An old one...

(Open to one. Level don't matter.)

Corone.

Nosdyn always hated Corone.

What it stood for, "Freedom and Democracy." He hated those ideals and what they represented. He was in Corone for a different purpose those days. He wanted to train. He'd been active in Corone for the past few months. After their battle with the Thayne, N'Jal...he needed to train and grow stronger. He looks at the Monk who was his contact from his early youth. When things were simpler before N'Jal. The Monk had aged considerably. He looks at the man carefully. "You've not aged well." He chuckles.

The Monk nods. "Not all of us are blessed with longevity my lord." He says. "Your usual arena?" He asks.

"Usual chamber." Nosdyn explains. "Number 14. Allow the first comer and make the arena set at night." He says calmly. He needed to train, unlike most races he'd grown stronger with his old age.

They made it to chamber number 14. "Here we are." The monk says. There was a pause. "My lord is it true?" He suddenly asks.

Nosdyn looks confused for a moment. He looks at the man. "What do you wish to know?"

"The Thayne can be harmed by Mortal folks." He asks. "You and your people managed to banish N'Jal."

Nosdyn pauses for a moment. Thinking of N'Jal made his right eye twitch ever so subtly. "The one named Joshua Cronen was able to kill Lord Draconus." Nosdyn explains. "We as mortals, don't need The Thayne. Gods or Devils won't decide our future FOR us." He smiles coldly at that point. "We defeated N'Jal but her death will come another day." He promised.

"What special conditions do you want for the match?" He asks calmly.

The old demon rubs his long gray beard for a moment or two. "None, just make it a forest at night." He says calmly. "I'll be waiting." He readies his dual iron maces and prepares for war. He was no Hero.