Street Urchins. (Closed)

[Elthas_Belthasar]

(Closed to Talen)

Having already rigged chamber number 25 for this particular throw down, Elthas wanted to advanced his Citadel Leagues career. Since he'd developed a competitive nature, Elthas wanted to keep himself on edge at all times. Configured to represent the streets of Radasanth's famous marketplace district, the bazaar, Elthas was attempting to lure a specific type of opponent to the chamber. A challenge. He was standing by a particular stall, purchasing his lunch for the day. Due to Elven physiology, Elthas had quite the picky nature in tastes. He had outgrown the desire to consume Elven cuisine, but rather, was currently snacking on Akashiman style food.

Elthas was a learned man. A part of culture was the respect one had for the food they consumed. For example, Radasanth hot dogs, were not the same as hot dogs served in The Elven nation of Eluriand. The cooking styles of various cultures differed almost dramatically, and Elthas was interested in learning all he could of the various cultures of the world. Though Elthas was a Bounty Hunter by trade, that did not mean that he had to lack education. A brilliant Elf, Elthas studied all he can to increase the knowledge he had acquired.

He stood there eating the Akashiman cuisine. The meats were cooked with a certain combination of spices giving it a richer flavor. The "pork fried rice" also had a flavor and texture that Elthas genuinely enjoyed. All though Elthas enjoyed Radasanthian cuisine, he was finding himself buying Akashiman delights quite often of late. Elthas did not like alcoholic beverages of any sort. He was drinking a standard Akashiman juice drink of this or that fruit type. He didn't know how to identify the particular fruit at the time, only that it was bittersweet in nature.

Elthas, as always, was dressed like a million bucks. That day, he wore a Radasanth-cut pin-striped suit. His jacket was single breasted, with a row of brass buttons. The lapels were dramatically peaked in an almost gaudy style. Several pockets were visible on the jacket, and he wore it loose with only one button holding it secure. He had on a simple white dress shirt, one pocket on the breast, and the tie was worn long style. It was a navy blue tie with simple Elven patterns. Elthas's pants were pin striped as well. Matching the jacket, it was a meticulously chosen outfit. Very few warriors of The Citadel Leagues wore a suit to battle. Elthas was proud of his choice, he didn't need to be a savage to appreciate skirmishing tactics.

Crowning his head was a well crafted top hat styled in Radasanth's industrial fashion design. It was tipped at an angle, casting a shadow across his handsome face. Normally, Elthas would have been smoking his hand crafted pipe. Specifically the cannibus herb. However, he didn't like to eat and smoke at the same time. Elthas stood completely erect, his combat gear with him. Elthas wore a crossbow across his back, his quiver of bolts at his side. At his hips were the scabbards that contained his deadly pair of daggers.

Elthas wore gloves as well, black leather gloves. One of his hands held his meal which he consumed quite slowly. He was enjoying the taste of the food. The whole act was a deliberate ruse designed for one purpose: lull the target into thinking he was weak. He ate casually, greeting the various Radasanthian customers that came across him. Elthas had become a monster, but that didn't mean he couldn't be civil to the very people who would one day rule over. For now, Elthas was content with his lot in life. Chasing the "dirty jobs", the jobs that only a man with his particular set of talents could perform. Elthas smiled.

"Today is gonna be good." Elthas said to the stall's owner.

"Why do you say that mi'lord?" The guy asked back.

"The hour to shed blood is almost upon us." Elthas responded coldly. And after paying for his food, he walked over towards a nearby fountain. There were benches set up around the elegant fountain commemorating this or that Hero. Elthas stood on top of the bench, and sat down so that he was positioned exactly on top of the bench. Several of the other plebeians stared at Elthas and physically became uncomfortable. He only smiled back at them as he ate. They scoff at rebels. Anything that is out of the ordinary makes them feel discomfort. That could become an advantage. Once he was done eating, he kept his drink by his side, placing it on the edge of the fountain. He lit up the herb in his pipe and began smoking...

First order of business before a battle: relax and keep your head cool. Elthas waited for his opponent to arrive.

[Hysteria]

Talen turned his eyes slowly around the makeshift food court that had sprung up in front of the Citadel over the last few months. The Citadel had always offered slight refreshments to battle combatants after larger battles, but the growth of spectators and the rise of the sport had spurned a whole other industry. The once bare steps of the citadel were crowded with stalls purveying all manner of food and well, other stuff.

