The Off-Seasonal Arena- Number 1

[NecroNid]

Since there are already Oldbloods and Ogres I will enter a Wood Elf.

Calendyyr is known only by his first name. He walks the forest alone ambushing small raiding parties and doing what he can to protect his woodland realm. His fluid fighting style and magical items make him very difficult to hit in combat and he relies on that to keep his fragile frame intact. He comes to the arena to test himself against the best and most ferocious fighters of the lands.

Wood Elf Highborn
-Dawnspear
-Armor of the Fey
-Fimbulwinter Shard
-Add. hand weapon(not sure if I can do this but spear entry did not say requires 2-hands)

246 pts.

My main 2 armies(Lizardmen and Ogres ) are already well represented so we will see how the fragile little elf does.

[swntzu]

Originally Posted by NecroNid

Since there are already Oldbloods and Ogres I will enter a Wood Elf.

Calendyyr is known only by his first name. He walks the forest alone ambushing small raiding parties and doing what he can to protect his woodland realm. His fluid fighting style and magical items make him very difficult to hit in combat and he relies on that to keep his fragile frame intact. He comes to the arena to test himself against the best and most ferocious fighters of the lands.

Wood Elf Highborn
-Dawnspear
-Armor of the Fey
-Fimbulwinter Shard
-Add. hand weapon(not sure if I can do this but spear entry did not say requires 2-hands)

246 pts.

My main 2 armies(Lizardmen and Ogres ) are already well represented so we will see how the fragile little elf does.

He needs to use two hand weapons to gain the bonus and since he has to use the magic weapon it's rather pointless.

Just so you know, the dawn spear will not give you the +1 to strength since he's not mounted.

[SteamTankDriver]

Forked tongues of lightning licked across the horizon, illuminating the black smears of cloud that limned the parapets and spires of the ancient keep with purple witchlight. Deep cracks of thunder rolled across the gently sloping hills before its massive portcullis, breaking across the wrought-iron bars like the caps of phantom waves. Doors slammed deep in its torchlit halls as servants and squires alike bolted themselves in their quarters, warding themselves against the fury of the heavens with hasty prayers to Sigmar.
Lord Matthias Tull, however, stood against the storm, his withered form a stark counterpoint to the sprawling stained glass portrait of an embattled Karl Franz that loomed behind the balcony on which he stood.
Wisps of wind tore at the voluminous crimson robe that draped his frame, terminating in a hem of gold-brocade that dangled just above his slipper clad feet. He showed no signs of discomfort in the face of the squall however; his cold blue eyes, the last thing hundreds of foes had ever seen on the battlefield, were focused instead on a spot far across the windswept plain, where the shadowy outline of a domed building could be seen looming from the soil like the hunched back of a sleeping giant. The arena.
Tull absently shook the snifter in his hand, the sound of the Averland brandy sloshing against the ice in the glass barely audible over the thunder and wind. Snippets of memory permeated his alcohol-addled mind, of blood and steel, fire and death. Of the heaping piles of coin that would soon line his coffers.
He chuckled to himself, a raspy sound thick with phlegm and spittle. War had been good to him in the past. It had seen him from a lowly page to an Inner Circle knight-errant to a Averlandian barony lord. And, he mused, the undertones of greed buried at the back of his mind now slipping unnoticed to the forefront, perhaps it would be good to him once more.
The sound of heavy footfalls broke his reverie, and he turned in time to see his chief advisor and wizard, Frederick Roethliss, emerge from the corridor onto the balcony. The man's crop of red hair was slicked back over his brow, and, coupled with the black silken robe that swathed his corpulent form, gave the man the appearance that his head was aflame. Tull stifled his instictual chortle at the thought by gulping down the brandy left in the glass, letting a bit of the amber liquid trickle down his chin as he regarded the wizard.
"My lord," Roethliss bowed low, his considerable paunch doubling in size for a moment, "all the entrants have been confirmed. The preliminary round will begin tommorrow, provided this thrice-bedamned storm spends its ire tonight." One meaty fist rummaged in the folds of his robe, finally producing a tightly rolled scroll, which he shuffled forward to hand to the older man.
Tull took the scroll, gripping it tightly with one hand to guard against the wind as he unrolled it. On it, written in the neat, even-handed script of his house scrivener, were the first round matches for the next days tournament:

