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The Eighth of Zi'da had arrived, and with it all the fighters who were promised glorious contest under the Lightning Dome. It was said that Ilaren herself would be in attendance, and this was quickly confirmed by her raucous laughter echoing from her personal box in the Arena, and the surrounding priestesses reveling with her.

The audience was packed to the brim, ready and eager to get some good stress relief in the form of violent contests. The war with Rhaum and his forces had taken a lot out of Rharne, but the last thing he'd have stolen, had he succeeded, was Rharne's fighting spirit. That would never die, so long as Ilaren and the defenders of the city stood to challenge anyone who would bring harm to it.

Beneath the stands, the fighters were there to mingle among each other, for a time. Healers had been brought in as well, Faith Augustin and Tristan were on hand to offer any form of healing as well as perhaps to watch some of the fights. It was their choice which fights they wanted to attend, but in any event, the brackets were set (see above).

In a lightning flash, Ilaren appeared before the fighters, lifting her drinking horn in welcome to them. "Welcome brave brawlers! Some ground rules first. There won't be any magic or marks used, no special abilities or anything such like. Just your fists and natural weapons. You won't be paradigmed or any such thing, but your abilities, whatever they may be, won't work in the arena. I've seen to it with Ilaren's Decree

If there are any questions, well let them be heard now. I will answer as best I can, but then you'll all be fighting. The Lightning Dome as well as my decree will enable four contests at any one time, so choose wisely which one you want to attend."
Ilaren winked at Faith and Tristan.

"Otherwise, the brackets are set, get to know your opponents, and maybe enjoy a drink or two while you're at it. Every brew from here to Yaralon is on offer, so feel free to take whatever you like,, or none at all if you prefer sobriety." Ilaren chuckled.

The All-Taverns Tournament would begin shortly, but it seemed they had time to mingle and ask questions if they had any.
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After the dramatic events surrounding the Sleeping Heart in Melrath, Tristan was really looking forward to a bit of entertainment. He had already quite enjoyed watching the fights in the arena in Andaris. He had even sponsored a fighter, back when life had been simpler and when he hadn’t had to worry about much more than which outfit to wear, what to eat and which event to attend. Besides that, he was looking forward to seeing Ilaren again. He had had mixed feelings about certain things that had happened during what had later become known as Cassion’s Gambit, but that had been a long time ago.

Nowadays, he tended to focus on the good memories, such as a night in Rynmere a couple of arcs earlier.

The Arena was already packed when he entered. In Melrath, he had usually worn robes, as was common there, but here, he was dressed in light blue pants, a shirt, and a short cloak, and he had of course brought his healer’s kit. He didn’t just want to watch and have fun, he also wanted to help. He had never imagined becoming a healer, but Ashling’s interest in herbalism had really rubbed off on him. He even knew how to fix broken bones now!

He was quite excited as he made his way past the audience – the atmosphere in the Arena was contagious. Upon hearing a loud, raucous laughter from Ilaren’s personal box, he stopped and briefly looked in her direction, smiling, before he walked on, towards where the other healers were.

As he did so, his eyes widened in surprise for a moment. A moment later, he grinned and quickly approached Faith who he had last seen during Vri’s wedding that he had officiated. “It’s so good to see you again”, he greeted her and briefly embraced her, if she let him. “Are you here to offer healing, or are you just going to watch? Personally, I’m going to do both, although I’m not familiar with most of the fighters.”

“I knew a Vivian once, back in Rynmere, but I don’t think that she's the same Vivian that will fight here to-trial”,
he added and looked at her expectantly, until Ilaren appeared in a lightning flash before the fighters. She looked exactly like he remembered her (Due to his being a Blessed of Vri, he remembered everything with perfect clarity!). When she lifted her drinking horn, he raised a hand in a greeting before he turned to listen to her speech. When she winked at Faith and him, he smiled, feeling quite happy.

Ilaren had winked at him!

“Which contest will you personally watch, if you don’t mind me asking, Lady Ilaren?” he wanted to know once she had finished her speech because he was quite interested in hearing what she had to say. There were so many options. He kind of wished he were able to watch all the matches at the same time, to be honest. He was excited about them all, even though he had, as he had realized before, not heard of most of the fighters!
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The Zi'da air in Rharne was different from the air in Scalvoris in so many ways and yet, it couldn't really be made of all that different stuff could it? The stench of sweat and general body odor was a little more prominent beneath the stands where all the fighters who'd signed up for the tournament were gathered. However there was also the persistent smell of alcohol in the crisp air. It had been a while since Balthazar got really drunk and he didn't think it would benefit him to do so in the tournament, but he couldn't help but feel it might loosen him a little bit if he just had one drink. His eyes drifted over to Elisabeth who was preparing beside him. They had not come to the tournament together but when they recognized each other they did what they always did and stuck together.