The youth wasn’t one to enjoy the sin of gluttony, the other six sins suited him just fine, but the smells that filled the air carried with it a thousand memories and experiences. The spices imported reminded the youth of his first entry in the citadel, a horrible defeat. The cured salty taste of fish lingering on the boy’s tongue reminded him of a battle fought a few months prior, also a horrible defeat. The youth slowly perused the market, a slight indulgent of a fanciful interest before entering citadel to find a battle.

The boy was wearing a thin, slightly tattered and oversized pair of black pants held up with a thick leather belt. He also sported a black t-shirt with a grey skull and crossbones. The youth’s white skin contrast his black hair and the boy rubbed a hand through his hair as his eyes lingered on the colourful sight of a kebab stand as he turned to head towards the giant double doors of the citadel.

*Crack*

Talen stumbled backwards, his vision slightly obscured by rice and pork tumbling across his eyes. The youth looked up, his head holding half a service of Akashiman cuisine and the other half spread across the front of what was a very nice suit. The youth brushed off the top of his head, spraying more rice onto the suits pants. The boy had walked straight into the bench, mistaking the man sitting on the back rest as actually standing, and preceded to head-butt the food out of the man’s hands across both of them. Talen lifted his head up and stared at the man.

“What… the… fuck?” The boy looked up at the man, “You arsehole… I oughta beat your messed up suit ass from here to Scara Brae. Didn’t yo mama ever tell you how to sit on a bench?”

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Without warning, one of the onlookers suddenly crashed into Elthas. Spilling his food all over himself, and the boy, Elthas was suddenly knocked into the fountain. The water sloshed in several different direction, thankfully, his suit was high quality. It would be stained, yes, but he wouldn't be soaked for long. Elthas stood up in the fountain, and wiped the food off his jacket and shirt best he could. His hat was nearby, he picked that up and carefully placed it on his head. Wet now, Elthas was in a fowl mood. He walked over towards Talen. He has to be my opponent. Elthas thought to himself as he removed himself from the fountain. Elthas turned towards Talen and looked at him. Isn't the kid too young to be messing around in The Citadel?

He whistled. "The monks must be getting pretty desperate letting kids fill The Citadel League ranks." Elthas wiped himself off best he could. His eyes were locked on the kid before him. "I suppose though you gotta be better than the orc I fought last time." Elthas shook his head, so water from the fountain could fall out of his long hair. He then straightened himself. "You're going to get my cleaning bill, kid." Elthas drew his two daggers from their sheathes and stood approximately five paces directly to the north of Talen's position. Facing his front side. Elthas's combat stance was relaxed and confident. He was clearly quite used to fighting with his elegant daggers.

He stood with his body at a natural forty five degree angle. His left shoulder was closest towards Talen, raised slightly. Spread at an almost horse stance, his legs were open and bent at the knees. Both of his daggers were at the ready, the tips of the blades pointing down towards the floor. Elthas had an extremely serious look on his face. I don't know why the monks pull this sort of mess sometimes. But now the kid is here. I suppose I can beat him up for a while since we're here anyway. Maybe this will be worth my while. "You have a rotten mouth, kid. I suppose I can beat some manners into you." Elthas then rotated his daggers upwards so the tips pointed skyward.

Elthas suddenly became very serious. His eyes narrowed to thin slits. "You know why you are here." Elthas said. "I shall show you no quarters. It's a dog eat dog world, kid. And I hope you're skilled enough to back those hollow and empty words." Elthas liked talking mess, he could back his words with skill. He didn't know the skill level of the kid, but that didn't matter. Elthas would back down from nobody.

[Hysteria]

Talen’s jaw dropped with shock and he blinked a few times just to make sure what had happened actually happened.

The… I’ve never… a travesty… who does he think he is!?

“Let’s settle this like gentlemen then, with big sticks!” The youth hopped backwards from Elthas a few more steps and landed very low to the ground, with one hand forward supporting him on the paved stones, “It’ll take the monks a full week to put you back together after I am done with you.”

The youth’s eyes lifted towards his opponent blazing with excitement. The few bystanders close to Talen and Elthas backed away quickly and almost instantly a wide circle of onlookers had formed. The air around Talen darkened and cracked. With that little warning a cyclone of shadows erupted from the ground and engulfed the youth. It was over just as quickly as it had formed, leaving the boy with a large flat blade across his back, his arms coated with his dark metal gauntlets and his pistols at his hips.

