Doubles Tournament - 14: Result Thread

**Malorian** · 05-04-2012, 00:16

Sand and wind raked across the cloaked face of the traveler. Long had she walked, and long had she seen hardship to find this place, and there it was before her: a mountain.

To the average onlooker it was simply that, a mountain range, and this was just one of many sides of it, but to the traveler it was much more.

Bring out her hands, she began to weave the winds of dark magic, and slowly they answered her summons from the sands.

There were men, orcs, lizardmen, ogres, elves, and even beastmen, and all of them skeletons. Their bodies showed their means of death, an axe here, a sword there, some even with their heads crushed in, but they all stood in silence waiting for the whim of their master.

Letting a faint smile touch her lips (it had been long since she had shown off her power) she merely pointed to a pile of boulders and at once the skeleton horde marched forward to break them down and pull them apart.

The task took months, but in the end they were successful, and the tunnel stretched out before them. The tunnel to the Arena of Death...

**Malorian** · 22-05-2012, 02:34

**TheOneHawk** · 22-05-2012, 06:46

No risk, no reward. 100 gold on Crone to advance.

**Leogun_91** · 22-05-2012, 07:50

10 on the order of the chosen path.

**Malorian** · 25-05-2012, 12:45

Please post bets in the other thread. This one is just for battles.

**Malorian** · 25-05-2012, 14:45

Day 1:

The Order of the Chosen path
vs
The Child and The Crone

The Arena of Death had been abandoned for years, but since the mysterious stranger had found it and reopened it you would have thought it has been a thriving town for years. The structures of the previous high elve owners were still in tact, and yet everything had been restored with additional gold, silver, and ivory. Indeed it was a place fit for a queen, even though its sole purpose was death.

The markets and housing sectors were teaming with people. Unlike before these people no longer paid a toll when they passed through the tunnel that lead to the arena, now they merely paid rent to stay in the lavish housing, the store owners paid a permit fee, and a portion of the gambling fees were taken as tax (although much was done under the table). All in all it was a more relaxed and pleasant feel, which again was at odds with the actual reason they were there.

Two of the travelers passing through the tunnel was a pair from The Order of the Chosen Path, a religious sect that believed in fighting fire with fire in bring down witches. As they entered the city it was the boy, dressed in a simple tunic, that spoke first.

"Sir, this place is glorious. Can it truly be evil?"

The older man sneered from under his wide brimmed hat, "More evil than you can possibly imagine paowan... witches come here to fight, they lurk in the shadows, and some even say even the owner is a witch!"

"Do you really think we can kill them all sir? And burn down the arena if it's lead by a witch?"

Wheeling around so quickly that his trench coat flared out, the man grabbed the boy by the throat and spat in his face, "Where is your faith whelp? Where is your courage? Am I not a Templar Master? Have you not seen me destroy daemons single handed?!?!"

"um... to be fair sir, I think the snotling was already wounded..."

"IT WAS A POWERFUL DAEMON, AND I SAVED THE TOWN FROM ITS WRATH!!!"

"Yes sir..."

Releasing the boy, the templar master stormed off towards the center of town were the actual arena could be found.

The arena too had been redone since the new management had taken over. The well built stands were still in place, but now covered with cushions, and the floor of the arena was tiled with fine marble and ringed with a low series of silver bands, more there to define the area of the arena rather than trap the fighters in.

Once the pair reached the arena the crowded stands burst into cheers. There was always a lot of excitement for the first battle, and the odd makers were strongly against the Order of the Chosen Path, so it was like seeing the firework rocket that would soon explode.

The old man ignored the cheers, thinking many of them heretics, and put a hand on his servant. "Stay here paowan. Let the master take the field and show you how it's done..." Then with a dramatic spin, once again flaring his trench coat, he leapt into the ring.

There was no one there to fight...

"Where are you witch!" The Templar Master bellowed. "Come out so I can cleanse the world of your filth!"

There was nothing.

"What? Are you scared to face me? Coward!"

The paowan coughed. "Sir, perhaps they merely slept in or are late. The fight is actually scheduled to happen in another 10 minutes."

"Ha! Foolish paowan, did you not listen when I said evil hides in the shadows and never sleeps. They are here... somewhere..."

Silently a little girl in a plain white dress and long flowing black hair made her way down from one set of stands and started to make her way across the arena floor. She couldn't have been more than 2 years old and her face gleamed with youth and innocence.

Catching sight of the girl from the side of his eye the witch hunter quickly drew a pistol and shot her in the side of the head. Her little frame collapsed to the ground and the pooling blood stained her white dress.

The paowan's jaw dropped. He would have spoken but his attention was quickly turned to an old woman who was running to the body of the girl. Although ugly with age, tears poured down her face and she fell to her knees and cradled the blood soaked child.

Once again the templar master's pistol fired, but this time his aim was off and it only caught the old woman in the neck, so he was forced to charge in and finish her off with a sword thrust to the chest. Then, feeling it a job well done, he holstered his weapons, clapped the dust off his gloves, straightened his mustache, and started walking away.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!?!" Horror and disbelief covered the paowan's face. "For Sigmar's sake, that was a little girl and an old woman!"