He had explained to her before he left Scalvoris through the Eclipse Portal that he was coming to Rharne for work and so when he found her at the tournament he explained that he suspected the criminal he was looking for had come to the tournament and assumed the guise of one of the other fighters. Balthazar excused himself to go examine the brackets for a moment. Folding his hands behind his back as he walked across the rest area of the barracks beneath the Lightning Dome, Balthazar let his eyes slide over the other fighters who he could see in his path. He recognized some but he did not approach any of them on his way to the bracket board. None of them matched the description of the criminal he was looking for and some of them were very clearly not the criminal.

When he arrived at the brackets his eyes went over each of the names slowly so he did not misread them. Familiar names stood out. Praetorum and Elisabeth being the most prominent of them. Then there were the titles some brawlers had become known by. The Slicker was the first who would face Balthazar and the mage wasn't particularly concerned. He took a deep breath once he'd finished going over all the names and then returned to where he'd left Elisabeth.

He arrived with a small grin and a quiet comment, "At least they aren't calling me the Bloody Prince anymore." Suddenly Ilaren appeared in a flash of lightning to address all the fighters beneath the stands. It was quite the entrance. She told them that no magic or marks would work inside the arena which excited Balthazar a little. Something about all advantages being stripped so it was just combat was appealing to him. Ilaren advised them to get to know their opponents which made Balthazar glad he'd looked at the brackets. The Slicker was the first one Balthazar would have to face. His eyes shifted around the room while he looked for the face to match the name but he didn't see him immediately so he went back to listening to Ilaren. A familiar face from Vri's wedding asked Ilaren which fight she would watch and Balthazar whispered quickly to Elisabeth so she knew he was not just abandoning her.

"You should find and speak to Fast Ghastly- look for weaknesses and the like... but we could get one drink first?" Ilaren had said Yaralon. Balthazar wanted purple whiskey. He'd only drink one so as to prevent himself from becoming too intoxicated, but it had been a long while since he had any and he missed it.
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She could have done without the general stench that seemed always to pervade fighting arenas, but Elisabeth didn’t mind at the moment. The atmosphere took her back to a memory of a time in her life that she loved recalling when things were gloomy – meeting Balthazar.

It had been in Rharne – the Turning Wheel, to be exact. The young mage loved remembering their conversations and how things had evolved between the two of them throughout Balthazar’s time in the city. Rharne was full of memories for her, despite the short time she resided there, and being back for the tournament felt good.

The time allowed her to check in on the house she still owned in Rharne, which they were staying at, and collect a few things that Elisabeth wanted to take with her back home. She had considered selling the house, but both she and Balthazar enjoyed Rharne and keeping it allowed them a place to stay when either or both visited.

Being in Rharne also allowed her to check in on Rilith and Vin and catch them up on her travels. The letters they had sent back and forth over the Hollow Sea indicated all was well, but she wished to see with her own eyes.

How Balthazar and Elisabeth had both ended up in Rharne was a bit of a messy story but arrived they both had. He was on an assignment, and Elisabeth wanted to test her abilities against other fighters to identify her weak areas. Having Balthazar - a grandmaster - as her mentor in unarmed combat was something few others could claim and had been an enormous benefit to her, but her situation had a downside. She had sparred against him so many times that she knew his tactics and moves, and to be good at anything, one needed to experience variety.

Smiling at him as he warmed up next to her, Elisabeth allowed herself to be happy. Finding time to spend together had been challenging for the pair, and even though he was working, she committed herself to be thankful for the moments they got.

Noting as he walked away to check the board, she twisted her torso just a bit, trying to stretch out a fussy muscle that had been giving her a bit of grief since their time in Rynmere. He quickly returned, offering up an observation. Grinning in response to his comment, she replied to it quietly, matching his volume. “I’m sure someone remembers. Just a matter of time. We’ve been away from Rharne for a while now.”