The youth pushed his feet into the pavement, leaping into a charge straight towards his opponent. Talen lurched down a few metres from Elthas and angled upwards. With all his speed transferring upwards the boy lifted into the air, jumping nearly two metres above the stones. His head reared back and he yelled into the sky.

“Yoga flame!”

The youth’s head snapped forwards and a torrent of black liquid ripped through the air. The youth’s armoured hands lifted up to his mouth and the black liquid. Both erupted in flames, licking down the black liquid in a burning mess of volatile energy to splash and burn anything that got in its way.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Elthas's eyes went wide as he saw the black liquid erupt in flame. What the fuck is that!? He thought to himself as he quickly reacted. He ran at an angle away from the incoming attack, but the intensity of the attack proved difficult to completely evade. Even with Elthas's skill level. As Elthas moved, he turned his body to face his opponent, still in midair and launched one of his masterwork daggers at the boy. He was aiming for the youth's chest. Hoping to catch the kid off guard, Elthas growled out loud as he suffered some burns from the flaming attack. He managed to just get out of reach of the attack so that the attack was not as devastating as it could have been. Despite that, Elthas suffered damage. The arch of flame touched the lower portion of his body still facing Talen, and immediately caught fire.

The flame swirled around his person, scorching and burning through his simple clothing. He did not have armor on so the attack would cause more damage inevitably. Catching second degree burns, Elthas felt his powerful leg get scorched as he was cooked alive. He never stopped attempting to escape the flame's biting attack. Elthas kept his other dagger in his hand and squeezed the grip as hard as he could, concentrating on the pain. The pain would have knocked a normal warrior out. Elthas barely held on, but he knew that another sustained hit like that would likely finish the battle in the punk's favor. Damned fancy tricks. Always gotta show off for some damned wench...tch...the brat just got lucky...yeah...lucky... Elthas finally broke free from the grip of the flaming attack, and completed his botched evasion attempt.

Rolling forward in a sloppy movement, he hit the ground hard. Flames from the boy's attack were everywhere in the burst radius and Elthas was careful to move away from the fire. Standing up slowly, Elthas had steam from the fire swirling off one side of his body. He was burnt, bad, but he could still use those limbs with some degree of skill. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air and it made Elthas feel disgusted. Elthas took on a more aggressive combat position, holding his dagger in front of his chest, the tip pointing down. He wanted to say something, but he was already pissed off so said nothing. He waited to see if the dagger he threw connected with the brat before he made any other movements against him. Elthas realized that attempting to fight the brat at close quarters was probably a suicide mission. I have to dispatch him quickly as I can. You can do this Elthas. Focus...

[Hysteria]

Talen snapped his mouth closed, the flames licking across the pavement filling his vision with fiery destruction. The youth twisted as his target ducked out of the literal firing line. The escape and launch of the blade caught Talen slightly by surprise. The youth twisted in mid-air, and brought his armoured arms in front of himself. The blade cracked against metal and the blade bounced to the pavement. Unfortunately so did the boy. With a dull thud and a scraping of metal the youth landed on the stone.

“Fucks…”

The boy kicked and scrapped the ground pushing himself up to his feet milliseconds after. The flames cracking across stones died next to Talen as his eyes looked at the burnt opponent. Thoughts of anger and glee pushed through the youth’s mind. Suit isn’t quite so nice now… His opponent was hurt and Talen decided to press his advantage.

Talen span on the spot. His hands moved down to his side, darkness trailing in a line behind the movement. One full rotation and the youth’s hand pushed forwards with the darkness whipping through the air towards Elthas. Like a spider throwing a web, the darkness exploded outwards into a wide net easily three metres wide and hardened into chain. With a snap the youth pulled back the chain. The weighted ends on each end of the net moved inwards, seeking to ensnare the youth’s opponent.

"Get over here!"

[Elthas_Belthasar]

"Not on your life, kid!"

Elthas found himself really disliking that brat. He was on the move the moment he saw the net and chain combination appear. When it appeared, Elthas ran for all he was worth, which was quite a bit. He ran at a forty-five degree angle to the east of Talen's position. As he ran, he sheathed his dagger and pulled out his crossbow. Time to change tactics a little bit here, since close-quarters combat ain't working. Feeling the familiar weight of his crossbow, he hoisted it up to combat position despite the pain from being burnt. I am gonna pay that brat back...

