15 points(Guaranteed Points)
Crowd's Favourite: +6 points - Lexis (For dismounting and capturing Linden - Runner Up)
+5 for winning Round 1 of the Melee Tournament(Wild Card will get this for free)
+10 for winning Round 2 of the Melee Tournament
+15 Points for becoming the runner up
+20 Points for winning the tournament

Maximum Points: 15 + 20(Winning the tournament) + 6(Crowd's favourite) = 41 points

Quarter Final I: Lexis vs Rojak

Melee Event - Round VI, Quarter Final - Lexis vs Rojak


The mud squelched underfoot as Lexis surveyed the battlefield. Rain pelted down, turning the tiltyard into a treacherous mess. Across from him, Rojak, a brute of a man, bellowed orders to his men. The opening clash was a muddy brawl. Lexis, known more for wit than brute strength, targeted Rojak's weakest link, the hulking but easily flustered fourth thug. A well-placed blow sent the man reeling, his blood mixing with the mud in a gruesome spectacle. Rojak charged at Lexis, landing a glancing blow that left a shallow scratch on Lexis' armor. But it was Lexis' men, drilled in a disciplined line tactic, who pushed Rojak's thugs back. The demoralizing effect was immediate. Rojak's third thug, perhaps from the stress of the chaotic fight, crumpled to the ground, a heart attack claiming him mid-scream.

Turn Two brought no respite from the mud. Lexis repeated his tactic, the sight of his opponent's blood turning Rojak's third thug, already wounded, into a blubbering mess. Rojak, desperate, targeted Lexis' second peasant, wounding him. This time, however, Rojak's men found a gap in Lexis' line and flanked them, forcing Lexis' men to retreat. Panic flickered in the eyes of Lexis' eleventh peasant, his grip on his spear white-knuckled.

The terrain shifted in Turn Three. The mud gave way to a flat, hard surface, favoring mobility. This was Lexis' chance. He charged, his lance finding its mark. Rojak's fourth thug, already weakened and terrified, went down for good. Rojak fought back by finishing off Lexis' eleventh peasant. Lexis' line tactic, ridiculed by some for its unorthodoxy, had proven its worth. It thwarted Rojak's flanking maneuver, and with the loss of his last proper fighter - his first thug, Rojak was exposed.

Round four saw the arena transform into a dense forest. This favored Rojak, a skilled horseman. He weaved through the makeshift trees, Lexis and his men struggling to surround him. Rojak fought like a cornered animal, his blade a whirlwind, landing another hit on Lexis.

The final round brought them back to the standard arena floor. Lexis and his men, battered but determined, renewed their attempt to dismount Rojak. The brute clung to his horse with surprising agility, almost tumbling down but miraculously regaining his balance. Another peasant was injured by Rojak's desperate swings.

Exhausted but unbroken, both sides retreated. The crowd roared, the outcome unclear. However, the rules were clear. Lexis, with his superior strategy evident in three out of five rounds, was declared the victor. Rojak, defeated and alone, slumped in his saddle, a stark contrast to Lexis who raised his bloodied spear in salute to the cheering crowd. The unorthodox tactician had triumphed, proving that brains could overpower brute force even in the brutal world of the medieval melee.

(Lexis advances to the next tournament round)


Quarter Final II: Galandric vs Lance

Melee Event - Round VI, Quarter Final II - Galandric vs Lance

Sunlight dappled through the makeshift forest as Galandric, a steely glint in his eyes, charged through the trees. His lance found its mark, sending Lance's fourth hunter sprawling. Lance, a cunning knight, retaliated, his lance finding a gap in the armor of Galandric's second Baelrican Blademaster, drawing a bead of sweat on the elite soldier's brow. But it was Lance's men who stole the show. They executed their infamous Ace tactic with deadly precision, overwhelming Galandric's static Hold Position formation. Even Galandric's usually unflappable second Blademaster couldn't hide a flicker of worry.

Turn Two saw the forest vanish, replaced by a vast, flat expanse. This favored mounted combat, a clear advantage for knights. Galandric charged, his lance a blur, catching Lance squarely in the chest. Lance reeled but held his ground, returning the favor with a lance of his own. Galandric, though winded, remained mounted. Seeing this, Galandric's elite Blademasters held their ground, a wall of steel waiting for Lance's men to charge. Lance watched in frustration as his men, lured by the small open field amongst the woods, predictably ran straight into the trap. The clash was brutal, and Lance's first hunter, witnessing the carnage, turned a sickly shade of green. Adding to the chaos, Lance's hulking Treeman, seemingly overcome by the frenzy, turned his wooden arms on one of Lance's own Blademasters, luckily inflicting only minor scratch.

Back to the forest they went in round three, the terrain favoring chaos and aggression. Galandric, a skilled horseman even amongst the trees, skewered Lance's Treeman with his lance. Lance, undeterred, landed his lance with all his might at Galandric's second Blademaster. The heavy armor held, but the sheer force of the blow left the soldier visibly shaken. Recognizing the chaos, Galandric's remaining Blademasters abandoned their hold position and flanked Lance's men mid-Strike Together formation. The maneuver caused confusion, and both sides faltered. Galandric's third Blademaster and Lance's fourth hunter, demoralized by the swirling battle, seemed ready to throw down their weapons. The madness even reached Lance's Treeman again, this time the giant inexplicably attacking himself, swinging his arms wildly and sustaining minor injuries.

Round four saw another forest rise, and Galandric repeated his successful tactic, finding the Treeman with his lance once more. Lance retaliated, wounding Galandric's third Blademaster with a well-placed lance blow. But Galandric's flanking maneuver proved too much for Lance's men again. This time, the surprise charge completely disrupted their formation, leaving them scrambling for defense.

The final round brought them back to flat ground. Galandric, seizing the moment, launched a brutal charge, his lance seriously injuring Lance's Blademaster with a sickening thud. Lance, however, managed to land a blow on Galandric's third Blademaster, evening the score in terms of injuries. But it was Lance's men who delivered the final blow. With a desperate "Strike Together" cry, they overwhelmed Galandric's flanking force, leaving their Orzian Skirmisher visibly shaken.

The horn blared, signaling the end. Both sides, battered and bruised, retreated. The crowd roared, unsure who to hail as victor. The judges, after a tense deliberation, announced their decision. It was a close call, but the higher tally of injuries sustained by Lance's men swayed the judges in Galandric's favor. Galandric raised his lance in a bloody salute, a grim victor on a battlefield where both sides had displayed remarkable skill and resilience.


Quarter Final III: Njal vs Samson

Melee Event - Round VI, Quarter Final III - Njal vs Samson

The air crackled with anticipation as Njal and Samson, both renowned for their fiery lances, faced off. A muddy slick covered the arena, courtesy of the mischievous wizards, forcing a brawl over intricate footwork. Njal, ever the aggressor, wasted no time. His lance erupted in a plume of flame, the detonation nearly dislodging Samson from his steed. Samson roared in defiance, aiming his own lance not at Njal, but at the hulking brute flanking him. The fiery projectile fizzled harmlessly, but the impact sent a spray of blood from the fourth thug's shoulder. Sensing an opportunity, Samson's men, renowned for their dragon tamer tactic, charged. A wave of steel and fury crashed against Njal's forces, who had opted for a head-on charge. The clash was brutal. Njal's fourth thug crumpled under the onslaught, fear etched on his face.

The terrain shimmered, transforming into a dense forest. Njal, ever the strategist, used the trees for cover. His lance found its mark, embedding itself in the shoulder of Aylwinic Auxiliary, the best man under Samson's command. Samson, fueled by rage, retaliated, his blade leaving a searing mark on Njal's armor. But Njal was undeterred. With a guttural yell, he rallied his men. They barreled through the undergrowth, leaving a trail of disoriented and wounded Samson's men in their wake.

The ground shuddered as the arena transformed into a flat, dusty plain. Undeterred by the shifting landscape, Njal and Samson locked eyes, their gazes sparking with renewed determination. Njal unleashed a fiery blast from his lance, the searing projectile finding its mark in the chest of Samson's third hunter, who crumpled with a scream. Enraged, Samson roared a challenge and charged, his blade a blur of steel. It glanced off Njal's sturdy armor, showering sparks as Njal held firm. But the impact wasn't enough. Samson's men, whipped into a berserker frenzy by their leader's fury, surged forward like a tide. Njal's forces, weakened by the previous encounters, were overwhelmed. Njal's third thug fell under the relentless assault, his lifeless hand clutching at the blood-soaked earth.

The fourth round devolved into a brutal dance of destruction. Njal and Samson traded blows with sickening thuds, their lances finding their mark with deadly precision. Yet, Samson's cunning shone through once more. His warriors, honed in the dragon tamer tactic, unleashed a whirlwind of steel and fury. Njal's men, outmatched in ferocity, were cut down one by one. The toll was grim. With a choked gurgle, Njal's fifth thug crumpled, his dreams of glory extinguished in the blood-soaked dirt.

The arena floor shuddered one final time, morphing back into its usual grandeur. Njal and Samson stood panting, their armor etched with the memory of the brutal battle. With a snarl, Njal launched a desperate lunge, striking the Aylwinic Auxiliary. Samson roared back, landing a blow on Njal who barely blocks it with his shield. Samson'smen, invigorated by their leader's unwavering resolve, swarmed Njal's men together. Their coordinated assault, honed through countless battles against ferocious beasts, proved too much to overcome. Njal's six thug, his valiant spirit finally broken, sank to his knees as darkness claimed his vision. The crowd erupted in a thunderous roar, hailing Samson as the victor. Four victories to one - his strategic brilliance and the unwavering ferocity of his men had brought him one step closer to claiming the glory of the entire tournament.

Samson's next hurdle is Linden, a wildcard who has yet to be tested in the tournament but enters with the element of surprise.

(Samson advances to the next round to face Linden)
(Lexis and Galandric will face each other next)


Semi Final I: Lexis vs Galandric

Melee Event - Round VI, Semi Final I - Lexis vs Galandric

The uneven ground churned beneath the hooves of Lexis' steed as he charged forth, his fire lance a blazing beacon in the grey light. The terrain, twisted by the magic of the wizards, favored simple, defensive tactics – a fact Lexis intended to exploit. With a mighty thrust, he connected with Galandric's third blademaster, the searing flames licking at the soldier's armor and leaving a painful wound. But to Lexis' frustration, the promised explosion of his fire lance failed to materialize. Galandric attempted a retaliatory lance charge. The rough ground, however, foiled his attempt, sending him sprawling. Yet, the skilled warrior recovered quickly, landing a glancing blow on Lexis' second peasant, drawing a crimson line across his arm.