Ilaren arrived, and Elisabeth stood back up, turning towards the Immortal as she explained the rules. Things seemed pretty straightforward, so there were no questions from her. Ilaren had been present during the Siege and Forging, and while Elisabeth had been in her presence, for now, a third time, she still knew little about her.

Balthazar leaned closer, whispering to her. Nodding, she agreed with his advice, and he continued. A drink? Unable to suppress a grin, she gently nudged his body with hers. “I’ll keep you company while you have a drink. You may be able to fight after a drink, but I’m not sure I want to test that theory myself. I want to make it at least through the first round and not embarrass myself or the one that taught me how to fight. Raincheck on the drink for now, but when the trial is over, I would love to.”




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Vivian's reputation had proceeded her to the All-Taverns Tournament, which she had expected. She was, after all, one of the heroes of Storm's Edge and an Exalted of Ilaren as well. But for all that, there was also a question she'd heard buzzing around the audience as she'd made her way down to the pit beneath the stands. Vivian's reputation was based of her leadership in a crisis and her abilities as a fully armored, sword and shield based fighter. In contrast to many of the professional brawlers, her unarmed combat abilities were completely unknown. So the question had become, how good was she without her weapons? Truth be told, Vivian wasn't entirely sure of the answer to that herself. While she had done some training in unarmed fighting, it was pretty much just that, training. None of her opponents, especially lately, had been particularly susceptible to being punched, so she hadn't exactly field tested her skills in that field.

Not that she'd let that stop her from signing up for the tournament. Fact of the matter was, Vivian liked to fight, and this was a sanctioned, non-lethal tournament. Sure, some of the fighters were definitely here for the glory or whatever the grand prize was, but she'd earned plenty of glory in the past two wars, and she wasn't in particular need of nels or baubles. Nope, she was here purely for the fun of it. Still, she didn't know most of the fighters here very well, so she was mostly keeping to herself while nursing, slowly, a glass of Skywatch Stout. She was fond of the drink, but she was mostly used to fighting sober, and so sober she would stay. However, after a moment, she did spy two people she recognized and hopped up onto a box at the edge of the stands so she could lean over the rail between fighters and spectators.

"Nah, I'm the same Vivian from Rynmere. And from Cassion's Gambit, come to that. Been a bit, Tristan." she said, giving her fellow former noble a slightly wry smile. Her and Tristan hadn't been particularly close during their nobility days, but they'd parted on decent terms after Cassion's Gambit, so she considered him a friendly acquaintance. Then she gave Faith a much more open, warmer smile, as her diminutive war buddy was a very close friend. "Hello again, Doctor. As you can see, I don't work all the time. Just most of the time." she said, grinning slightly. Then there was a flash of lightning and Ilaren herself appeared to announce and explain the rules. The knowledge that Ilaren was going to be levelling the playing field was quite welcome, and semi-expected. She'd figured there'd be some rule against magic and blessings, since they could impart a massive advantage against purely normal fighters. That it was going to be enforced to this degree was a bit of a surprise, but one she welcomed.

When Ilaren said she was open to questions, Vivian pondered for a long moment, then looked up at her patron and grinned slightly. "When you say "every brew", does that include the stuff you gave us before Cassion's Gambit?" she asked, her tone only half-joking. The brew Ilaren had given them had barely been enough for a single drink, but it had been far and away the best drink she'd ever tasted. That said, she also expected the answer to be no, since it had given some beneficial effects once she'd drunk it. Still, if it was on offer, she definitely wouldn't pass up the opportunity.
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When Rozkia signed up for the tournament her thought had been just to get her name out. The worst that could happen, she’d thought, was her name having negative connotations. She thought, with equal parts embarrassment and shame, she could slip into the shadows should she need a way out. She’d not accounted for the meddling of such a troublesome immortal- and no she paid no reverence to at that. She made her way through the area, dipping and bobbing between the lesser masses with annoyance. She knew no one and cared even less to make friends. There was something to be said for scoping the competition, yes. Except the Nearikk had no idea how to do so and had even less interest in playing nice.

When Illaren flashed in with a show of lighting, Rozkia sneered. Of course the immortals decree would make it impossible for her to slip away… She couldn’t bring herself to back out regardless. Her pride, however dusty, wouldn’t allow it. She wasn’t have the fighter the shadow mother was, she wasn’t even worthy to tread her land. But of one thing she knew, it was that she would fight for the honor with her dying breath. She flexed her fingers - if she used her claws she’d most likely be disqualified. Not as upsetting, but to bring glory to the shadows she needed to win. She experimentally balled her fists, but her nails dug into her skin regardless. She thought to use the flat of her hands, but her experience with such things was just as small.