Elthas took careful aim as he looked at the position of the kid. The kid was still distracted, Elthas assumed, by having launched the net at Elthas in the first place. Elthas fired off a single crossbow bolt in the general direction of Talen's chest. His eyes narrowed as he felt the recoil, and he immediately started the motion of reloading the crossbow. Putting another bolt in, he pulled the drawstring back and prepared for range combat.

Elthas was safely out of the range of the net, which hit nothing but air. He was already angry, and he wanted to put the kid out of his misery. His next few attacks would be lethal in nature, he would see to that. Elthas watched as the bolt spun through the air, hopefully, to catch the kid completely off guard. If the brat managed to evade his first bolt, he had many others to use against him. A full stack of about twenty bolts. So at least one of them had Talen's name on it.

"You little runt..." Elthas said as he waited for the bolt to connect, if it was meant to at all. "I'm going to make you pay for this shit. All of it..." Elthas said out loud. He knew he was pissed off, and that wasn't going to help him win the battle. So he attempted to calm down, maintain a cool head despite the pain he felt. He was going to be certain to pay the kid back for everything that the kid had done that day. He's a rude little brat on top of it all...no originality... Elthas thought to himself. He's an undisciplined little brat...

[Hysteria]

Talen’s eyes narrowed, the chain ringing out into the square as metal struck metal. *tsk* the youth spat as his prey escaped and he let his chain crash to the pavement. The emergence of the crossbow sent waves of fear from the onlookers. The crowd shouted, those in line with Talen and Elthas shouted in fear and broke. People crashed to the ground, shouting and grunts echoed through the square as panic rose. Flames were one thing, but a crossbow could easily overshoot and hit someone. Talen silently admired the man’s lack of concern for the general public.

The youth was determined to test his speed against the crossbow and bent low. The bow cracked and slit through the air. Talen swung to his left as he twisted his torso out of the way of the bolt. The youth felt a rush of adrenaline with the movement. The sudden joy came to an abrupt halt as he felt the cold bite of metal shoot along his waist. The youth stumbled sideways and clutched his side. The bolt continued its path through the air, wearing the boy’s blood as a mark of success. There was another dull thud as the bolt struck a man behind Talen. The ill-fated passer-by slumped backwards amid shouts of shock of those around him.

It won’t be long now… thought Talen, The monks will probably intervene… or the guards.

Talen gritted his teeth as blood leaked through his armoured hand. The youth pulled one of his pistols from his side, the flintlock was not a standard pistol. The curved black shape belayed the use to channel the youth’s power through it. The boy started his slow walk towards his opponent, his feet trudging across the ground, scrapping stone on leather. Those that had sought to watch a fight between two men, or at least a fight between a man and a child, quickly dispersed. A few scattered people remained, warriors too proud, or too stupid to move away. Talen’s pistol fired a pulse of black liquid, then another. The youth continued towards his target firing. The first landed low, striking the ground. As soon as it did the shot burst into flames leaving a little fiery glob of liquid cracking the rock slightly underneath. The others continued towards their target.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Crackoom!

The loud sound was probably the only warning that he would ever get. Elthas, trying to outrun death itself, started to dash away from the first bullet's impending explosion. Concrete on the ground broke and cracked, shrapnel flying up everywhere from the ensuing explosion. Elthas cursed as several pieces of the floor itself, super heated, burnt through his leg and arm. The pain was tremendous and he wanted to beat the crap out of the little brat. Damn that kid, he's smiling all pretty now. Showing off with them damned fancy weapons and tricks. Nothing but a snot-nosed brat...and yet...he beat me...crap... Elthas was on the move when the shrapnel tore through his leg. It would slow him down, considerably.

As he fell forward, several more bullets came flying in his general direction, all he could do was twist his body so they wouldn't take him dead on. With the shrapnel having pierced his leg, it would be quite difficult to outrun the rest. Elthas cursed out loud again. Then, in desperation, he saw something up ahead. If I can only grab that bastard! Elthas thought to himself and reached with all of his speed and strength he could muster. He suddenly grabbed one of the panicked civilians and smiled as he did. "You son of a bitch! Thaynes bless you, now this is my kind of show!" Elthas rotated just as the bullets were coming in range. Instead of hitting Elthas, who kicked off the civilian's body and rolled several paces to his right, the bullet hit some middle aged civilian who was just bringing groceries home to his family. The whole thing made Elthas laugh as the five bullets hit the guy, and he was spared a horrendous fate. Fucken body bags are everywhere. I gotta start thinking smarter than this little brat. Let him come to me, he's got ranged shit too... Elthas thought to himself as the bullets easily tore through the unarmored civilian.