Undeterred, Lexis' men executed the Inspiring Lexisan Line tactic, disciplined yet simple, perfectly suited for the uneven terrain. Their coordinated advance met Galandric's Hold Position formation head-on. Galandric's Orzian Skirmisher, already weakened by the failed charge, faltered under the relentless pressure. The chaos of the fight, coupled with the sight of their fallen comrade, proved too much for one unfortunate skirmisher. Overcome by a heart attack, he crumpled to the ground, a stark reminder of the brutality of the melee.

The second mirrored the first. Lexis, using the rough terrain to his advantage, targeted Galandric's second blademaster with his lance, leaving him wounded. Galandric retaliated with a predictable attack on Lexis' tenth peasant, deepening the existing wound. Yet, Lexis' men, their morale bolstered by their success, repeated their flawless execution of the Lexisan Line tactic. Panic began to creep through Galandric's ranks, the uncertainty of the uneven ground unsettling even his most seasoned fighters. His third blademaster, the one who had witnessed the fiery demise of his comrade, visibly trembled, his bravado replaced by a gnawing fear.

The terrain shifted dramatically in the third turn, transforming into a dense forest. This sudden change favored chaotic, offensive tactics, a fact that clearly benefited Galandric's more disciplined force. Lexis, ever the strategist, adapted his approach. He charged through the trees, his lance finding its mark on Galandric's armor. The blow, though powerful, failed to pierce the toughened steel. Galandric, seizing the opportunity, countered with a lance of his own, leaving a mere scratch on Lexis' shield. However, the true advantage in this round belonged to Galandric's men. They successfully executed a flanking maneuver, their fighters weaving through the trees to attack Lexis' line from the side. The well-rehearsed formation faltered, and the morale of Lexis' tenth peasant visibly plummeted.

The fight continued in the forest. Lexis, determined to regain control, focused his attack on Galandric's second blademaster. The lance found its mark once more, leaving the warrior wounded and his confidence shaken. Galandric, however, continued to press his advantage, this time targeting Lexis' first peasant. The blow found its mark, drawing another pained cry from the ranks. Once again, Galandric's men outmaneuvered Lexis' line, using the trees to their advantage. Panic, the very emotion Lexis had instilled in his opponent just moments ago, now threatened to consume his own ranks.

The final round saw the arena return to its standard form. Lexis, despite the mounting tension, remained focused. He launched a furious attack on Galandric's second blademaster, the force of the blow leaving the man winded but ultimately unharmed. The morale of the blademaster, however, took a significant hit. Galandric, mirroring Lexis' attack, targeted the knight himself, scoring a glancing blow that scratched Lexis' armor. But in a display of resilience, Lexis' men countered Galandric's flanking maneuver with their own disciplined line tactic. The tide was turning. Panic, no longer a factor in Lexis' ranks, instead gripped Galandric's third blademaster. The sight of his comrades faltering, combined with the relentless pressure from Lexis' men, proved too much to bear. Stricken by a fatal heart attack caused by the immense stress, he collapsed, his lifeless body a testament to the mental fortitude required in the brutal arena.

Exhausted but victorious, both sides retreated from the arena. The cheers of the crowd echoed as the tallies were made. Lexis, having triumphed in three out of five turns, emerged victorious. His strategic brilliance, coupled with the unwavering discipline of his men, had secured him a place in the final.

(Lexis advances to the final)


Semi Final II: Samson vs Linden

Melee Event - Round VI, Semi Final II - Samson vs Linden

The mud sucked at their boots with every step as Linden locked eyes with Samson. The wizards, capricious as ever, had conjured a muddy field, a breeding ground for chaos and defensive maneuvers.

Samson roared and spurred his horse forward, his fire lance crackling with magical energy. But fate, or perhaps Linden's preternatural reflexes, intervened. The flaming weapon sputtered and died mid-strike, leaving Samson exposed. With a ripple of movement, swift as a striking viper, Linden danced aside from the blunted attack. His own lance, a streak of silver against the brown, shot out like a deadly extension of his arm. The blow connected with a sickening thud, nearly unseating the hulking Samson. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in their throats.

Enraged, Samson's men swarmed Linden. A whirlwind of flailing limbs and ringing steel erupted. But Linden deflected blows with practiced ease, his movements a deadly ballet in the mud. Then, with a well-placed counter-strike, he disarmed Aylwinic Auxiliary, one of Samson's finest. The man crumpled, his weapon clattering to the ground with a hollow clang. The blow was more than physical; it shattered the soldier's spirit. The weight of his injuries, coupled with the demoralizing sight of his severe wounds, proved too much. He slumped to the ground, another casualty in this brutal dance.

Turn two saw the ground harden, transforming into rough, uneven terrain. This favored simpler tactics, a test of raw strength and resilience. Gone were the messy muddy fights of the first round. It was a battle of grit and determination. Samson charged once more, his lance aimed squarely at Linden's chest. The clang of metal echoed as the blow struck true, leaving a jagged scratch marring Linden's gleaming armor. Undeterred, Linden retaliated. His lance, a blur of motion, found its mark, spearing through the chest of Samson's third hunter, a young man whose eyes widened in terror as life drained from them. It was a chilling reminder of the deadly stakes of the melee. With his last man gone, Samson was exposed, a lone target on the unforgiving ground.

The terrain morphed again, this time into a dense, tangled forest. Perfect for chaotic, offensive fights. Samson gambled, charging recklessly with his lance, a desperate attempt to break through Linden's defenses. The attack grazed Linden, leaving another shallow mark on his armor. But Linden, a predator sensing weakness, countered with a lightning-fast thrust of his own lance. The impact sent a shockwave through Samson's whole body. Samson, dislodged from his precarious seat, tumbled onto the damp earth with a thud.

The ground reverted to rough, favoring those on foot. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm, Linden waited for Samson to rise. Samson roared and swung his sword wide. The blow connected with a sickening thud. Linden flinched, the impact sending a searing pain through his shoulder. The crowd gasped, a collective breath held in. But Linden spurred his horse forward. His lance, a streak of silver against the brown, erupted from his hand like a viper's strike. The blow found its mark true, slamming into Samson's chest with the force of a battering ram. Samson grunted, his eyes widening in surprise. The impact sent a shockwave through him, leaving him momentarily stunned, reeling on his feet.

The final turn saw the arena ground return to normal. Blood dripped from a fresh wound on Linden's arm, a testament to the relentless assault. Samson, fueled by a final surge of defiance, slashed at Linden with his sword. The blow connected, nearly unseating the knight. But Linden, with a roar that matched the cheers of the crowd, lunged forward. The blow struck true, connecting with Samson's helmet with a sickening clang. Samson crumpled, this time unconscious and subdued.

The crowd erupted in a deafening roar, their adulation washing over Linden. He had faced overwhelming odds, weathered the ever changing terrains, and emerged victorious. With a final, prideful flourish, he raised his battered lance high, a testament to his skill and cunning. The unorthodox knight, bruised but unbroken, had conquered the brutal dance of the melee, and now awaited his final challenge on the path to glory.

(Linden advances to the final to face Lexis)


Final: Lexis vs Linden

Melee Event - Round VI, Final - Lexis vs Linden - Part 1

The tension in the arena reached its peak as the final round commenced, pitting Lexis, master of the peasant-centered strategy, against Linden, renowned as the one-man army. The wizards intervened, transforming the ground into a flat terrain, favoring formation and mounted combat, setting the stage for an epic showdown.

As the trumpet blared, both knights spurred their steeds forward, lances gleaming in the morning sun. Their strikes collided with a deafening clang, the force of the impact dismounting them both in a spectacular tangle of limbs and metal. Dust rose in a swirling cloud, momentarily obscuring the fallen figures. Lexis, ever the strategist, had anticipated this. With a barked command, his peasant contingent, four strong and armed with a mix of farm tools and makeshift weapons, surged forward. They formed a tight circle around Linden, a wall of steel aimed at crushing him with their combined weight. But Linden, a master swordsman, was not easily subdued. His sword flashed like a silver streak, deflecting blows with practiced ease. The peasants, though numerous, lacked the knight's experience. He weaved through their attacks, using their very momentum against them, creating small openings. Seizing one such opportunity, Linden unleashed a powerful counter-strike. His blade found its mark, connecting squarely with the iron cap of Lexis' tenth peasant. The blow, imbued with both skill and desperation, rang out across the arena. The peasant crumpled, his morale shattered, sending him fleeing in terror from the ring of steel.

As the second turn churned the ground into a treacherous mire, negating intricate footwork and favoring brute force, the fight erupted into a whirlwind of violence. Lexis, seizing the opportunity, launched a vicious assault. His sword slammed into Linden's shoulder, the force of the blow echoing through the body. The impact sent a jolt of pain through Linden, but veteran instinct took over. He spun, parrying Lexis's follow-up strike and unleashing a counter of his own. Steel sang as Linden's sword found a gap in Lexis's armor, drawing a gasp and a spray of crimson. Fueled by a warrior's fury, Linden lunged forward. He cut a bloody swathe through Lexis's peasant levies, their ill-equipped forms crumpling before his relentless assault. The sickening thud of steel meeting flesh punctuated the sucking squelch of mud. The tenth peasant fell by his blade, his lifeless form sinking into the mire. But Lexis wasn't finished. With a roar, he rallied his remaining men. With a coordinated surge, they surrounded Linden, a ring of desperate steel glinting in the gloom. Blows rained down upon him, but Linden, a seasoned storm in the human tempest, danced a deadly ballet of deflection. His sword turned aside farm tools and weapons alike. With a final, desperate lunge, he broke the encirclement, leaving behind a trail of groaning peasants.

As the cobbled path twisted and narrowed on the third bend, the once-flowing duel devolved into a brutal struggle for survival. The cheers from the stands, initially a driving force, now sounded distant and muffled by the ringing in Linden's ears. Exhaustion gnawed at both knights, evident in their ragged breaths and the slowing cadence of their strikes. Yet, a flicker of defiance remained in their eyes. Lexis, seizing the advantage presented by the uneven terrain, rained down a flurry of blows. Each clang of metal against metal sent a jolt through Linden's already aching arms. He gritted his teeth, sweat stinging his eyes as he barely managed to deflect the last, heavy swing. With a desperate riposte, Linden struck true, the peasant weapon in Lexis' fourth squire's hand clattering to the ground, followed by a pained cry.

