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« on: May 23, 2009, 10:28:04 pm »
Velik Broj's aspect was polishing a beetle-chitin blade, and Nas was simply meditating. After what seemed like an eternity, they both emerged into the muddy arena.
The crowd was silent - it's not smart to disturb a warrior's zen.
Without a sound, they closed. Velik Broj allowed himself a smile as he lunged. He thrusted, putting one foot forward and twisting his spine as the other came off the ground. He turned a flip and landed on his feet - Nas knew that he didn't intend to actually hit him with that. Nas lowered himself, and struck left. Velik Broj lightly slashed his hand. Nas wanted to throw him off.
Velik Broj attempted a downward swing. Nas sidestepped and pulled away from melee. Without missing a beat, he jumped forward with great power. Velik Broj pulled up his blade to defend himself. Nas swatted it away and tackled Velik Broj, bringing them both to the ground.
Nas began to savage Velik Broj with his claws, Velik Broj caught his arms, stood up, and kicked Nas away. He picked up his blade and threw it - right into Nas's forehead. Nas fell over, lifeless.
The crowd recoiled. Their greatest warrior was felled. Did not Velik Broj himself say that they would be the masters of this world?
"Elves of the deepwood. You view yourself as being the masters of all races. In your pride, you have forgotten that there is one thing you will never control. ME!" Velik Broj let the last word echo across the forest.
"You have proven to be great warriors. Now that you have proven yourself, I have grander plans. The humans on the plains, and the Nezumi in the forest. They will serve you. Break their will, and you will not have to concern yourself with survival. Learn from the beasts, and build great cities. Build an empire."
Teach Populous (Slavery): 4/5 AP
Guide Populous (Empire): 2/5 AP