Elthas landed with a thud. He'd been burnt a little more from the explosion, but it was just his leg and he could continue the fight. "Yeah. This is more like it." Elthas got up, shakily, but he did get back up from the ensuing madness. Screams and panic from the chaos began to come from the gathered; they knew they were not safe. Elthas held his crossbow, and held his crossbow at a good position to fire off another bolt. Unlike the brat and his guns, Elthas could only fire off one bolt at a time, so he had to make them count. He's still aiming those damned things at my prior position, let's see if I can't catch the little brat off guard. Elthas took a careful aim at a very specific body part; the brat's legs. He fired off his crossbow bolt a moment later and watched it whiz through the air towards his target. Then, he started limping quickly towards another civilian, and potential human body bag. Elthas was now determined to be the one to walk away from that fight with his consciousness intact.

He was determined to beat the damned brat...

[Hysteria]

Talen lifted his pistol after the last shot blasted towards its target. A sickly smile crossed the youth’s face the shots impacted. It was only seconds before the youth realised that Elthas had pulled a fast one, or rather he had pulled a middle aged and unfortunate one. The man screamed with pain as the shots burnt threw flesh and down to the bone in seconds. The youth grimaced slightly at his own handy work, the particular skill had only been mastered recently and its effects still surprised him.

*THWACK*

The image of the man drifted out of view as Talen looked down to his feet. Blood trailed down the youth’s cloths from the wound on his side. The grey skull on his shirt was now a murky red. The fashion faux pas was the least of Talen’s issues as a crossbow bolt sat stubbornly in his thy.

“Waaaa…”

The pain hit Talen a second later and he stumbled backwards with a look of terror on his face. His eyes slowly refocused and started stubbornly moved forwards towards Elthas. The youth couldn’t bend his leg and with a cut on the same side he was reduced to a haphazard gate. His pistol dropped to his side as he was reduced to shooting from the hip.

Through pain, anger and more than a little of that directed towards himself, Talen closed in on his target and fired another barrage of flaming shots. Even if it cost him a limb he was going to win the battle.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

(Conclusion post. Sorry for delays, I was waiting for a judgment on another thread this whole time.)

Speed. It was what Elthas credited himself for, even at this injured state. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Elthas thought as he heard the strange bullets being fired once again. He knew they were bad news, and were getting fired into the crowd at almost will. Elthas saw one of the panicking passerbys and made his way to them. Exploding bullets hit the ground just behind his position, cracking the concrete and causing heated pieces of shrapnel to fly everywhere. He was in such close proximity to the civi's that most of the damage flew at them instead of him. It was a wide spread explosion, knocking Elthas on the ground and causing a tremendous ringing in his sensitive ears. He grabbed his head for a moment, the crossbow was on the ground nearby. He was hurt, badly, he just wanted to end the ordeal. Then, it occurred to him, he may have to actually kill to win. The thought didn't sit well with him.

[/i]It might be the only way I can end this...unless...[/i] He saw it. His chance. A final bullet in the volley was making it's way towards Elthas's position and he made his way to it. Elthas really didn't like to kill folks at all, even if they deserved it. He limped quickly towards the exact proximity of where the explosion would take place. The bullet hit some "innocent" bystander and Elthas didn't care. The explosion is what he cared about. It created a decent sized explosion and Elthas stood as close to the burst of flesh and violence that he could. Fire swelled outward from the body of the guy, and it cooked Elthas further, knocking him on the ground once more. This time, he did not resist what was coming. His head hit the ground, and he was knocked out, stone cold. He had a smile on his face. Elthas would rather get himself killed than actually take another life. Even if the event called for someone's death; Elthas was a professional bounty hunter. By the very nature of what he was, he didn't like to kill.

I must capture the target alive... Elthas recalled that as his last thoughts before the darkness took him over. When he awoke next, time had passed and he found himself within a chamber he had never seen before. Am I still in The Citadel's halls? Elthas thought to himself. He tried to sit up, he realized he was on a comfortable bed. His vision settled and he growled in agony. His body still felt the effects of being burnt alive. It dawned on him that his injuries would likely scar up. That kid was a tough son of a bitch... Elthas realized that the pillow was quite comfortable and reminded him of home. He looked at the people around him and saw several pretty nurses tending to his injuries. He was so exhausted that he didn't stress the details. He felt like he needed a lot of sleep to fully recover his strength.