The remaining three peasants, emboldened by their leader, charged at Linden in a desperate attempt to overwhelm him. But Linden, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, was not an easy prey. He pirouetted around their clumsy attacks, the years of rigorous training kicking in. His longsword sang a deadly song, finding gaps in their defenses and leaving stinging welts in their wake. Just as hope flickered in Linden's chest, a searing pain lanced through his back . A glancing blow from one of the peasants had found its mark. Despite the agony, Linden knew he couldn't afford a moment of hesitation. He lunged forward, finding his way out of the ring formed by the peasants to trap him.


Melee Event - Round VI, Final - Lexis vs Linden - Part 2

Where once a proud arena basked in the sun's glory, a tangled forest now reigned supreme. The fourth turn had arrived, a cruel twist transforming the battlefield into a treacherous labyrinth. Sunlight, a mere sliver, fought a losing battle against the dense canopy overhead. Eerie shadows danced a macabre waltz across the blood-soaked ground, mirroring the clash of steel that echoed through the oppressive air. Here, chaos reigned, a cacophony of desperate grunts and the chilling ring of metal on metal. The earth itself, churned to mud by countless clashes, seemed to conspire against the remaining combatants, their struggles a ballet of survival on treacherous ground.

Linden stood defiantly like a titan carved from weathered flesh and steely resolve. Though his body bore the scars of countless blows - a testament to the epic battles he'd already endured - his spirit remained unconquered. With a roar that shook the very leaves overhead, he launched his final assault. His blade, a blur of lethal fury, ripped through Lexis' fourth peasant, leaving him a lifeless husk crumpled at the knight's feet. The metallic tang of blood hung heavy in the air, a grim symphony accompanying the warrior's dance of death.

But Lexis remained ever vigilant. He recognized the flicker of exhaustion in Linden's eyes, the tell-tale tremor in his once-unyielding stance. With a predatory gleam in his gaze, he orchestrated his remaining men, maneuvering them into a cunning pincer formation. They circled Linden, a pack of ravenous wolves closing in on their wounded prey. Lexis bided his time, a predator stalking its quarry, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

When that moment finally arrived, it was swift and merciless. A flash of steel erupted from the tangled undergrowth, the glint of Lexis' blade catching the sliver of sunlight piercing the canopy. It found its mark with chilling precision, slamming into Linden's side and sending the mighty warrior crashing to the forest floor. A stunned silence, thick with the weight of the fallen knight, descended upon the arena. Then came the cheers, a thunderous eruption that seemed to shake the very trees.

Lexis, battered but unbroken, stood tall amidst the carnage. With his greatest adversary silenced, he was declared the champion of the tournament round. His patience and unwavering resolve earned him the coveted title of champion.

(Lexis is the winner of the round!)


Round 7 - Free For All, Magic Chests

Turn 1


Melee Event - Round VII, Free-For-All + Magic Chest - Turn 1

Round VII commenced with a twist as wizards emerged to cast protective spells on each group, shielding them from harm. However, this safeguard came with a caveat—the participants' reward chests, each marked with a prominent '50', remained vulnerable to attack.

As the first turn unfolded, Samson and his men wasted no time, targeting Galandric's group. Due to a valiant defense from Galandric's men, Samson found no easy access to the coveted chest.

Sensing an opportunity amidst the chaos, Lance's men launched a surprise attack from the rear, catching Galandric's forces off guard. Though they fought fiercely, the combined assault proved overwhelming, resulting in damage to Galandric's reward chest.

Meanwhile, a clash of titans ensued as Lexis and Linden collided, their skill and determination matched evenly. Exploiting their numerical advantage, Lexis's men struck at Linden's chest, while Linden, with deft maneuvering, retaliated in kind, targeting Lexis's precious reward chest.

Undeterred, Galandric's men shifted their focus to Njal's chest, only to encounter staunch resistance from Njal's well-prepared forces. Njal's men redirected their efforts towards Lance's chest after shaking Galandric's men off, but the tactical prowess of Lance proved insurmountable, thwarting their advance.

As the tumultuous turn drew to a close, Rojak and his men seized the opportunity to strike at Linden, who was preoccupied with battling Lexis's forces. With precision and determination, Rojak's men inflicted damage upon Linden's reward chest, signaling a chaotic beginning to the Free For All round.


Turn 2


Melee Event - Round VII, Free-For-All + Magic Chest - Turn 2

The second turn unfolded with strategic maneuvering and intense clashes as the participants vied for supremacy over their opponents and their precious reward chests.

Rojak's men launched a bold assault on Lexis' reward chest, but their efforts were foiled by Lexis's cunning tactics, leaving Rojak empty-handed.

In a surprising turn of events, Njal's men managed to breach Lance's defenses and successfully targeted his reward chest, despite Lance's valiant efforts to repel them.

Undeterred, Galandric's men set their sights on Samson's chest, only to find themselves overwhelmed by Samson's berserk tactics, unable to secure the coveted prize.

Meanwhile, Linden continued his relentless pursuit of Lexis's chest, dealing significant damage to it once again, amidst the chaos of battle.

In a swift change of strategy, Lexis's men redirected their focus to Samson's chest, exploiting a momentary weakness in Samson's defenses to deliver a decisive blow.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the shifting dynamics of the battlefield, Lance's men struck at Lexis's weakened forces from behind, causing substantial damage to Lexis's reward chest.

Not to be outdone, Samson's men retaliated against Galandric's forces, employing their dragon tamer tactic to gain the upper hand and successfully damaging Galandric's reward chest, bringing an end to the tumultuous second turn of Round VII.


Turn 3


Melee Event - Round VII, Free-For-All + Magic Chest - Turn 3

The third turn unfolded with strategic maneuvers and intense clashes as the participants vied for control over their opponents' reward chests.

Samson's men, fueled by determination, set their sights on Njal's reward chest. Employing their formidable dragon tamer tactic, they swiftly pushed aside Njal's defenders, landing significant blows on the chest before being repelled.

Meanwhile, Lance's men launched a coordinated assault on Galandric's chest, utilizing Lance's Ace tactic to great effect. Despite Galandric's men's efforts to hold their ground, they proved no match for Lance's onslaught, resulting in damage to the prized chest.

Across the arena, Lexis's forces targeted Rojak's chest with precision. Employing tactical separation strategies, they successfully isolated Rojak's defenders from their chest, dealing substantial damage before Rojak's men regrouped and reclaimed their prize.

Seizing the opportunity amidst the chaos, Linden swiftly moved to assail Lexis's chest, taking advantage of the diversion created by the ongoing skirmish.

In a simultaneous offensive, Galandric's men redirected their attention to Rojak's chest, exploiting the distraction caused by Lexis's assault. Despite initial success, they were eventually pushed back, yet not before inflicting several punishing blows on Rojak's chest.

Undeterred by their earlier setback, both Njal's and Rojak's forces converged on Lexis's chest, overwhelming Lexis's outnumbered defenders. Despite fierce resistance, the chest endured brutal assaults, signaling the intense competition and shifting dynamics of the ongoing battle.


Turn 4


Melee Event - Round VII, Free-For-All + Magic Chest - Turn 4

Chaos reigned on the arena. Lexis, his men locked in a fierce struggle against Rojak's forces, watched in horror as Njal's men, seizing the opportunity, surged towards his reward chest. Lexis' warriors, preoccupied with repelling Rojak's flanking maneuver, could only offer a desperate defense. Njal's men managed to land a few heavy blows on the chest, damaging it before Lexis' men, with a final burst of strength, drove them back.

Across the field, Galandric, a cunning tactician, saw his chance. With Njal's men momentarily distracted, he ordered his troops to charge towards Njal's reward chest. A brutal fight ensued. Galandric's warriors, employing clever tactics, separated Njal's men from their prize, raining blows upon the chest. But Njal's men, their fighting spirit unbroken, rallied and retook control, pushing Galandric's forces back.

Meanwhile, Linden, a lone wolf of the battlefield, saw Lexis' weakened defenses. He seized the moment, darting towards Lexis' chest and unleashing a fresh wave of attacks.

The fight spiraled further into pandemonium. Lexis' men, fueled by rage at Njal's earlier assault, turned their focus on Njal's reward chest. A fierce counter-attack ensued. Njal's men, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in attention, could only put up a desperate resistance. Lexis' men pounded on Njal's chest, but before they could inflict serious damage, Njal's warriors regrouped, launching a ferocious counter-attack that pushed Lexis' forces back.

The battle wasn't over yet. Seeing Lexis preoccupied, Lance, a sly opportunist, ordered his men to strike at Lexis' vulnerable chest. They landed a few blows before Lexis' men, with renewed vigor, drove them off.

Finally, Samson, a scavenger lurking on the edges of the fight, noticed Linden's undefended chest. With a glint in his eyes, he led his men towards it, raining blows upon the unattended prize. Just in time, Linden, sensing the danger, returned to his post, driving Samson's forces back and securing his reward.


Turn 5

Melee Event - Round VII, Free-For-All + Magic Chest - Turn 5

The arena was a maelstrom of greed. Linden, a lone warrior, found himself overwhelmed by Samson's relentless assault on his reward chest. Outnumbered, he was forced to retreat, leaving his prize vulnerable. Samson's men, like hungry wolves, descended upon the chest, raining blows upon it before Linden, with a desperate lunge, drove them back.

Across the fray, Lance saw his opportunity. With a masterful maneuver, he outwitted Rojak's forces, leaving them flustered and vulnerable. Lance's warriors capitalized on the opening, surging towards Rojak's chest and landing a series of strikes before Rojak's men, regaining their composure, pushed them away.

However, the respite was short-lived. Lexis' men, fueled by a desire for vengeance, turned their focus on Lance's chest. They overwhelmed Lance's forces with sheer power, easily claiming control and pounding on the chest.

Seizing this moment of chaos, Linden, like a phantom, reappeared and delivered a devastating blow to Lexis' weakened chest, leaving a deep mark.

Meanwhile, Galandric observed the vulnerability created by Samson's earlier attack. He directed his men towards Samson's chest, their superior skills quickly overpowering Samson's defenders. Though Samson's men eventually rallied, driving Galandric's forces back, the damage was done. Their precious chest bore the scars of the assault.

The battle lines continued to shift. Njal's men, like opportunistic vultures, saw Lexis' men preoccupied and launched a vicious attack. They easily carved through Lexis' defenses, delivering devastating blows to their reward chest.

The final turn ends with, Rojak, fueled by a burning rage, targeting Galandric's chest. His men, in a display of perfect coordination, completely outmaneuvered Galandric's defenses. They landed a flurry of attacks on the chest before strategically retreating to their original positions, leaving Galandric to assess the damage.


