The Celestial Tournament

Neveki Canto, Half Orc Cleric of Shelyn -LG
Belore Thannanor Half-Elf Paladin, LG
Longbow Harper: Hellbread Cleric of Tyr-LG
Dina Dawnblade, Human Commoner-NG
Quel’Rose Dawnblade, Elf Wizard- CG
Eric Adams-Human Skald, CG
Aquor Von Canto, Half Orc Wizard-LN
Roqua-Warforged Artificer -TN
Alexander of Rothanna Cleric of Rothanna-LE
Trixie Lunamoon, Aasimar Cleric-NE




The combatants entered the arena, one by one. First was Neveki Canto, hero of Sandpoint, and a martyr in death. Next came Belore Thannanor, with a sword over six feet long. Bodyguard to the Queen of a nation, and servant of Adonai. Next came Longbow Harper, his body blackened with ash, and his clothing revealing him to be almost demonic in his appearance. He had given himself to a life of evil, and then redeemed himself in such an unbelievable act of good to allow him a chance here. Following behind him was Dina, and Quel’Rose Dawnblade, apprentice, and master wizard. Fighters against tyranny. The next to enter was another man. Clad head to toe in animal skins, and with a heavy axe upon his back. This was Eric Adams, Skald of the high seas. The next two to arrive came in slightly further away from the rest. Aquor Von Canto, perhaps the oldest mage currently present, and Roqua, the Warforged Artificer of Eberron. Lastly, and to no small number of boo’s, came the last two fighters. Alexander of Rothanana, Tiefling Ur-priest, and subjugator of divine power, as well as Trixie Lunamoon, fallen Assimiar cleric, also a manipulator of divine power

As the bell was struck, the first to move was Quel’Rose and Dina. With her elven speed, she ran out from between the two heavily armored men, out into the center of the arena, and cast a Mage Armor spell upon herself. Dina caught up with her, and readied her sling. Next to move was Aquor, who, upon seeing the massive robotic creature next to him, lept backwards, to avoid a strike, and also cast a defensive spell upon himself. Roqua looked at the half-orc, and, sensing that the Orc might see him as a threat, loaded his crossbow, and fired. The bolt missed the half orc, but it grazed into the side of Eric. Belore who, upon seeing this robotic creature fire at his former companion, charged forward, through the center of the arena. Longbow and Eric moved in sync, Longbow moving towards Belore, mace raised, and Eric adams beginning one of his glorious epic tales. Next came Trixie who, after a wink towards her former mentor, threw her massive Fauchard directly towards Dina, like a boomerang, easily hitting the unprotected commoner in the middle of the room, and spraying blood upon her horrified teacher. Alexander laughed at the carnage, and unleashed a powerful blast of negative energy at Roqua, which seemed to definitely catch the Artificer’s attention. Finally, Neveki seemed to realize that the combat was starting “Grandfather!” he called out towards Aquor. “I’m coming!” running as fast as his plate would left him, towards the centre.


By this point, the center of the arena was a huge cluster of people. As two heavily armored men in plate ran past her in opposite directions, Quel turned towards the fallen assimiar who had killed her apprentice. “You Bitch!” she called out, manifesting a burning fire in her hand, and channeling it into the cleric’s weapon. This caught Alexander's attention, who decided to ignore the seemingly unthreatening robot, and drew his Scythe to attack the Elf, just as the Hellbred moved in opposite him.
Meanwhile, Eric Adams had begun his song of battle, and Aquor watched in horror as the pirate began to twist, and turn, transforming himself into a lycanthrope, more commonly known as a werewolf! “Don’t worry, Grandfather!” came a promice from his other side, as Aquor saw the other half-orc run in front of him, and hold his shield up defiantly against the werewolf. Aquor had no idea who this other half-orc was, but he was determined to make the best of it. “You're going to have to explain that to me once we’re done!” he responded, and cast a protective spell upon his companion.
Across from them, Roqua surveyed the battlefield. To his right, a pair of orcs battled a werewolf. To his left, a large cluster of melee strikes took place. And directly in front of him, a half-elven paladin charged directly at him, with a sword exceeding six feet in length. Releasing he had no time to do an infusion normally, Roqua called upon his extensive magical knowledge, and delved into the inner magical workings off his crossbow, and used with little time he had to make one, very important charge.
Belore charged past the elven woman, and made a beeline to the robotic creature who had attacked his former companion. With his custom-forged blade held high above head, he closed the distance with remarkable speed. 30 feet, 20 feet, 10 feet. Belore declared his smite upon the artificial person, but, surprisingly, felt no different. No matter. He leaped in the air, and easily connected with the distracted Warforged, who seamed to be...pressing buttons on a crossbow? His sword cut deeply into the cold iron making up Roquas body, causing heavy internal damage.