"They were witches! They were our enemies! They were evil!"

"Our match still isn't for another 5 minutes! Look, look over there..." He pointed to a pair of chaos warriors making their way to the ring. "Those are our real opponents!"

"Foolish paowan, dare you question me? They entered the arena, they were clearly our opponents. Jim, tell him..."

A man with a red shirt looked up from his painting, nodded, and then returned to his 'work'.

"You see, it's official!"

At this point the paowan's face showed more frustration and disgust. "This is idiotic! I dare you, no, I challenge you to prove that they were witches!"

Without a word the templar master walked over to the fallen bodies, discreetly shook his coat, and a glowing black sword landed by the fallen old woman.

"What have we here?... a daemonic weapon eh? And you know who uses those? DAEMONS! SHE'S A WITCH!"

"You can't be serious! You just planted that on her. Not to mention that's your sword, the one you took from injured snotling!"

The mouth of the witch hunter opened for a moment, as if he was going to yell something, but then closed, and with calm resolve he leaned over and picked up the sword, walked over to the paowan, stabbed him in the gut and walked away.

Never does the Arena of Death fail to entertain with the displays of the powerful and the foolish...

The Templar Master and The Paewan (minor injury) move on.

The Child and The Crone are eliminated.

The Templar Master picks The Child as his target.
The child fails to cast flickering fire, lost concentration.
Storm of shemet is cast and dispelled.
Flames of tz does a wound to The Templar Master
Pistols killing-blow shot The Child

Storm of shemet is cast and dispelled.
Pistols killing-blow shot The Crone. (Or he would have it was possible. Just does a wound.)
Impact hits kill The Crone

Battle table gives The Templar Master loot (bale-sword)
Battle table gives The Paowan a minor injury

**Malorian** · 31-05-2012, 13:50

Day 2

Atren Shadowfighter and Ekaax Whitebull
vs
Raganze 66 and Ratikuss

With dark cloaks covering their mutated bodies, Atren Shadowfighter and Ekaax Whitebull made their way in silence towards the ring. Once they had been highly talented and regarded High Elves, but ever since a quest into the Chaos Wastes has left their bodies and minds twisted they were but shadows of their former selves.

Sullen and ashamed by their looks and their rejection by their kin, it was all held together with a single purpose: revenge. Their eyes burned with hatred towards anyone they saw and they wanted nothing more than to prove themselves by killing the arena's best warriors and then killing anyone else who didn't pay them the respect they were due.

The crowd didn't know what to make of them as they walked in, but once there, and Atren Shadowfighter drew back his cloak to reveal his shining black armor, a deadly crossbow, and a twisted halberd, there were many who wished they could go back and change their bet in favor of the mysterious pair.

A trumpet announced the start of the match and right away Atren saw the blur. A streak of brown darting its way through the crowd, around various objects surrounding the arena ring, and ultimately making it's way towards him.

Quickly lifting and firing his crossbow, the Elve sent two bolt in the direction of the blur but they missed and landed solidly into the ground. Then it was too late...

With speed faster than he could imagine, the blur actually increased in speed and before he could change hands to the halberd there was a glowing green blade in his belly. Warmth spread through his body and he dissolved away. Not exactly the revenge he was looking for.

Ekaax Whitebull had seen everything with an emotionless face, and now was concentrating on the Skaven assassin standing before him. He was fast, but now his cards were shown and Ekaxx just where he wanted him.

Whistling he called his pegasus to him, expecting him to descend from the skies like it always did, but to his surprise it didn't come. Expecting treachery, the Elve moved on, pulled back his cloak to reveal his rusted armor and glowing sword.

Darting towards the rat before it could react, Ekaxx thrusted his sword into its leg and then spun around to finish him off with a decapitation, but the sword met empty air. Skaxx quickly looked out trying to figure out where he had gone but then felt a stabbing warmth in his back, and everything went gooy...

The crowd cheered for the show of skill, but the Skaven Assassin, Ratigus, didn't hear it. Brain damaged from an ogre blow to the head he was running on instinct now.

His partner on the other hand, the daring dark elve assassin Raganze 66, who had learned to use the retarded rat like a weapon, was enjoying the skies on his brand new pegasus...

Raganze 66 and Ratikuss move on.

Atren Shadowfighter and Ekaax Whitebull are eliminated.

Atren has nothing to shoot
Ratigus lands two hits, nothing warded, 7 wounds caused
No wound taken from fellblade

Ekaax only hits twice (even with hatred), and fails to wound, pegasus does a wound
Ratigus lands three hits, one fails to wound, one regened, does 6 wounds
No wound taken from fellblade

Battle table gives Raganze loot (dark pegasus)
Battle table gives Ratikuss nothing.

**reddevil18** · 31-05-2012, 13:57

Thought the dark elves would do a little better then that lol

**Malorian** · 23-06-2012, 04:15

Please put comments in the other thread. This is just for battles.