Round 8 - Monster Raid(The Manipulator)

Turn 1

Round VIII - The Ancient Manipulator

As the participants stepped into the arena with their soldiers, their attention was immediately drawn to the mysterious black orb placed at its center by one of the wizards. With a gentle tap of his staff, the wizard triggered the orb, causing it to erupt into a dazzling display of bright purple light before dissipating into a dense, dark smoke that filled the arena.

Amidst the haze, a colossal figure emerged, shrouded in closed eyes, its massive form expanding and contracting rhythmically as it slumbered. It was clear that this enigmatic being, known as the Ancient Manipulator, held immense power, yet remained dormant for now.

Now faced with the daunting presence of the Ancient Manipulator, the participants were left with a crucial decision to make. Would they launch a direct assault on the colossal body, hoping to awaken or defeat it? Or would they opt for a more strategic approach, targeting specific parts of its body or attempting to rouse it by attacking its closed eyes?



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 1st Move


As your valiant soldiers cautiously approached the Ancient Manipulator from its rear, they encountered an unexpected obstacle: the creature's entire body was encircled by a multitude of closed eyes. With each step forward, some of the eyelids began to lift, revealing the giant, unfocused orbs within. Even in their drowsy state, the mere indirect gaze of these eyes induced a sense of vertigo, causing your men to shield their own eyes with their shields as they pressed onward.

Despite the unsettling sensation, your soldiers remained steadfast, their determination unwavering as they continued their advance. As they finally positioned themselves behind the creature, they noticed that some of the eyes had begun to partially open. The rhythmic expansion and contraction of the Manipulator's body quickened slightly, hinting at the possibility of its awakening from its deep slumber.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



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Message sent to all full members of Event Chronicle (7 recipients)

Manipulator


Some of the eyelids of the manipulator begin to slowly peel back, revealing the unfocused gaze of the creature's eyes.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon
Event Organizer of Event Chronicle



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Njal Fylkir)

Njal - 1st Move


As you begin to play your flute, its melodious tones pierce through the air, catching the attention of some of the eyes encircling the Ancient Manipulator. Slowly, they begin to turn toward you and your men, their gaze unfocused and lethargic, like a sleeper roused from a deep slumber. Despite their drowsy state, the eyes remain fixated on you, drawn by the enchanting music emanating from your instrument.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



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Message sent to all full members of Event Chronicle (7 recipients)

Manipulator


As the music fills the air, some of the eyes fixate on Njal and his men, while others turn their gaze toward Galandric's men, who huddle behind their shields. The eyes, though unfocused and drowsy, seem to react to the presence of the two groups, their attention drawn by the movements and actions of the soldiers.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon
Event Organizer of Event Chronicle



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lance Heroux)

Lance - 1st Move


As both your hunter and treeman engage the Manipulator, their attacks yield varied results. While the hunter's strike barely scratches the monster's tough exterior, the treeman's assault proves more effective. With a mighty blow, the treeman strikes one of the Manipulator's eyes, causing it to swell and tears to stream down its surface. Nearby eyes widen in response, fixating intensely on the treeman.

The treeman suddenly turns to seek out a new target, its gaze meeting that of your blademaster, who had been looking for a way to climb the Manipulator. Without warning, the treeman charges toward the blademaster, catching him off guard and inflicting an unexpected injury.

In the chaos, you take advantage of the distraction, swiftly attacking the Manipulator with your frostfire sword. As the blade pierces one of the half-opened eyes, it freezes instantly before erupting in a violent explosion. The surrounding eyes widen in alarm, and the Manipulator's body vibrates with intensity.

However, your triumph is short-lived as the eyes lock onto you, their gaze drawing you in. Suddenly, you find yourself enveloped within a surreal landscape of endless eyes, each one drawing you deeper into its hypnotic gaze.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



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Manipulator


As the encounter intensifies, the Manipulator's eyes begin to awaken further. Most of them are now slightly ajar, with some only half-open while a few have fully opened. The fully open eyes fixate intensely on Lance and his treeman, their unwavering gaze locking onto the pair with unsettling focus.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon
Event Organizer of Event Chronicle



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

Samson - 1st Move

As you choose to maintain a safe distance from the Manipulator, positioning yourself in a ready stance, you keenly observe the unfolding scene. Your attention is drawn to Galandric's and Lance's men, who, despite successfully damaging the eyes of the Manipulator, now stand frozen in place, ensnared by the intense gaze of the surrounding eyes. It's as if they've been ensnared by an unseen force, held captive by the hypnotic stare of the Manipulator's eyes. With a sense of foreboding, you continue to watch, uncertain of what will happen next in this surreal encounter.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Linden Arindal)

Linden - 1st Move

As you opt to adopt a watchful stance, your focus remains fixed on the towering form of the Manipulator. Meanwhile, your gaze lingers on Galandric's and Lance's men, ensnared by the intense stare of the Manipulator's eyes. Their immobilization is concerning, hinting at the formidable power wielded by this ancient being.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Rojak Sethar)

Rojak - 1st Move

As you lead your men into battle against the Manipulator, their weapons clash against its resilient body, leaving only superficial wounds. However, a group of your men successfully target and destroy several of the creature's eyes. Yet, instead of victory, this action triggers a chilling response.

The eyes surrounding the destroyed ones snap open wide, fixating on your men with an intensity that renders them motionless. Despite their training and resolve, they stand transfixed, unable to tear their gaze away from the hypnotic hold of the Manipulator's eyes. A sense of dread washes over you as you witness your men ensnared in the creature's gaze, their fate now uncertain in the face of this otherworldly adversary.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Njal Fylkir)

Njal - 1st Move

As the Manipulator's focus turns towards those who dared to assail its eyes, you seize the opportunity to strike. Your lance charge is swift and true, finding its mark with precision, shattering one of the creature's eyes. Encouraged by your success, your men join in, slashing at several more eyes. However, the victory is short-lived.

The eyes adjacent to the destroyed ones snap open wide, fixating on you and your men with an unsettling intensity. Caught in their hypnotic gaze, you find yourself drawn into a mesmerizing cascade of endless eyes within eyes. Despite your efforts to resist, you and your men remain ensnared, trapped in a trance-like state as the Manipulator's relentless hold tightens its grip.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon


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Manipulator

As the Manipulator loses several of its eyes, the remaining closed ones snap open with newfound intensity. No longer unfocused, their gaze sharpens, actively scouring the surroundings for threats. Among them, a few eyes stand out, their irises sporting vibrant hues, while the majority boast simple brown irises.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 1st Move

You command your peasants to target the unopened eyes of the Manipulator, instructing them to stab at the eyelids to prevent them from opening fully before delivering the final blow. They carry out your orders diligently, successfully destroying several eyes in quick succession. However, as the eyes surrounding the destroyed ones open wide, they immediately fix their intense gaze upon your peasants.

Some of your peasants heed your earlier warning and manage to retreat in time, averting their gaze from the mesmerizing eyes. However, others are not as fortunate, their movements too slow to escape the captivating stare of the surrounding eyes. These unfortunate souls stand frozen, petrified by the overwhelming gaze of the Manipulator's eyes.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

Samson - 1st Move - Attack

Armed with a flaming torch in one hand and a sword in the other, you charge towards the Manipulator, strategically positioning yourself with the sun at your back. As you close in, the eyes of the creature seem to avoid your direction, their focus disrupted by the blinding glare. Seizing the opportunity, you strike with precision, destroying one of its eyes.

As the surrounding eyes turn their gaze towards you, a wave of dizziness washes over you. Yet, to your surprise, the sensation swiftly dissipates. Intrigued by this unexpected turn of events, you peer closely at the eyes, only to notice them blinking rapidly with tears streaming down their faces. It appears that your tactic of using the sun to your advantage has caught the Manipulator off guard.

Quickly seizing the moment, you swiftly retreat from the creature's vicinity, capitalizing on its momentary disorientation.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Turn 2

Round VIII - Turn 2


Manipulator

As the eyes surrounding the colossal form of the Manipulator open wide, a dark purple smoke begins to billow from its towering figure. Gradually, the smoke descends, engulfing the arena in a thick fog that shrouds everything in its path. Visibility diminishes rapidly as the fog spreads, drastically reducing the distance that can be seen by everyone within the arena.


Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 2nd Move

As you order your men to shield charge into the Manipulator, their determination is evident, but the sheer size and weight of the creature prove to be insurmountable obstacles. Quickly realizing the futility of their efforts, they abandon the attempt to push it off balance and instead shift their focus to attacking its eyes. With concerted effort, they swiftly destroy one of its eyes, triggering a startling reaction from the surrounding eyes.

As the eyes around the destroyed one open wide, their intense gaze fixates on your men, causing them to freeze in place. Like statues, they stand immobilized, unable to tear their gaze away from the mesmerizing sight before them. The eerie stillness pervades the battlefield as your men remain entranced by the intense stare of the Manipulator's eyes.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Njal Fylkir)

Njal - 2nd Move

As your men gather around you, forming a tight schiltron to protect against the encroaching darkness, the swirling purple smoke begins to envelop your ranks. Initially, you can discern the outlines of your comrades, but as the smoke thickens, distinguishing one from another becomes increasingly challenging. Soon, even the familiar faces standing beside you blur into indistinct shapes amidst the haze.

Amidst the thickening fog, whispers echo faintly, their origins obscured by the dense mist. Uncertainty grips you as you strain to discern whether these murmurs emanate from your own men or something more ominous lurking within the veiled confines of the mist.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 2nd Move - Attack

As the purple mist enveloped you and your men like a relentless tide, your quick thinking to wet cloths and cover each face proved effective. Despite the thickening haze, you maintained clear visibility among your ranks, ensuring cohesion amidst the swirling fog.

Pressing forward through the murky veil, the eerie glow of the Manipulator's eyes pierced the darkness, their irises visible even amidst the dense smoke. With swift and coordinated strikes, you and your men targeted the eyes, shattering several in rapid succession. Though you could sense the collective gaze of the remaining eyes bearing down upon you, the smoke seemed to shield your group from their influence.

Yet, amidst the chaos, your attention was drawn to a larger eye situated higher up on the Manipulator's body. As its gaze fixated upon you and your men, a palpable rise in temperature enveloped your surroundings, signaling a potentially perilous escalation in the encounter.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 2nd Move - Attack II


As you command your men to climb the towering form of the Manipulator, some struggle to find purchase with their daggers. However, those near the destroyed eyes quickly discover a softer spot in the creature's flesh, allowing them to ascend. Yet, as they climb, the heat intensifies, a foreboding sign of the danger ahead.