Back in the center, Longbow drew his mace, and moved up upon the tiefling cleric who had not yet noticed his presence. Although they looked wildly similar, with dark reddish black skin, and demonic horns, Longbow knew that is where the similarities ended. This man was born a devil, and rather than repent his crimes, he had embraced it, becoming everything that Longbow had been before his repentance. Longbow almost felt a pang of sorrow, as he crept up upon the tiefling. And swung his mace. “BY TYRS LIGHT!” he shouted, filling his mace with Tyrs holy power. These would be the last words Alexander would ever hear.

Trixie didn’t even bat an eye as her former master was smited by the Hellbred. Instead, she called upon her own infernal magics, and projected a zone of silence, right upon the dying body of Dina, the elfs human apprentice. The humans mind was powerless to resist her power. As the elf mage looked back at Trixie, and attempted to utter a spell, she was first, confused, then shocked, at the choice that Trixie had put her in. If she wanted to comfort Dina as she died, she would have to forfeit her ability to cast ANY magic at all! A rush of sadistic adrenaline rushed through Trixie as she reveled in the catch-22 situation she had created. Rather, she ducked behind a pillar, turning her attention towards the pair of half-orcs, and their werewolf friend.


Back on the far right side of the pillar, Eric was having the time of his life! He swung at the Half-orcs, easily breaking the barrier, and impaling the first orc through his heavy plate armor upon his claws as he sung his battle hymn:
Fight, fight, fight! Fighting the World every single day! Fighting the World for the right to play! Heavy Metal in my brain! I'm fighting for Metal cause it's here to stay!
With the Skald distracted, Aquor turned back to one of his classic spells....Grease. He stepped back from the melee, and, after making a few simple gestures, a pool of grease appeared under Eric’s furry feet. This gave Neveki the opening he needed, who used his orcish heritage to pull the greataxe a full 180 degrees, from hanging behind him right upon the Werewolves face. While his axe was not made of silver, it was made of something much harder....adamantine. Eric Adams howled and dropped the orc as face began to bleed.