A male voice suddenly spoke to him. Elthas looked over to see the monk from before. Specific monks were usually assigned to the various Citadel Leagues combatants. Elthas had not seen his usual monk for that ordeal, a guy named Lukan tended to his services and prepping the chamber for him. Lukan was standing relative near to Elthas's bed so that Elthas could hear him easily. Elthas turned towards Lukan and sighed.

"That was not what I had in mind...urrgh..." Elthas said, it still hurt to talk right. He'd been slammed around the arena and burnt badly. He noticed the bandages around various parts of his body and he sat in bed, in his underwear.

"Be calm, Elthas Belthasar." Lukan said carefully. "You did well for this bout in the Leagues. You fought a superior opponent and did not back down. Though that ending was a little lack luster. Why didn't you finish the job?" Lukan asked.

"I don't kill..." Elthas frowned. He knew it was a hypocritical promise he'd swore on himself. However, it was still a promise none the less. "It might not seem like a big deal to you, but to me it is. Life and the decision to take life is never a choice that should be taken lightly." Elthas found himself thinking on the past...he quickly tried to shut those memories out.

"I see..." Lukan said. "It will be interesting to see how long you can stay alive with that mode of thought." Lukan continued. "Be that as it may be, you did exceedingly well. I have made certain that your belongings were recovered from Chamber Number 25. And also, your clothing will be fixed as well."

"Lukan..." Elthas began. "I thank you for your hospitality. He was a big jerk, but in the end taught me something very valuable." Elthas felt much different heading out of the battle than he had going into it.

"What did you learn from it?" Lukan was interested in hearing what the Elf had to say.

"How to stay alive, even if the situation calls for use of dirty techniques....but either way. I'm pretty tired Lukan. I'm gonna try to rest and let these pretty ladies do their job. I got banged up pretty badly..." Elthas growled again at that point feeling a tremendous surge of pain swell through him.

"I see." Lukan said. "Very well. We shall have to talk again soon, once you have recovered. I may have more work for you down the road." Lukan said.

"I am happy that you can provide such. Either way, I'll be certain to seek you out once I can." Elthas leaned back against the fluffy pillow and fell fast asleep...

~FIN~

[Hysteria]

The crackling of fire filled the air, dirty smoke and strangely enough, success. Talen lowered his gun as the man foolish enough to challenge him was finally defeated. The arrogant youth ignored the arrow protruding from his leg. A victory’s sweet taste washed away the truth that his victory had been a narrow one.

Talen turned his face to the sky, the sounds of panic and chaos rising from the townsfolk around him slowly slipping away. The blue sky cracked, dripping darkness down the sides of the heavenly sphere and revealing the cold rock roof of the citadel. The magic creating the room died, forming little more than a barren room lit by a few shabby torches across the wall. The wooden door to Talen’s side swung open and two monks hurried inside towards Elthas. The youth turned to the door and limped towards it. Another monk entered the room and headed towards Talen. The youth waved him off and grabbed the arrow. With a sickening tear he ripped the offending object from his leg.

The boy nearly fainted from the pain, a few staggered steps and he composed himself to continue towards the exit. The monk looked shocked, but let him go. Talen’s torn and bloody cloths shimmered and broke into a thousand swirling shadows. As quickly as it happened they had reformed into a long cloak and the boy left in silence.

[Zook Murnig]

Elthas Belthasar

Plot 8/30
Story 3/10
Setting 3/10
Pacing 2/10

Character 10/30
Communication 4/10
Action 3/10
Persona 3/10

Prose 12/30
Mechanics 5/10
Technique 4/10
Clarity 3/10

Wild Card 4/10

TOTAL 34/100

Hysteria

Plot 8/30
Story 3/10
Setting 2/10
Pacing 3/10

Character 13/30
Communication 5/10
Action 4/10
Persona 4/10

Prose 15/30
Mechanics 5/10
Technique 5/10
Clarity 5/10

Wild Card 4/10

TOTAL 40/100

Hysteria wins!

Elthas Belthasar gains 600 EXP and 84 GP
Hysteria gains 1800 EXP and 54 GP

[Letho]

EXP/GP added.