As your men draw closer to the giant eye, its iris begins to glow a menacing red hue. Suddenly, they erupt into flames, plummeting from the Manipulator's body in a fiery cascade. Despite their sacrifice, you press onward, feeling the searing heat engulf your own body. With each step, the pain intensifies, your vision blurred by the agony.

Summoning every ounce of resolve, you reach the eye, your senses overwhelmed by the blistering pain. With a final, desperate thrust, your sword pierces the iris, triggering a violent explosion that sends you hurtling backward. As you crash to the ground, the inferno subsides, leaving behind only the dull ache of your battered body. Though bruised and battered, you find solace in the absence of the agonizing fire that once consumed you.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Rojak Sethar)

Rojak - 2nd Move

As you and your men cautiously advance with torches ablaze, the thick purple smoke of the arena envelops you like a shroud. Initially, you can still discern the faint outlines of your companions amidst the haze, their torchlight flickering weakly against the oppressive fog. Yet, as the smoke grows denser, the feeble glow of your torches struggles to pierce the thickening veil, casting eerie shadows that dance in the swirling mist.

Soon, the smoke becomes so dense that even the dim illumination from your torches is swallowed by the enveloping darkness. Lost amidst the swirling vapors, you and your men are rendered blind, unable to discern friend from foe in the impenetrable gloom. Whispers echo from all directions, disorienting your senses and shrouding your surroundings in an unsettling veil of uncertainty.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lance Heroux)

Lance - 2nd Move


As you dispatch your hunter toward the last known location of the manipulator, the expanding purple smoke swiftly consumes him, swallowing him whole in its dense embrace. Moments later, the smoke reaches your position, enveloping you and your men in its opaque shroud. Thickening rapidly, the smoke obscures everything in its path, rendering visibility nonexistent.

Even the flickering torchlight held by your men fails to penetrate the dense fog, casting you all into a disorienting darkness. Struggling to discern your surroundings, you find yourself unable to see even your own hand before you. Lost amidst the swirling mist, you strain to hear any indication of your men's whereabouts, but the whispers that echo from all directions only serve to heighten your sense of confusion.

Trapped in this impenetrable haze, you can only hope to navigate by instinct alone, your senses dulled by the suffocating embrace of the purple fog.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 2nd Move

As you command your men to dig in, hoping to establish a solid position amidst the encroaching chaos, the dense smoke swiftly engulfs them, enveloping each figure in its swirling tendrils. Thickening rapidly, the smoke obscures all sight, rendering even the closest companions invisible to one another.

Before long, the whispers begin—an incessant cacophony that seems to emanate from every direction at once, disorienting and bewildering. Unable to rely on sound to locate your men amidst the oppressive fog, you find yourself isolated in a realm of shifting shadows and muffled voices, utterly cut off from any sense of direction or proximity. In this surreal landscape, the boundaries between reality and illusion blur, leaving you adrift in a world of uncertainty and dread.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon




As the dense purple smoke continues to swirl around people, obscuring even the faintest glimmer of light, strange silhouettes begin to materialize within its depths. Despite the thick haze that shrouds everyone's surroundings, these shadowy figures stand out with an eerie clarity, their forms stark against the murky backdrop. It's a surreal sight—amidst the impenetrable fog, these silhouettes loom ominously, their presence both unsettling and enigmatic. And yet, despite the oppressive darkness that envelops everyone, people find themselves drawn to these mysterious shapes, as if they hold the key to unlocking the secrets of this otherworldly realm. As the whispers continue to echo through the thick haze, everyone can't shake the feeling that these shadowy figures are somehow connected to the unsettling voices that fill the air. With each passing moment, the sense of unease intensifies, leaving everyone grappling with the unsettling realization that people are not alone in this dark and foreboding place.



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 2nd Move II


As you approach one of the silhouettes and reach out to grab its shoulder, hoping to find one of your men amidst the swirling darkness, the smoke around you begins to dissipate slightly, revealing the silhouette's true form. To your horror, you find yourself face to face with a tall, purple humanoid, its features dominated by a single giant eye where its face should be.

Before you can react, the creature turns its gaze upon you, and for a brief moment, your vision is consumed by darkness. When you come to, the purple monster is nowhere to be seen, replaced instead by one of your peasants standing before you. Though you cannot recall his name, there's a nagging sense of familiarity about him.

Before you can issue any orders, the peasant grabs you firmly and begins to lead you away, his actions urgent and determined. Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, you follow him, your mind racing with questions and uncertainty.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 2nd Move III

As you command your peasants to gather around you amidst the swirling smoke, they comply obediently, forming a tight circle around you. However, instead of the usual camaraderie and solidarity you expect, you sense an eerie tension in the air as your men stare at you with unnerving intensity.

A chill runs down your spine as you meet their gazes, a sense of unease settling over you like a heavy shroud. Try as you might, you find yourself unable to move or act, as if held in place by some unseen force.

Questions race through your mind, but before you can voice them, a creeping sense of dread washes over you, leaving you paralyzed with uncertainty. In the midst of the thickening smoke and the silent stares of your men, you can't help but wonder what dark forces are at play, and what fate awaits you in this mysterious and foreboding realm.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Linden Arindal)

Linden - 2nd Move - Attack

With your mouth covered by a wet cloth to filter out the noxious purple smoke, you set your sights on the glowing eyes of the manipulator in the distance. Determination fuels your actions as you charge forward, lance at the ready, intent on destroying the source of the eerie gaze.

As you ride along the body of the manipulator, your lance strikes true, shattering several of its eyes with precision. Yet, as the eyes crumble, a strange transformation takes place. The surrounding eyes begin to absorb the purple smoke, swelling in size before bursting forth from their sockets and falling to the ground below.

Before you can fully comprehend the situation, the fallen eyes contort and reshape themselves into tall, humanoid figures cloaked in purple. With swift and fluid movements, they disappear into the swirling mist, leaving you momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon


Turn 3

Manipulator - Turn 3

As the dense purple mist that enshrouded the arena gradually dissipates, the figure of the manipulator comes back into view. However, it's not as it was before. Many of its eyes are now missing, leaving behind empty sockets that punctuate its massive form.

From the top of the manipulator's towering body, new eyes begin to emerge, larger and more imposing than those that came before. Their irises bear different colors, each one gazing down upon the soldiers below with an unsettling intensity. With a sense of foreboding, the soldiers prepare themselves for whatever challenges lie ahead, knowing that they face a formidable adversary in the wake of these ominous developments.



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lance Heroux)

Near the manipulator, a cluster of purple humanoids catches your eye. Their heads are nothing but giant eyes, giving them an otherworldly appearance. You deduce that these creatures must have originated from the missing eyes of the manipulator, now transformed into formidable entities.

Four of these humanoid figures stand ominously close to the manipulator, their imposing presence adding to the already tense atmosphere. However, your attention is drawn to another figure in the distance, larger and more imposing than the rest. This creature stands on four legs instead of two, exuding an aura of strength and power.

As you observe these beings, you can't help but feel a sense of trepidation. They appear formidable and resilient, posing a significant threat to anyone who dares to challenge them.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

In the distance, you notice other participants who are ensnared by the purple humanoids you previously encountered. Each of these eerie creatures is affixed to the back of a soldier or knight, their glowing irises emanating an ominous aura. It's evident that these individuals, save for your own men and Linden, have fallen under the influence of these malevolent beings.

As you observe from afar, you can sense the palpable hostility emanating from those who are under the creatures' sway. Their movements are stiff and unnatural, their expressions devoid of warmth or recognition.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Linden Arindal)

In the distance, you notice other participants who are ensnared by the purple humanoids you previously encountered. Each of these eerie creatures is affixed to the back of a soldier or knight, their glowing irises emanating an ominous aura. It's evident that these individuals, save for you and Galandric's group, have fallen under the influence of these malevolent beings.

As you observe from afar, you can sense the palpable hostility emanating from those who are under the creatures' sway. Their movements are stiff and unnatural, their expressions devoid of warmth or recognition.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 3rd Move


With determination coursing through your veins, you lead your group of twenty peasants forward, marching resolutely towards the unsettling presence of the purple humanoids and the looming figure of the manipulator beyond them.

As you advance, the air crackles with tension, each step forward bringing you closer to the heart of the eerie spectacle unfolding before you. The glowing eyes of the humanoids flicker ominously, their gaze fixated on your approach as if anticipating your next move.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

As the four sturdy purple humanoids charge towards your group, their imposing presence instills a sense of dread in your heart. With a thunderous clash, they collide with your group, their formidable strength sending four of your peasants tumbling to the ground.

Amidst the chaos, you watch in horror as the bodies of four of your peasants contort and twist, their forms morphing into that of the very creatures they collided with. The realization dawns upon you with chilling clarity—they have been transformed into purple humanoids, joining the ranks of the spectral creatures that now stand before you.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 3rd Move

With resolve burning in your heart, you and your men swiftly move to liberate Lexis and his group from the grip of the purple humanoids. As you engage in battle with the evil creatures, your determination to free your allies fuels your every strike.

With swift and decisive action, you manage to defeat the four purple humanoids that had ensnared some of Lexis' peasants, freeing them from their mind control. As they regain their senses, they explain the harrowing truth—that to their eyes, you and your men initially appeared as the very creatures you fought against, trapped in the thrall of the malevolent beings.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, you understand that the fate of the remaining members of Lexis' group now hangs in the balance, depending on the decisions made by their leader.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

You observe the four ominous purple humanoids descending upon Lexis and his men, their malevolent intent evident in their swift and aggressive movements. In the ensuing clash, four of Lexis' twenty peasants are swiftly felled by the relentless assault, while an equal number are tragically transformed into the very creatures they fought against.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Linden Arindal)

You watch as Galandric's men make their way towards Lexis' group, who are ensnared by the purple humanoids. In a valiant effort, they engage the creatures, managing to dispatch four out of the ten humanoids menacing Lexis' men. As a result, four of Lexis' peasants are liberated from the creatures' control, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 3rd Move - Attack

You and your men launch a frenzied assault into the air, striking out blindly at the unseen threat. As your lance connects with something solid, a large eye materializes above you, impaled by your weapon. To your astonishment, you realize that your men have also been attacking the invisible foes, revealing themselves to be the purple humanoids in disguise.

The shocking revelation dawns upon you—all along, half of your peasants were the very creatures you had been fighting against. Ensnared by their deceptive guise, you and your men were unwittingly manipulated into targeting innocent allies.

It becomes clear that Galandric and his men, who you initially thought were the purple humanoids, were not your enemies, but rather allies who bravely fought against the creatures, freeing some of your men from their control. Meanwhile, Linden stands steadfast by the Manipulator, likely engaging it in combat.