Duel 1: Beastlord Rawrgrath vs. Enkrah, the Scorpion King
Duel 2: Wight King Jerald the Crazed vs. Charsenthan, the High Elf Prince
Duel 3: Kraken the Oldone vs. Eraaithao the Prince of Pleasure
Duel 4: Jihtos, Defender of Itza vs. Bullmar the Very Brutal
Duel 5: Volthic Vongirn, Champion of Kazzad Dolvir vs. Beastlord Skull-Cleaver
Duel 6: The Blade Weaver vs. Calendyyr
Duel 7: Adohi-Mazda vs. Hrothgar Mawseeker the Ever-Hungry
Duel 8: Azthur Barak, Chosen of Hashut vs. Bill

Tull read the list twice with barely contained anticipation, licking his pallid lips at the thought of the revelry, feasting, and gold that accompanies any form of "civilized bloodshed" in the Inner Empire. Yes, he thought as he swept past Roethliss, marching down the dim hallway toward his chamber, war had been very good to him indeed.

Good luck to everyone playing and much obliged for entering!
-Tom

[throkkenn]

Am i to late to enter here is my character anyway

Draeth Silverheart of Hoeth

A young elven prince seeking adventure who has sold his trade as a sword for higher.
After seeing a poster for the winter tournament he polished his golden armour and sharpening his finly made blade and with a final pray to Asuryan he was ready...

Prince
Blade of Leaping Gold
Temakador's Gauntlets
heavy Armour
Shield

249pts

Yes i am using an elf this time i thought it was a time for a change.

So "For the glory of Asuryan I challenge thee!"

[King Ulrik Flamebeard]

Throkken, you're too late dude. For ease, and to help out this is the line up:

Originally Posted by SteamTankDriver

1. The Blade Weaver
2. Hrothgar Mawseeker the Ever-Hungry
3. Beastlord Skull Cleaver
4. Kraken the Oldone
5. Wight King Jerald the Crazed
6. Enkrah, the Scorpion King
7. Adohi-Mazda
8. Jihtos, Defender of Itza
9. Bill
10. Eraaithao, the Prince of Pleasure
11. Beastlord Rawrgrath
12. Bullmar the Very Brutal
13. Charsenthan, the High Elf Prince
14. Azthur Barak, Chosen of Hashut
15. Volthic Vongirn, Champion of Kazzad Dolvir
16. Calendyyr

I am looking forward to this arena. Whilst I am, once again, not taking part or really involved I have had the pleasure of chatting with STD* about this and look forward to his work. =) Good luck to him, and the combatants.


* (Unfortunate choice of initials)

Kuffy

[NecroNid]

I would like to make a change to my character before the matches begin if I may. Since swntzu was nice enough to clarify the add. hand weapon issue I would like to drop the hand weapon and add an elven steed. It is still within the points limit. If it is too late then oh well. Thanks.

[SteamTankDriver]

Originally Posted by NecroNid

I would like to make a change to my character before the matches begin if I may. Since swntzu was nice enough to clarify the add. hand weapon issue I would like to drop the hand weapon and add an elven steed. It is still within the points limit. If it is too late then oh well. Thanks.

No problem. That will fix the Dawnspear issue so I'll make sure to take that into consideration when I roll up the matches. Much obliged.
-Tom

[Arklite]

hmm, i don't have an opponent? HA! clearly my dwarf's reputation has scared him off!

though standing around alone in an arena might be a bit dull for the crowd ;Y

[timk1111]

where is beastlord shull cleaver? I enttered him 3d or so......

[Phoenix]

Tim i think that makes you Arkys mysterious invisible opponant.