She scoffed at Illaren’s declaration to answer questions and continued her weave through the crowds. She glanced at the other fighters in passing, their content yapping grating in her ears. None of them would understand her need to prove herself or the glory of the shadow mother. She swore she wouldn’t let anyone dismiss that glory or insult it. Narrowing her eyes, fire growing, she smiled. Today she would claim a win, a win for herself and for her immortal.
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It had been a long time since he’d had had the opportunity to fight unarmed, Prae reflected as he stretched out his muscles in anticipation of a good fight. Hopefully he wouldn’t be too rusty. He wanted to put on a good show, after all.

Praetorum wasn’t here to win the grand prize, or for the joy of fighting—he was here to make an impression on the people of Rharne. Recruitment had waned some as the novelty of a new mercenary company wore off, and it was Prae’s hope that increasing his own fame in Rharne would help greatly with that. Until his company was established enough to have proven themselves, they were riding on Praetorum’s reputation.

Ideally, Prae would be able to win the whole tournament, but…

Glancing again at the brackets, Prae’s muzzle twitched into a wry smile. It seemed Balthazar was to be the first familiar figure Prae would face.

It wasn’t a guarantee of loss, of course—Prae had improved some since they’d last seen each other, and he’d always had the upper hand tactically, but Balthazar would be a hard fight, for certain.

And that was assuming Prae would even get to him. He didn’t know any of the local Rharnian names, but Prae knew better than to underestimate the native inhabitants of a city so focused on brawling.

His eyes raked over the other fifteen fighters, his height allowing him to see all of them at once. He spotted Elisabeth and Balthazar, together as always, and waved lightly at them, but didn’t approach. He knew where he stood with Elisabeth—but he hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to Balthazar yet, and Prae had no doubts the man would have things to say to him after what happened in the Forging. This wasn’t the time for that conversation, so he kept his distance for now.

Later, Prae told himself. There would be time to talk later.

Ilaren’s rules and offers came as no surprise to anyone, surely, and Prae eyed the drinks for a moment before deciding against it. He didn’t have a high tolerance for alcohol, by Ithecal standards, and he didn’t want to impede his own prowess.
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Faith didn't like this.

In fairness, that was not quite right. Faith did not like this at all. She didn't approve of the glorification of violence and - frankly - she was disappointed in each and every person who signed up. Looking at the board which showed who was fighting who, she felt her heart sink at the number of names she recognised. People she thought were sensible, who might consider that this was - effectively - a blood sport. But, she was here as the head of the Order of the Adunih, she was representing the Rharne branch while Gennadiya was indisposed and, so, she had to simply put up with it. There was no part of her that thought this was sensible, or productive. It was, in Faith's eyes, reprehensible behaviour and the expending of energy which would be much better spent on working towards helping the poor (for example) than beating up on each other.

She inclined her head to Ilaren as she suggested that they choose wisely which bout they wished to attend. Faith was an incredibly disciplined woman and she simply put her feelings into her hands and kept her face neutral and calm. In glancing at Ilaren, Faith's gaze landed on Tristan and - at that point - her eyes lit with pleasure and a smile crossed her face. "Tristan!" Faith returned his hug, clinging to him and holding on tightly for a moment. "Oh, it is good to see you! How are you?" He asked what she was going to do and she smiled at him. "I'm here to offer healing," she said quietly. "I won't be watching, unless there's a need for me to." Faith's life had been violence from the moment she was born until the man in front of her, Tristan Venora, had bought her. He had taught her that there were gentle and kind people in the world and that she had a voice which could be heard. It was something she would never repay him for, Faith knew, but she had lived with so much violence that the thought of it for sport, for entertainment? That thought disgusted her and - as much as she hated to admit it - it coloured her view of those who did it.

"I think it might be the same woman, you know," she said, of Vivian. "She's a commander of the Lightning Knights and an ex-noble of Rynmere. She supported Velijorn and was a dear friend to Zvezdana," Tristan knew all these people, after all the two of them had shared a number of adventures together - and had been together in the Civil War. "She's one of the bravest and most noble people I've ever met," she said, honestly. It was true, and so she said it. Looking at Tristan, then, her silver eyes regarded him. "I'm so glad to see you again. You look well. You did a beautiful job at Vri's wedding," he had, there was no doubting it.