Glancing behind you, you see more purple humanoids looming over Rojak, Lance, Samson, and Njal, who remain under the creatures' influence. With this realization, you understand the need for caution, as your former allies may now see you and your men as enemies, unable to recognize friend from foe under the monsters' control.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(recipients not listed)

Lexis and his men break free from the grasp of the purple humanoids, launching a fierce assault on the creatures' eyes, their determination evident as they fight to regain control of their own minds. Meanwhile, Lance and Rojak charge forward with determination, leaving the influence of the purple humanoids behind them. However, their men remain ensnared by the creatures' manipulation.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lance Heroux)

Lance - 3rd Move


As you and Rojak charge ahead towards the purple humanoids, a startling transformation unfolds before your eyes. The monstrous figures gradually morph into familiar faces—Lexis, Galandric, and Linden, along with their respective companions. This unexpected turn leaves you momentarily stunned, but quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, you swiftly turn your gaze back to your own men.

Behind you, your men stand surrounded by towering purple humanoids, their figures imposing against the dim light. One of the creatures attempts to give chase, but your horse proves too swift, carrying you away from immediate danger.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Rojak Sethar)

Rojak - 3rd Move


As you and Lance charge ahead towards the purple humanoids, a startling transformation unfolds before your eyes. The monstrous figures gradually morph into familiar faces—Lexis, Galandric, and Linden, along with their respective companions. This unexpected turn leaves you momentarily stunned, but quickly realizing the gravity of the situation, you swiftly turn your gaze back to your own men.

Behind you, your men stand surrounded by towering purple humanoids, their figures imposing against the dim light. One of the creatures attempts to give chase, but your horse proves too swift, carrying you away from immediate danger.


Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon


Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

Samson - 3rd Move

As you command your men to aid Lexis and his group, a harrowing sight unfolds before you. Despite their valiant efforts, Lexis and his men are swiftly overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of purple humanoids. One by one, they succumb to the creatures, falling to the ground as the purple monsters rise in their place. With the addition of the initial assailants, their numbers swell to fourteen, a formidable force against which your allies stand little chance.

Meanwhile, Rojak and Lance charge forward in a desperate attempt to join the fray, but their efforts are in vain. Before they can even reach their intended targets, they too undergo a horrifying transformation, morphing into the same monstrous beings that assail Lexis and his men.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 3rd Move - Attack

As you strategize your next move, you leave one of your soldiers behind to serve as a lookout, warning other knights of the impending danger. With resolve in your heart, you command the rest of your men to redirect their efforts towards the Manipulator.

The once formidable creature now appears weakened, its body deflating as it oozes green blood from its empty eye sockets. Despite its diminished state, the glowing intensity of its larger, colorful eyes betrays a fierce determination to fight on.

Advancing cautiously, you and your men encounter a new challenge: the sticky green blood pooling on the ground impedes your progress, making each step forward a struggle. Nevertheless, you press on, determined to reach the Manipulator's vulnerable eyes.

Suddenly, one of the large eyes transforms into a striking shade of blue, fixating its gaze on one of your blademasters. In an instant, it unleashes a powerful beam, turning the unfortunate warrior into a frozen statue.

Aware of the urgency of the situation, you hasten your approach, determined to neutralize the threat posed by the blue eye. With swift determination, you close the distance and deliver a decisive blow, vanquishing the eye before it can unleash further devastation.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

Samson - 3rd Move

As you swing your weapon upwards, you make contact with something solid lurking above your head. In a flurry of motion, an eye materializes before you, its familiar gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

Glancing around, you quickly discern the truth: the eye was not floating independently, but rather attached to a purple humanoid that stands among your men. A chilling realization dawns upon you—each of your comrades has fallen under the influence of these insidious monsters.

It becomes clear that you and your men were unwittingly manipulated by these creatures, likely ambushed during the chaotic haze of the smoky arena.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon


Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 3rd Move - Attack

As you strategize your next move, you leave one of your soldiers behind to serve as a lookout, warning other knights of the impending danger. With resolve in your heart, you command the rest of your men to redirect their efforts towards the Manipulator.

The once formidable creature now appears weakened, its body deflating as it oozes green blood from its empty eye sockets. Despite its diminished state, the glowing intensity of its larger, colorful eyes betrays a fierce determination to fight on.

Advancing cautiously, you and your men encounter a new challenge: the sticky green blood pooling on the ground impedes your progress, making each step forward a struggle. Nevertheless, you press on, determined to reach the Manipulator's vulnerable eyes.

Suddenly, one of the large eyes transforms into a striking shade of blue, fixating its gaze on one of your blademasters. In an instant, it unleashes a powerful beam, turning the unfortunate warrior into a frozen statue.

Aware of the urgency of the situation, you hasten your approach, determined to neutralize the threat posed by the blue eye. With swift determination, you close the distance and deliver a decisive blow, vanquishing the eye before it can unleash further devastation.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Samson Dixon)

Samson - 3rd Move

As you swing your weapon upwards, you make contact with something solid lurking above your head. In a flurry of motion, an eye materializes before you, its familiar gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

Glancing around, you quickly discern the truth: the eye was not floating independently, but rather attached to a purple humanoid that stands among your men. A chilling realization dawns upon you—each of your comrades has fallen under the influence of these insidious monsters.

It becomes clear that you and your men were unwittingly manipulated by these creatures, likely ambushed during the chaotic haze of the smoky arena.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon


Turn 4

Manipulator - Turn 4

As the Manipulator's body begins to deflate, its once towering form diminishing in size, you observe a curious phenomenon. While its physical presence wanes, the intensity of its remaining larger eyes seems to grow, radiating with renewed vigor.

It's as if the creature has shifted its focus from maintaining its size to fortifying itself. With each passing moment, the luminance of its remaining eyes intensifies, hinting at a newfound resolve to repel any further attacks.



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Galandric Aboolio)

Galandric - 4th Move

As your men gather around the giant blue eye, they carefully position it over the frozen statue which used to be one of your blademasters. With a determined effort, they squeeze the eye, causing streams of blue liquid to gush forth and envelop the statue.

As the liquid makes contact with the frozen form, a remarkable transformation begins to unfold. The icy coating gradually recedes, revealing a figure that, while still frozen, now emanates a faint aura of life.

To your astonishment, the once-immobile statue begins to stir, its movements slow and deliberate as it adjusts to its newfound state of being. Despite its frozen exterior, there's an unmistakable sense of warmth and camaraderie in its demeanor, as if it retains the essence of the valiant warrior it once was.

It becomes evident that your blademaster has undergone a profound metamorphosis, emerging as a living embodiment of ice and resilience.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lance Heroux)

Lance - 4th Move - Attack


As you swiftly pivot to confront the looming threat of the purple humanoids, determination courses through your veins. With lance in hand, you charge forward, the thunderous hooves of your steed echoing your resolve. As you close in on the nearest humanoid, you unleash a devastating strike, cleaving through its form and dispersing the malevolent presence within.

Yet, your momentum is met with resistance as the remaining purple humanoids exert their control over your men, thwarting your advance. With grim determination, you press on, battling against the invisible bonds that restrain your allies.

Suddenly, the situation takes a dire turn as one of the purple humanoids merges with the treeman, transforming it into a formidable adversary. With savage ferocity, the treeman lashes out, its attacks inflicting grave injuries upon your comrades.

Undeterred by the treeman's onslaught, you continue your attack against the purple humanoids, focusing on freeing your men from the grip of the malevolent entity. Through sheer perseverance and unwavering resolve, you succeed in liberating your soldiers from the purple humanoid's influence.

However, with the treeman now turned against you, there's no choice but to confront the threat head-on. With coordinated precision, you and your men encircle the creature, striking with relentless determination until it lies vanquished, its threat extinguished once and for all.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Report from Wassgandr Felsenbach

(Personal message to Lexis o'maxim)

Lexis - 4th Move


As you scan the chaotic scene before you, your gaze settles on Linden, standing stoically beside the manipulator. His demeanor exudes a sense of calm amidst the tumultuous events unfolding around him. With a keen eye, he observes the unfolding chaos, his presence a steady anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

Wassgandr Felsenbach
Royal of Luria Nova
Duke of Eternal Radiance
Margrave of Askileon



Manipulator - Final Form

As the manipulator's body collapses, a sinister transformation takes place. From its deflated form emerges a monstrous creature akin to a massive spider, its grotesque body adorned with numerous colorful eyes that peer down upon the participants. With each step, its many legs, resembling thick tentacles, writhe and thrash, exuding an aura of malevolence.

In a frenzy, the remaining purple humanoids converge upon the spider-like entity, merging with its form and adding to the myriad of eyes that adorn its body. With a deafening roar that reverberates throughout the arena, the monstrous spider lashes out, unleashing its fury upon all who dare to draw near.

As chaos ensues and the participants scramble to defend themselves against the onslaught, the sheer terror of the creature's presence looms large, casting a shadow of fear and uncertainty over the arena.



Manipulator - Attacks Linden & Galandric

As the manipulator unleashes its onslaught, targeting Linden and Galandric with its long tentacles, chaos erupts across the arena. With swift and calculated movements, Linden deftly evades the thrashing appendages, displaying mastery over his steed. In a daring maneuver, he retaliates, driving his lance deep into some of the tentacles, inflicting damage upon the monstrous entity.

Meanwhile, Galandric's men find themselves ensnared by the manipulator's grasp, lifted and hurled across the arena with immense force. Helpless against the creature's relentless assault, they collide with the walls, their bodies crashing to the ground with a resounding impact. Despite their valiant efforts, they are no match for the manipulator's overwhelming strength.

As the battle rages on, the manipulator's ferocity knows no bounds, its monstrous form wreaking havoc upon all who stand in its path. With each swing of its tentacles, it seeks to crush its adversaries and assert its dominance over the battlefield, leaving destruction and chaos in its wake.


Turn 5

Njal - 5th Move - Attack


As Njal's men heed his command and charge bravely towards the manipulator, their battle cries echoing through the chaos, they face the full force of the creature's wrath. With swift and savage movements, the manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, hurling several of Njal's thugs through the air. The impact of the violent throw leaves Thug 9 and Thug 12 injured, their bodies battered and bruised, while Thug 7 meets a more tragic fate, crushed beneath the crushing force of the manipulator's tentacles, his life extinguished in an instant.

Yet, undeterred by the loss and the danger that surrounds them, those who manage to reach the manipulator press on, their determination unwavering. With fierce determination, they slash and hack at the monstrous tentacles, aiming to weaken the creature's defenses and deliver a decisive blow.

