!qw2cdBTZAc 06/08/11(Wed)21:32 No.15202404|
It was against a viciously scarred 15 year old named Karsh. Nowadays, you've seen him walking with a cane, with many more scars than he had back then, but the same fierce look in his eye. His tattooes were of various ferocious beasts, like purple worms, cave badgers, dragons, and hooked horrors. The two of you squared off in separate circles, the judge in gray and white robes between the two of you looking at each of you in turn.
You remember your voice cracking slightly as you told him you were ready, and your confidence shaking for a moment. Karsh answered with a grunt, his hands raised wide. You realized he was looking to change into some manner of creature, and immediately began greasing the ground beneath him as he finished his incantation. The scarred wolverine he had become snarled in a horrifying manner as it began to dig down past the grease, and you pelted it with a magic missile, barely affecting it. It went below the earth, and you warded yourself with a phantasmal shield and armor as he came back up, finally charging your hand with a shocking grasp as he came at you. The wardings protected you, but he was ultimately declared the winner.
A few weeks later, you saw him at the barracks, getting his tattooes worked on. He grinned at you, complimenting you on the ones you were given. You looked up to him when you were younger, seeing him on occasion, around until you were 14 and he was deployed to the advanced scouts. By that time, you were dating as well, but that's an entirely separate tale.
You come out of your reminiscent haze via the elbow of the kobold next to you in your right upper arm. He nurses his elbow and apologizes gruffly. You tell him it's alright, and try to explain that you barely felt anything before you are interrupted by the announcer.
"Combatants, please step forward."
The first two warriors, a thin-nosed student against a small, but spry looking soldier, are each looking for a hole in the other's defenses.