Ration Your Light

[Ioder_Horvat]

How the hell…

Did the monks honestly expect him to fight under these conditions? Sure he was brimming with confidence from his victory yesterday but this wasn’t what he imagined when he quickly registered for another fight. He found himself in the middle of a huge sprawling labyrinth filled with dangerous traps at nearly every turn. To top it all off it was near complete darkness within the cold stone halls, he prayed his opponent didn’t possess the ability to see in the dark. In the beginning the traps were easy enough to spot. Between basic trip wires and pressure plates Ioder wasn’t impressed. A toddler could make it through this nonsense. What wasnt easy was the solitude of the arena, and being left to your own thoughts while waiting for a dagger in the dark.

As Ioder walked the desolate hall in front of him he held tightly to his torch. Ioder hadn’t the faintest clue where his enemy was but he knew that the three torches he was given would be his only friends in this place. He watched closely as the walls shifted at each intersection in diverging paths, it seemed that the maze branched outward from the center multiplying at each turn. Quickly the half-elf became annoyed as the dark corridors seemed to continue endlessly with no sign of anyone. He figured that it had already been about twenty minutes since he first stepped into the arena based on the dwindling flicker of his torch.

“WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE YOU!?” Ioder yelled at the top of his lungs. He could hear his voice echo off every wall as it disappeared into the distance. If anyone was close they would have heard him for sure so as a precautionary measure he drew Helfa from his belt. His legendary dragon bone blade would be worth of anyone who would dare to attack the envoy from beyond.