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It has been a long year since the last Elemental Championship, but the Championship Arena Complex did not show signs of age, but rather on the contrary - it grew, and along with it, just a hill and a spring with a weary wooden bridge over it away, grew the township...now more of a city...of Bren. The vicinity of the Arena has done it much good - apart from the great crowds -- and thusly business -- it brought it during the Championship itself, just the presence of such a building carried the township's name far over the lands. There came adventurers of many sorts, and the burgeoning four inns of Bren were never short of business, there came priests of the Elemental Lords, building shrines and churches and granting it divine protection not from one, but from all the Lords, and there came many, many artisans to maintain the three offshoot Arenas around the old one, and craft yet a fourth offshoot that hung high in the sky above the lot.

The would-be combatants, either just arriving, or having taken a night's rest either at an inn or at the small camp of tents at the base of the Arena hill, would get to see the artisans' handiwork soon enough, right after the priests and mages within them finish their last checks on the protective barriers and image transportation enchantments for the gathered crowds.

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This arena wasn’t so much of an arena as it was a hall. Each year the winner of the last Elemental Championship would have a statue of themselves made and put into the hall. As such the arena looked more like a forest of people. Frozen in time the people seemed to be serene and almost real.

The only break in the sea of people was in a large swarthy pass that cut through the middle of it. A pathway so that visitors could peacefully walk and marvel at the champions that came before.

But now it was the championship and so blood would be spilled and the competitors looked upon the hallway and deciding the strategically value of it.

While it ran the course of the hall the path was only about 3 Meters wide, a dangerous place to fight if you needed to dodge an attack. On each side flanked the unchanging guardians with only a enough space for a person to run through.

Each of the statue’s were made out of some of the strongest metal known in the world. Unbreakable and immune to magic. Truly fighting in such a small space would be prove to be tough.

The statue’s held a more sinister purpose though, if this hall was a forest then it was a forest that you could get lost in. Little more then a maze, if the path way was dangerous then entering the maze could be twice as deadly if you weren’t prepared. A person that wasn’t thinking could be ambushed and his blood spilled before he knew what was happening.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on what had happened in the past.

Now was the time to paint the statues red once again.

Now was the time to fight in the Hall of Champions.

NOTE:
1. From now on you guys are the people who will decide how to attack etc. I’m sorry but school among other things has really cut into my free time. I’ll mod things that you want me to but for the most part you guys will have to do decide what to do.
2. Your not going to destroy the statues. I might make some rare case but unless I say so magic and physical exertion will not damage these statues.
3. You will keep fighting until there are only 3 left.
4. I expect all of you to be at least a little bit stronger then last time.

Combatants:
1.Johnny Bacardi
2. Atreides
3.Lewatha
4.Xiax
5.Angel of Death
6. Erunion Telcontar

(OOCSigheart why is my name in that list? Am i a statue!)

*Xiax enters the arena with his newly bought pair of battle gloves on his hands, specially made for a brawler these gloves not only give great protection but also puts the hardness of steel behind the user's every punch. Xiax is also carrying a coil of rope strapped to his loincloth*

*Xiax falls into spellcasting momentarily and the ground rushes up cover his body only to be absorbed instead. Xiax's body now seems to reflect the strength and toughness of the earth.*

*Xiax also blesses his gloves by leaping and dancing around them while singing (wailing) like a prepubescent girl.*

Distractedly Erunion spoke;
"Oh yes, have a good fight."
Then he continued laying shielding upon himself. Magic, physical, the wall of fire. So much to do, so little time...

oh no, never mind, I just saw there's a second tournament too.

*Xiax heads into the maze looking for anything interesting.*