Quel’Rose looked at Dina’s dying body and, with tears in her eyes, moved out of the silence spell. She could still see Dina, blood pooling out of her body, and her cries getting more and more desperate. However, as much as all her motherly instincts told her to keep to the safety of Dina, her wizarding magic told her that killing the caster would break the silence spell holding her a virtual prisoner. She stood up, resolute, to pursue the corrupted cleric who had done this....but their was someone in her way. Blackened skin like a tiefling, with glowing red eyes.....and yet, somehow more gentle? Quel’Rose didn’t have time to decide. Mustering her magic, she used her skill of summoning to teleport right past the not-tiefling, and broke out into a full sprint after Trixie.
Back in the bottom right corner of the arena, Roqua struggled. Error messages flashes across his vision. Whatever type of blade this Half-elf carried it was heavy, enough to reduce his structural integrity by almost 50% with a single swing. Another hit like that, and Roqua was not sure he would be able to walk. Still, he focused making the final adjustments to his crossbow. The artifice trade required quick thinking, and Roqua had had less than a moment to come up with one. And in the last moment, he got it! And so Roqua loaded his seemingly innocuous light crossbow and let fly his augmented bolts. They pieced Belore in the face, and at first, Belore kept up his assault. However, a moment later, the Paladin doubled over in pain, the bolts seemingly melting away his flesh, and then activating again , melting away what was left. Belore looked up defiantly at the Warforged, as he bled out. Rather than take glory in his kill, Roqua looked at the dieing half-elf, a race with both human and elven blood, and reloaded his newly created Human-Bane, Elf-Bane crossbow.
Eric Adams howled in pain at the almost unimaginatively hard axe cracked his skull. He knew brute strength would not win this day. And so he changed his tune. Literally. To a much older, much more powerful, Skaldic Death Curse:
Hän katsoi maan reunalta tähteä putoavaa! Nyt kauniit kasvot neitosen peittää karu maa! Jokaisen täytyy katsoa silmiin totuuden! Sillä aika ompi voittoisa, mut' tämä maa on ikuinen!
The magic of his song flowed through him, sharpening his muscles as it healed his bones. He grabbed his Greataxe, as the magic of the Tarn Death Curse flowed through him. But this was not a normal song. Its lyrics called for blood, and Eric was happy to oblige! But rather than bring his axe down upon the armored half-orc, he had a much more sinister idea. A much more...primal idea, of a hunter towards pray. And as he sung, he brought his axe down upon the much older, much more tasty-looking orc.
“GRANDFATHER!” was all Neveki could say as the powerful Aquor Von Canto, heir to the Canto line, was beheaded behind him. The spark of rage flew through him, urging him to pick up his great axe and hack at the beast. However, Shelyn’s voice stayed in the corner of his mind, and whispered to him. And at first, he resisted. Utter foolishness! He thought. But as the beast picked up his grandfather's head, and waved it about to provoke him, Shelyn’s call grew stronger, and stronger. Soon, all he could think was between Shelyn and his orcish rage. Neveki picked up his shield, and mace, and...stood there. Ready to block, and ready to strike...but did neither.
Longbow stood in the center of the arena, and watched the elf wizard run off to challenge Trixie. He saw Dina, her body almost dried of blood, and, despite his desire to become the last one standing, in order to finally be with Tyr, his clerical teachings took over. Longbow walked in the silence spell, and picked up the dying wizard's apprentice. Carrying her out, he whispered a quick prayer. “Be reborn in Tyrs light” whispered Longbow, as he channeled healing energy into the human. And so, her cuts and wounds were healed, and Dina awoke in the arms of a demonic husk of a man, but at the same time, he spoke religious rites reminding her of the holiest of churches.
Unaware of this, Quel’Rose ran off after Trixie. As the latter watched Aquor get beheaded, Quel’Rose readied a magic missile, and blasted it at Trixie. This seemed to get her attention. “So, Mommy wants to play?” Trixie taunted. “That can be arranged!” As Quel readied another spell, to her surprise, Trixie threw down her weapon. Rather, she opened her mouth, revealing a mouth of fangs, and pounced on Quel’Rose with almost superhuman speed. With her unholy strength, she held down the Wizard in a pin, and bit hard into her shoulder. Almost immediately, Quel’Rose felt the blood begin to drain out of her.

With the Half-elf dead. Roqua looked back to survey the battlefield. In the center, he saw a demonic creature cuddling with a human. Directly in front of him, he saw an elf and assimiar struggling. And to his right, he saw a werewolf about to assault a half orc. Believing the battle in front of him to be the most dangerous, and in an attempt to take advantage of the elf-Bane on his crossbow, Roqua fired at the grapple between the two women. His shot missed.
Neveki Canto stood very still, still half-convinced that this plan would work. It had worked before yes, but that was against goblins, and not werewolves. Still, he had little other recourse, than to stand his ground.
Eric Adams continued to sing the death curse, as the blood from the orcish wizard sustained him. Still, he needed more. And he moved towards the other half-orc, who seamed to be paralyzed with fear. Eric adams licked his lips, and got ready to bring his axe down upon the half-orc. When something completely unexpected happened. The half-orc screamed at the Werewolf “DO YOU LOVE ME?” Eric Adams recoiled, from what he felt was shock. And as he continued the death curse, and brought his axe towards the half orc again, the same thing happened. The half-orc yelled ‘DO YOU LOVE ME?” and....to his shock, somewhere in the back of Eric's mind, something stopped him from beheading his orc. He tried again. “DO YOU LOVE ME?” Eric's arms stopped short again. Eric adams spoke the words of the Linorn Curse. The song desired blood. And before he could swing for a fourth time, the curse manifested. If he was unable to provide the song the blood it’s dark lyrics required, the song would take the blood it could get. Namely his. Neveki watched in amazement as the werewolf fell, literally consumed by his own song.