Njal himself leads the charge, his fire lance blazing with fiery fury as he drives it deep into the manipulator's flesh. The explosive impact tears through one of the tentacles, sending shrapnel flying in all directions. However, their victory is short-lived as the manipulator retaliates with lethal precision.

In a burst of rage, one of the manipulator's colored eyes, glowing with a fiery red intensity, unleashes a devastating beam of energy. The beam strikes with deadly accuracy, engulfing Njal's Thug 13 in searing flames, reducing him to naught but ashes in an instant.



Samson & Lexis - 5th Move - Attack

As both Samson's and Lexis' forces advance toward the manipulator, the monstrous entity shifts its attention from Njal's men to its new adversaries. With lightning speed, the manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, sweeping through the ranks of Lexis' men like a scythe through wheat. In the chaos of battle, Peasant 4 and Peasant 17 bear the brunt of the tentacle assault, their bodies grievously wounded by the savage strikes.

Undeterred by the onslaught, both Samson's and Lexis' men rally to retaliate, their weapons striking out in a flurry of blows against the encroaching tentacles. Samson, wielding his fire lance with deadly precision, charges forward, his aim true as the lance finds its mark on one of the manipulator's massive tentacles. With a deafening explosion, the tentacle is severed from the creature's body, torn asunder by the fiery blast.

Simultaneously, from the opposite flank, Lexis launches his own assault, his fire lance meeting its target with unerring accuracy. Another tentacle falls, sundered by the fiery onslaught, leaving the manipulator reeling from the loss.

Yet, in its fury, the manipulator's eyes blaze with renewed intensity, a harbinger of the devastation to come. Before Samson and Lexis can fully disengage, two beams of purple energy streak forth from the manipulator's glowing eyes. Samson's Peasant 1 and Peasant 4, caught in the path of the malevolent beams, are consumed by the otherworldly energy, their forms twisting and contorting as they are transformed into purple humanoids.

With a surge of dark energy, the newly created creatures merge seamlessly with the manipulator, their sacrifice fueling the creature's regeneration as it begins to mend its wounded form, tentacles sprouting anew from its grotesque body. The battlefield trembles with the ominous power of the manipulator, a stark reminder of the ever-present danger that looms over all who dare to challenge it.



Lance & Galandric - 5th Move - Attack


As Lance charges toward the towering Manipulator, his enchanted sword gleaming with arcane energy, Galandric follows close behind with his iceman at the ready. With a thunderous roar, the Manipulator lashes out with its tentacles, a flurry of deadly strikes aimed at the brave warriors.

Undeterred, Lance swings his sword with precision, the enchanted blade slicing through the air as it cleaves through the thick tentacles. Each strike leaves a trail of frost and flame in its wake, freezing and burning the tendrils before him. Despite his valiant efforts, Lance finds himself overwhelmed by the sheer number of tentacles, forced to retreat under the relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Galandric focuses his attention on a critical point of the Manipulator's structure, targeting one of the larger tentacles that supports its towering form. With a fierce charge, he drives his lance deep into the thick sinew, the impact sending tremors through the creature's body. Although the blow is not enough to fully sever the tentacle, it weakens the Manipulator's stability, causing it to waver precariously.

However, Galandric's triumph is short-lived as the Manipulator retaliates with swiftness and fury. Thin, agile tentacles snake forward, seeking to ensnare and crush the valiant knight. But before they can close in, Galandric's iceman leaps into action, interposing itself between its master and the deadly appendages. With swift and precise strikes, the iceman carves a path through the writhing tendrils, clearing the way for Galandric to evade the imminent threat.



Manipulator - Weakened but Unrelenting


The manipulator, its once-menacing tentacles ragged and depleted, appears incapable of regenerating its lost limbs. However, its eyes burn with an unsettling luminescence, brighter than ever before. To reach the source of this ominous glow, you must first sever the creature's colossal supporting tentacles.


Turn 6

Galandric - 6th Move - Attack

Galandric once again charges toward the towering Manipulator with his iceman by his side. Their target remains the same: one of the eight supporting tentacles that uphold the colossal creature's towering form. With a fierce battle cry, Galandric directs his lance toward the weakened tentacle, his resolve unyielding.

As they approach, the eyes embedded in the Manipulator's body lock onto Galandric, sensing the imminent threat posed by his formidable presence. In a swift and coordinated assault, colored beams of energy lance out from the glowing eyes, targeting both Galandric and his iceman with deadly precision. Yet, in a selfless act of valor, the iceman shields Galandric from the brunt of the attack, absorbing the searing energy with its own body.

Despite sustaining grievous injuries from the onslaught, the iceman stands firm, its resolve unbroken as it continues to protect its master. With a swift and powerful thrust, Galandric's lance connects with the targeted tentacle, shattering it with a resounding crack. The Manipulator shudders as the severed appendage falls away, its remaining tentacles moving swiftly to maintain its precarious balance.



Lexis - 6th Move - Attack

In a strategic move, Lexis and his men seize the moment to turn their attention toward Samson and his unsuspecting soldiers. With precision and speed, Lexis leads the charge, his lance striking true as it finds its mark on Samson's hunter 5, inflicting a wound upon him. Meanwhile, Lexis' men rally behind their leader, employing the inspiring Lexisan Line Tactic with remarkable skill and coordination.

As the battle unfolds, the combined strength and unity of Lexis' forces prove overwhelming, driving Samson's men into a hasty retreat. Amidst the chaos of combat, the valor and skill displayed by one of Lexis' own, peasant 2, stand out prominently. Recognized for his exceptional prowess in battle, he earns the esteemed title of Rolfe 'the Strong,' a testament to his bravery and martial prowess on the battlefield.



Samson - 6th Move - Attack

Amidst the chaos of battle, Samson and his resolute band of warriors make a strategic decision to redirect their efforts toward confronting the manipulator directly. As they advance, the manipulator unleashes a barrage of lethal beams from its radiating eyes, intent on halting their advance.

Tragically, Samson's peasant 5 falls victim to the devastating assault, consumed by the searing energy of the manipulator's beam, leaving naught but a pile of ashes in its wake. Hunter 5 also suffers the same attack but survives, though grievously wounded and incapacitated by the relentless onslaught.

Undeterred, the remaining soldiers press onward, their resolve unwavering as they maneuver beneath the looming shadow of the manipulator. With precision, they target one of the remaining supporting tentacles, striking with swift and decisive blows. Their concerted efforts yield success as the tentacle is destroyed, weakening the manipulator's stability.

Swiftly anticipating the manipulator's next move, Samson and his men tactically retreat from the immediate vicinity, narrowly evading the wrath of the monster's retaliatory onslaught.



Lance - 6th Move - Attack

In a daring and audacious move, Lance resolves to confront the manipulator's supporting tentacles single-handedly, driven by a fierce determination to cripple the creature's defenses. With the manipulator's eyes still in the process of recharging, Lance seizes the opportunity to strike, his frostfire enchanted sword ablaze with potent magic.

As he closes in on the nearest supporting tentacle, the severed tentacle from Samson's previous assault undergoes a grotesque transformation, morphing into agile and malevolent walking appendages, poised to repel any threat to their master. Undeterred, Lance delivers a devastating blow to the supporting tentacle, causing it to freeze and erupt in a spectacular explosion.

However, before he can press his advantage, the walking tentacles swarm around him, their relentless assault threatening to overwhelm him. Despite his valiant efforts to fend them off, their sheer numbers prove to be too much, and Lance finds himself ensnared beneath the manipulator's gaze.

With a terrifying display of power, the manipulator's eyes blaze with multifaceted hues before converging into a chilling shade of purple. In unison, they unleash a barrage of beams, each one searing with malevolent energy, as Lance's anguished cries pierce the air.

When the dust settles, Lance emerges from the onslaught, his once-heroic form now marred by thick purple skin adorned with numerous eyes. Transformed into a monstrous sentinel, he now commands the walking tentacles, sworn to defend the manipulator at any cost, his allegiance twisted by the dark influence of his master.



Njal - 6th Move - Attack

Njal strategizes to flank Lance and his newfound minions, seeking to exploit any vulnerabilities in their defenses. With precision and skill, he delivers a decisive lance strike directly at Lance, managing to inflict damage to several of the eyes adorning his corrupted form. Seizing the momentum, Njal's men swiftly follow up with their coordinated assault, targeting and destroying a number of the menacing walking tentacles.

However, Lance, empowered by his monstrous transformation, proves to be a formidable adversary. With a swift and lethal counterattack, he wields his frostfire enchanted sword with deadly accuracy, unleashing flames that engulf Thug 11 and leaving Thug 15 momentarily stunned. The manipulator, sensing the threat posed by Njal's maneuver, unleashes a devastating beam of energy that strikes with lethal precision, instantly incinerating Thug 9 and snuffing out his life in a single, devastating blow.



Rojak - 6th Move - Attack

Rojak and his men launch a relentless assault on Lance, driven by a determination to vanquish the monstrous threat he poses. Rojak's lance strikes Lance with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through the thick layer of skin covering his form and inflicting significant damage to the multitude of eyes embedded within. Meanwhile, Rojak's horse responds to his master's command, delivering a powerful kick that repels one of the encroaching walking tentacles, temporarily disrupting its advance.

As Rojak's men join the fray, they engage the walking tentacles with fierce determination, wielding their weapons with skill and precision to cut down several of the menacing appendages. However, their efforts are met with a swift and devastating response from the manipulator, which unleashes a beam of purple energy directly at Lance. The force of the blast causes one of the manipulator's eyes to lose its energy and fall from its socket to the ground below.

In a horrifying transformation, Lance undergoes a grotesque metamorphosis, growing larger and sprouting two formidable tentacle arms imbued with the same enchanted power as his sword. With a vicious sweep of his newly acquired appendages, Lance lashes out at Rojak's men, freezing Thug 8, 9, and 15 in their tracks with a chilling blast of frost. With a final, brutal strike, Lance shatters Thug 15, delivering a fatal blow that ends his life in an instant.



Turn 7

Njal - 7th Move - Attack


As Njal charges toward the manipulator, his focus unwavering despite the chaos unfolding around him, he catches a glimpse of Lance and Rojak locked in a fierce clash. With determination driving his actions, Njal steels himself for the imminent confrontation with the manipulator and its formidable defenses.

As he and his men close in on their target, Njal quickly assesses the situation, recognizing the need to neutralize the walking tentacle minions guarding the manipulator before they can mount a coordinated defense. With precision and skill, Njal and his men launch a coordinated assault, striking down seven of the twenty minions with calculated efficiency.