Looking at the board, she sighed. "I don't understand it, Tristan. Why do people feel the need to do this?" She'd always been able to ask him such things, he'd always been honest in his explanation of the world. So, she asked and she hoped that he had some kind of answer for her.

Because to her - it was a mystery.

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Ilaren turned to Tristan, who was the first to ask her a question, "I'll have eyes on all of them! I wouldn't miss one punch, kick, or headlock! I can't be seen to favor any one fighter, you understand. How about you?" She let him answer, before turning to the next to query her, who was her own Lightning Knight, Vivian, "Ilaren's Gold! You remember, then? Yes you'll find some of that if you look. However it will only get you drunk. It won't have the same performance enhancements you might experience otherwise..." Ilaren smiled to her.

But then, nobody else appeared to have questions, and so with a blaze of lightning, she was off.

A man standing at about five and a half feet tall approached Balthazar. He looked at him, up and down, and smirked. "So, you're the Bloody Prince? I heard what you did in the Copper Prince. Quite a show. What did that poor sod ever do to you, hm?"

At the same time, a man from across the room, standing at 6' with dark hair and dark complexion was scoping out Elisabeth. He took one of the drinks from what was on offer, and lifted his glass to her. If she made eye contact, or ever glanced in his direction, he'd approach her. "Hello there. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Orias Hengebolt. It looks like we're in the same quarter bracket. Between you and me, the others don't stand much of a chance, so I suppose I should congratulate you for being matched up against Fastia..."

Praetorum was approached by a large (for a human) man, about 6'4" and heavy set with broad shoulders and torso, and two legs that were as thick as tree trunks. He grinned rather insipidly at the Ithecal. He was holding two large flagons of beer, it looked like, and he reached out to give one of them to Praetorum. Uh, eh? Looks like we'll be fightin'. Good luck in there, looking forward to a fight!"

Vivian wasn't approached by anyone, but Faith would notice a man over Vivian's shoulder, pounding his fist into an open palm and eyeing the Lightning Knight. He spat to the side, and then knelt down and rubbed his hands in the dirty floor, as if trying to gather some dust.

Rozkia wasn't approached by her own opponent either, but if she looked around, she'd see an angry biqaj yelling in Rakahi at the arena attendants. In Rakahi, he shouted, something about not wanting to go in without his signature angler's claw.
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Hey Guys, I will try to post again in a week and a half with your individual rounds, which I'll post separately from this thread. You have just this round to scope out the competition if you like, and then you'll be shuffled off to fight.

Can do: Scope out your competition.
Can do: Mingle and enjoy some refreshment.
Must do: Get ready for the first round.
Fighter Stats System

Misdirection: Deception, Acting, Stealth, Tactics, Larceny.
Detection: Detection, Psychology, Intimidation (fear etc.), Appraisal, Investigation, Intelligence.
Accuracy: Combat Skills
Defense: Combat Skills
Power: Strength, Size (0-5).
Evasion: Athletics, Dancing, Stealth.
Tanking: Shield, Endurance, Strength, Resistance.

Size Reference:
0 = Tunawa sized +3 to evasion/ -3 to Tanking and power
1= Cadouri Sized +2 to evasion/ -2 to Tanking and power
2 = smallish-average human sized +1 to evasion/ -1 to Tanking and power
3 = massive human sized -1 to evasion/ +1 to Tanking and power
4 = bigger than human sized -2 to evasion/ +2 to Tanking and power
5 = Godzilla/Varlum sized -3 to evasion/ +3 to Tanking and power

Balthazar:
Misdirection: 2 (Expert Tactics)
Detection: 4 (GM Investigation)
Accuracy/Defense: 4 (GM Unarmed Combat)
Power (Damage): 1 (Expert Strength + Size 2)
Evasion (avoidance/glancing): 3 (Expert Athletics + size 2)
Tanking (mitigation): 1 (Expert Endurance + size 2)


Elisabeth:
Misdirection: 2 (Expert Tactics)
Detection: 3 (Master Detection)
Accuracy/Defense: 2 (Expert Unarmed Combat)
Power (Damage): 1 (Expert Strength + Size 2)
Evasion (avoidance/glancing): 3 (Expert Athletics + size 2)
Tanking (mitigation): 2 (Master Endurance + Size 2)