Trixie smiled, as she drained the Elf's blood. She didn’t know who this mage was, nor did she care. What mattered is that she reminded Trixie of Tara. Her cuts and scrapes were healed, as Trixie drank in the blood of the elf, with Quel’roses face becoming more and more pale, and Trixies body becoming more and more revitalised.
With Dina saved, Longbow put her down. He had his target. He ran over to the grapple between Quel’Rose and Trixie, and brought his mace directly down upon the back of Trixies head, catching her off guard, and causing her to throw up a lot of blood.
“How dare you!?” Trixie cried, pulling her fangs out of Quel’Rose, and tackling down the Hellbred. She went to drink his blood, but when she pierced his skin, she was taken aback by the vile smell of his blood....a mix between the fires of hell, and the taste of holy water. “No matter” thought Trixie, as she called her Fauchard back to her with a wave of her hand, and began to work it’s blade into the prone form of Longbow. , piercing his armor, his skin, and going all the way through.

Neveki stood alone, between the corpses of Eric, and Aquor. And yet, the battle was not over yet. He pulled his greataxe out from the skull of the werewolf, and walked over to the main part of the battle, where he saw a almost-dead mage, and an assimiar ripping apart the body of a third contestant. Rather strike at a living foe then a dead one, Neveki griped his axe with a death grip, and walked over to the assimiar.
Quel’Rose lay on the ground, almost entirely drained of blood. Her strength drained, she used the last of her blood to look towards the center of the aria. The last thing she saw was Dina standing up once more. She wondered how this was possible...before everything went back

Trixie tore through the Hellbreads skin, even as the blood she had drank from Quel’Rose leaked out of her mouth. His armor was but chain, his skin already burned and bruised...she had him open like a doctor's cadaver within moments. As the fire went out from Longbows eyes, Trixie laughed. She reached into Longbows body, and pulled out his mangled heart. She held it high above her head, like an Aztec, and was about to drink the blood from it, when she felt an unfamiliar sensation. At first, her forehead seemed a bit cold. Then, her back seemed to tense up, until she could no longer bend. Confused, she tried to pick up her weapon with her other hand, only to find it not responding to her call. Trixies last sight was the other side of her own face, looking back in shock.
Neveki pulled his axe out of the Vampire whom he had split in twain atop Longbow’s body, and looked across the arena, at his last combatant. A Warforged. Roqua looked back at Neveki, and shot his crossbow, it’s Human Bane enchantment disrupting Neveki’s life force as it had Belore’s. Neveki called upon his magic for protection, and held up a shield wall at Roqua. He advanced towards the robot, and thrust forward with his mace, only to see nothing their.
When Roqua was in the middle of reloading his crossbow, and the half-orc held up his shield, he knew what he had to do. Rather than try to think strategically, another part of his mind took over He dropped his crossbow, and strafed around to the side of the half orc. When the Half orc-dropped the shield to his side, Roqua knew what to do . ‘FUCKING DOORS!” he screamed, and swung his own mace directly at the shield hanging limp beside the half-orc. This caught Neveki off guard, who staggered back, but not before swinging at the Warforged. But Roqua did not care. “DOORS!” he cried, relevantly assuming Neveki’s battered body. And soon enough, aided by his Human Bane infusion, the Half-orc fell.
As Neveki went down. Roqua finally regained control of himself. He was badly damaged, his Infusion magic almost defeated, but there were no more combatants. He had won. All he needed to do now was make his way back to Shan, and he'd be considered ----ERROR, UNEXPECTED IMPACT REGISTERED ON LEFT TEMPLE. DAMAGE TO BRAIN SUBTAINED. SHUTTING DOWN.


Dina jumped up and down on the center platform, in joy. She had won the Celestial Tournament, and was to be crowned its champion. “Yay!” she cried, with all the joy a 12 year old could muster. “I’m the best!”