However, their success is short-lived as the manipulator swiftly retaliates, lashing out with one of its massive supporting tentacles in a devastating counterattack. Njal and most of his men manage to evade the deadly blow. Tragically, Thug 14 and 15 are unable to avoid the tentacle's crushing force in time, meeting a grisly end as they are pulverized by the immense weight and power of the manipulator's attack. Their broken bodies serve as grim reminders of the perilous nature of their mission.



Lance vs Rojak - 7th Move - Attack

Lance and Rojak engage in a fierce battle, their determination palpable as they strive to gain the upper hand. Rojak, undeterred by the daunting sight of Lance's transformed form, charges forward with unwavering resolve, aiming his lance true at Lance's purple-veiled body.

However, Lance's tentacle arms, fueled by dark enchantments, swiftly ensnare Rojak's horse, immobilizing the valiant steed before delivering a swift and lethal blow that severs its head from its body. Rojak, forced to abandon his fallen companion, joins his men in a desperate attempt to outmaneuver Lance.

Yet, Lance's tentacle arms prove to be formidable weapons, wielding the dead horse carcass with terrifying strength and precision. With a devastating swing, the makeshift maul shatters the resolve of Rojak's men, claiming the lives of thug 8 and 9 in a brutal display of force. As the chaos unfolds, Lance delivers the final blow, hurling the lifeless husk of the horse at thug 10, whose fate is sealed by the deadly impact.



Lexis - 7th Move - Attack

In a display of remarkable coordination and skill, Lexis and his men, arranged in their formidable Lexisan line formation, charge headlong into the remaining throng of thirteen walking tentacle minions. With precision and determination, they swiftly dismantle the minions, their disciplined maneuvers overpowering the simple-minded creatures.

With the minions dispatched, Lexis shifts his focus to the manipulator itself, directing his men's efforts towards crippling one of the few remaining supporting tentacles. Despite their success, the manipulator retaliates with ferocity, its burning eyes unleashing a devastating onslaught that claims the lives of peasant 12, 13, and 15 in a blaze of fiery destruction.

Forced to reassess their strategy in the face of such formidable opposition, Lexis orders a tactical retreat, wisely choosing to regroup and consolidate their forces away from the immediate danger posed by the manipulator.



Linden - 7th Move - Attack

In a swift and calculated maneuver, Linden prepares to launch an assault on the manipulator, only to find himself confronted by the menacing presence of Lance bearing down upon him with lethal intent. Recognizing the immediate threat posed by his former comrade transformed into a monstrous entity, Linden shifts his focus to the task at hand: neutralizing the imminent danger posed by Lance.

With unparalleled agility and precision, Linden deftly evades Lance's frenzied onslaught, his movements fluid and graceful as he maneuvers his steed with the finesse of a master rider. Seizing the opportune moment, Linden delivers a devastating counterattack, leveraging his superior combat prowess to momentarily incapacitate Lance, sending the colossal figure crashing to the ground.

Without hesitation, Linden swiftly disengages from the encounter, deftly evading any further confrontation with Lance as he redirects his focus towards the looming threat of the manipulator.



Galandric - 7th Move - Attack

Galandric once again confronts the manipulator, accompanied only by his steadfast iceman. With the manipulator's minions vanquished by the relentless assault of Lexis and his men, Galandric finds himself unhindered as he focuses his efforts on dismantling one of the remaining supporting tentacles.

As Galandric's iceman valiantly aids in the assault, the manipulator, sensing the impending threat, unleashes a barrage of purple-hued beams from its glowing eyes, aimed directly at Galandric. With split-second reflexes, Galandric attempts to evade the onslaught, but the beams prove too swift for his maneuvers.

In a moment of selfless sacrifice, Galandric's iceman leaps to his defense, intercepting the lethal beams with his own body, shielding Galandric from harm. Yet, despite the iceman's brave intervention, the malevolent energy of the manipulator's attack begins to take its toll, initiating a sinister transformation within the iceman himself.

Recognizing the dire situation, Galandric swiftly retreats, leaving behind his loyal companion, now in the grip of a monstrous metamorphosis. With heavy heart and grim resolve, Galandric flees the scene, unwilling to witness the full extent of his iceman's tragic fate.


Turn 8

Manipulator - 8th Turn Begins


With only two supporting tentacles remaining, the manipulator calls upon Lance to bolster its defenses once more. A piercing beam of purple energy lances out from one of its remaining three eyes, targeting one of the tentacles. In a swift and decisive strike, the tentacle is severed from the manipulator's body, only to be absorbed by Lance.

As the tentacle melds into Lance's form, a surge of vitality courses through him, revitalizing his strength. Yet, the eye responsible for the outcome falls from its socket, shattering upon impact with the ground, its power expended.

Now stripped down to its essence, the manipulator stands on its last leg, guarded fiercely by Lance and the towering ice minion, its end is approaching.



Samson - 8th Move - Attack

Samson, determined to take down Lance, charges forward while his men engage the formidable ice beast. With precision, Samson's lance strikes true, damaging one of Lance's tentacle arms. Before he can retreat, Lance's remaining tentacle grabs hold of his steed's hind leg. Acting swiftly, Samson dismounts, narrowly escaping as Lance's sword cleaves his horse in two.

As Samson battles Lance, his men valiantly try to fend off the ice beast but to no avail. The beast, with relentless fury, tears through their ranks. Peasant 2 and 3 are mercilessly shredded, and Hunter 5 is crushed under its icy onslaught. Realizing the dire situation, Samson calls for a retreat, pulling back with the few remaining men, leaving the manipulator and its monstrous guardians behind.



Lance - 8th Move - Attack

As Lance, driven by a mix of defiance and desperation, attacks the Manipulator's last remaining tentacle, the colossal body of the manipulator crashes to the ground. From within, a swarm of tentacles erupts, ensnaring both Lance and the ice beast. Despite Lance's attempts to fight back with his enchanted sword, the manipulator's partial control over his body makes resistance futile. In moments, the ice beast emerges transformed, with Lance's face grotesquely fused to the side of its head. The creature's body is now wrapped in a writhing armor of tentacles, and on its forehead gleams the manipulator's final eye, the source of its control.

The ice beast, now infused with the power that once belonged to Lance, lets out a terrifying roar. Its claws, glowing with the same enchanted magic that once strengthened Lance's sword, cut through the air as it charges toward Lance's scattered men. The terrified soldiers flee in all directions, but the beast's speed is unmatched. It swiftly catches Hunter 4 and Hunter 7, devouring them to heal itself.

The battlefield grows eerily silent for a moment, the horror of the fused creature and the loss of comrades weighing heavily. The ice beast, constantly leaking purple liquid from the gaps between its tentacle armor, stands as a monstrous testament to the manipulator's final act of defiance.



Lexis - 8th Move - Attack

Lexis readies his men for a final clash with the unstable, raging beast that the Manipulator has become. As they advance, the Manipulator, now a grotesque fusion of Lance, ice and tentacles, charges at them with unbridled fury. The giant eye embedded in its forehead glows briefly, paralyzing Lexis' steed. Realizing the horse is beyond help, Lexis quickly dismounts and moves out of the way. The Manipulator's strike sends the horse flying thirty feet, a testament to its immense strength.

Seizing the opportunity, Lexis' men launch their attack from all sides, piercing the tentacle armor with their weapons. Lexis himself draws his sword and thrusts it into the side of the Manipulator's face, directly where Lance's face is grotesquely fused. The dual screams of the Manipulator and Lance echo across the battlefield, a sound so horrific that it forces all around to drop their weapons and cover their ears.

In its agony, the Manipulator grabs Lexis and hurls him back towards his men, creating distance between itself and the attackers. Despite the pain and chaos, Lexis and his men quickly regroup, readying themselves for what they hope will be the final assault. The Manipulator, now severely wounded and leaking purple liquid from multiple wounds, seems more desperate and unstable than ever, but still dangerously powerful. The endgame is near, and the outcome teeters on a knife's edge.



Galandric - 8th Move - Preparation

Galandric's men meticulously wrap their master's armor with the grotesque remains of the Manipulator collected throughout the battle. The intent is clear: to confuse and distract the creature, using its own remnants against it.

Taking the strategy a step further, Galandric dips his sword into a strange concoction his men have crafted using the remains of the Manipulator. The mixture, a foul-smelling brew of green blood, fragmented eyes, and other viscera, seeps into the blade. Galandric hopes this infusion will imbue his sword with some of the Manipulator's own power, turning its essence against it.

As Galandric readies himself for the next assault, his transformed armor and weapon radiate a dark, unsettling energy. His men, bolstered by their leader's grim resolve, prepare to support him in what promises to be the final, decisive clash against the Manipulator.



Galandric & Linden - 8th Move - Attack


Galandric orders his men to fan out across the battlefield, their voices echoing with taunts and insults aimed directly at Lance, hoping to reach the fragment of their comrade still trapped within the Manipulator. Galandric himself approaches the monstrous entity with quiet determination, his armor grotesquely adorned with the Manipulator's own remains, a deliberate provocation.

As Galandric advances, Lance's face, twisted in agony and rage, notices him and emits a chilling scream. The Manipulator turns its massive body towards Galandric, blood seeping from its wounds and leaving a gruesome trail. Undeterred, Galandric charges forward, knowing he must keep the beast's attention on him.

In the distance, Linden charges towards the Manipulator, a glint of resolve in his eyes. But for now, the creature's focus is solely on Galandric, enraged by the sight of its own dismembered parts decorating his armor. The Manipulator lunges with terrifying speed. Galandric dismounts just in time, narrowly escaping the brunt of the attack that crushes his horse.

Thrown to the ground, Galandric quickly rises and strikes at the Manipulator near Lance's face. Lance's face contorts in pain, letting out a scream that further infuriates the beast. As the Manipulator's eye begins to glow ominously, signaling another deadly beam, Linden seizes the moment.

Linden's lance strikes true, piercing the glowing eye with perfect precision. The eye explodes in a blinding burst of light and force, pushing everyone nearby to the ground. Galandric and Linden roll across the battlefield, disoriented but alive.

As the dust settles, both knights scramble to their feet and look towards the Manipulator. The monstrous form has vanished, leaving only a naked and disoriented Lance. The once-feared Manipulator has been defeated, its horrific control over the battlefield finally broken.

The victory is bittersweet. Lance, now free from the manipulative horror, stands dazed and vulnerable. The battlefield, littered with the remains of fallen comrades and the remnants of the gruesome battle, is silent but for the heavy breathing of the survivors. The Manipulator's reign of terror is over, but the cost has been high.


The Final Round - The Last Man Standing

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