Vivian:
Misdirection: 0 (Novice Tactics)
Detection: 1 (Competent Investigation)
Accuracy/Defense: 0 (Novice Unarmed Combat)
Power (Damage): 0 (Competent Strength + Size 2)
Evasion (avoidance/glancing): 1 (Novice Athletics + size 2)
Tanking (mitigation): 0 (Competent Shield + size 2)

Rozkia:
Misdirection: 0 (Novice Stealth)
Detection: 0 (Novice Detection skills)
Accuracy/Defense: 1 (Competent Unarmed Combat)
Power (Damage): 0 (Competent Strength + Size 2)
Evasion (avoidance/glancing): 1 (Novice Athletics + size 2)
Tanking (mitigation): 0 (Competent Endurance + size 2)

Praetorum:
Misdirection: 4 (GM Tactics)
Detection: 2 (Expert Detection)
Accuracy/Defense: 3 (Master Unarmed Combat)
Power (Damage): 4 (Expert Strength + Size 4)
Evasion (avoidance/glancing): 0 (Expert Athletics + size 4)
Tanking (mitigation): 6 (GM Shield + size 4)

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Balthazar Black
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Joined: Fri Jan 18, 2019 1:15 am
Race: Human
Profession: Leader of The Black Cats
Renown: 1815
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Re: The All-Taverns Tournament


8 Zi'da 721
Balthazar nodded gently when Elisabeth suggested it was only a matter of time until someone pointed out his marked history in the Rharne tavern brawling circles. He was glad to get to spend some time with her before the fighting began and before he had a lead worth pursuing. It was nice to spend time with her. While Ilaren was answering questions that had been posed by others in the warm up space, Elisabeth said she did not want to risk taking a drink and embarrassing herself in the tournament. Balthazar smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Try not to worry about things like embarrassing yourself when you're going into a fight. Focus on winning, not looking good. If you aren't going to drink with me, you should probably find your opponent." Balthazar leaned a little closer to her and whispered, "Half the purpose for drinking is to socialize and maybe put the other fighters off balance." The other half was because he wanted purple whiskey. He gave Elisabeth a quick kiss on the top of her head and went off to get his drink.

He had just filled half a cup with purple whiskey when he was approached by the somewhat short man- at least short by Balthazar's estimate. He turned with his cup in-hand and a crooked brow, trying to put a name to the face he was looking at. He immediately ran through the names he'd seen on the bracket listing. He knew it wasn't Vivian, Praetorum, or Elisabeth which cut three fighters off the list. He didn't expect that someone who wasn't facing him in the immediate future would approach him now but to be safe, he didn't eliminate the other options yet. He could have been speaking to the Slicker, Jon Ghast, or the Glass Pillar. He didn't know much of anything about Jon Ghast but he had the basics on the other two from Walsh. The Glass Pillar was too tall so he must have been speaking to the Slicker... unless he was talking to Jon. Either way, he had a question to answer about his last time fighting in a Rharne tournament.

"You must be... The Slicker? It's a good title too. I had nothing against Halfdan. He didn't stay down when I hit him, so I had to hit him again. That's how it works isn't it?" Balthazar replied, looking the man who'd asked directly in the eye as he said, "As long as my opponent knows when to quit, and doesn't have a weak, breakable nose, I don't think I'll be living up to the name today." He narrowed his eyes slightly at the Slicker for a moment before grinning and raising his glass as if toasting, "To Ilaren and Vri, may no one here meet the latter today."
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Mutations
Defiance: Skin always glows faintly and he is warm to the touch. His is also the center of a field of static electricity so people get shocked touching him on occasion.
Rupturing: Orange etheric cracks spider-web up his arms to his elbows. His eyes and the glowing cracks going down his cheeks glow dark blue.
Transmutation: He has a series of emerald, glowing cracks on his right pectoral.
Marks
Bellinos: His fingernails are always black. The color fades into his fingers.
Celarion: A dim glowing ring surrounds his left forearm.
Palenon: A silver lightning shaped mark about the size of a hand stretching up towards his torso.

Scars

  • Oops, Oops, Ouch: Balthazar Black has twenty scars across his back from a lashing as well as scars on his hands and arms from jagged rocks on Faldrass. There are two scars on the sides of his abdomen from being stabbed and a slash across his back which blends in with the whip scars.
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