**Malorian** · 23-06-2012, 04:59

Day 3:

Devils team
vs
Einar and Kvist

"We are wasting time!"

"Bah! It was you who wished me to prove myself, so just sit tight and let me do my thing."

Morgal, lord of khorne, decided to let the matter slide. True he wished to find the flying fortress as soon as possible, but he also needed a reliable ally. No reason to race into the battle for an ancient treasure if the only reward was to fall in battle. Plus, being dedicated to khorne it was his duty to spill his fair share of blood...

Looking on he watched his brute of an opponent lumber his way into the arena, surrounded by cheering fans. Massive as a minotaur, BigGut was true to his name. He didn't rely on fancy weapons, he merely ripped his opponents apart with his bear hands and ate them. Crude but effective.

Morgal feered that the ogre might be under estimating his opponent however. His name was Einar, and his deeds were legendary. As another follower of khorne he too had spilt more than his fair share of blood, and today in his thick red armor, on his large steeds, and wielding a nasty looking axe he seemed bent on doing the same.

The khorne lord was going to offer to start the match himself when the horn was blown and it was too late as the match began.

With roar BigGut charged forward, grabbed Einar, and tossed him off of his steed. The ogre grinned at his early advantage until he felt the warm feeling on his arm and looked down to see blood pouring out of a large gash in his arm. By the time he looked back, Einar had rolled to his feet and with a flick scattered away most of the blood from his axe.

Morgal was going to yell and explain Einar's counter-attack tactics, but it was too late. BigGut ran forward again, swung with his fist, which Einar easily dodged, and then the ogre's head came tumbling to the ground after a clean upward strike.

"Great..." Thought Morgal. "I have to do everything myself..."

Drawing out his sword he stepped out into the arena and faced off against the legendary Einar. Each of them in red armor showing their dedication to khorne, each covered with marks from their many battles and many trophies, their main difference being Morgal's sword and Einar's axe.

Einar's horse started making its way back to its master, but Einar waved him off. He wanted it to be a fair fight.

With that there was one more pause and then they made their way towards each other. Slowly at first and then picking up pace. They each gave a battle cry and then their collided into each other.

Morgal thrust at Einar's throat but the blow was deflected by a raised shield, then Morgal saw his opponent spin behind him and felt the axe bit into his back, having cut easily through his thick armor. He knew his spin was severed since he lost command of his legs and fell to the floor.

"I don't suppose you would want to help me find the flying fortress?"

Einar didn't answer. Not that Morgal really expected him too. The hero of khorne simply followed through and finished off the lord of khorne by cutting off his head.

The crowd cheered for the display of skill, and Einar raise his axe to accept it, got on his horse, and rode out of the arena.

Einar (MR3, necrotic phylactry) and Kvist (faovr of the gods) move on.

Devil's Team is eliminated.

Impact hit does nothing
Einar does a wound to BigGut (killblow warded), steed does nothing
BigGut does nothing, LD passed

Einar double killblows BigGut
EotG gives stubborn and 4+ ward

Morgal's attacks do nothing thanks to charm shield
Einar double killingblows Morgal
EotG gives MR3

Battle tables gives Einar loot (necrotic phylactry)
Battle table gives Kvist loot (favor of the gods)

**Malorian** · 23-06-2012, 06:00

Day 4:

Snikskit and Snafu
vs
Guttsorn and Kurrak

Snafu was surprised when the high elve princess he was tasked to protect wanted to see the arena of death, it shocked him when Lady Aerina entered them into the actual tournament, but it completely blew his mind when see raised up her hand and insisted that she entered the arena first.

As a member of the White Lions it was his job to protect, however the laws of class also demanded that he followed her every command. The best he could figure is that he would lay in wait until she needed him and then he could rush in to save her and do the dirty work himself. He was glad to see their opponents would be just a couple of wildmen. A goatman and an ogre that looked more crazy than anything else.

He watched on as Lady Aerina stood her ground across from the shaman known as Kurrak, mumbling something from on top of his chariot, and all Snafu could hope was that she was fast enough to avoid the chariot.

As the horn was blow the chariot raced forward and Snafu was glad to see Lady Aerina, dressed from top to bottom in fine robes, not only roll out of the way of the chariot but also slash out with a blade that caught the thigh of the shaman.

For a while Snafu was caught between the amazement of wondering if she would actually defeat him on her own, and the odd matter of her movements not looking like standard elven form, but this was cleared from his mind when a raging ghorgon burst through one of the entrances, grabbed Aerina, slammed her to the floor, and then squashed her midsection with its foot. It all happened so fast Snafu didn't even have a chance to react... but he had to now.

Drawing out his blade he dashed as the beast and cut through its leg before it could stomp again. The ghorgon yelled out in pain and fell over, and a moment later Snafu was plunging his sword into its brain. At that point he yearned to check on Aerina, hoping against hope she was some how still alive, but he still had the wild shaman to deal with.

As Kurrak rode his boar drawn chariot towards him, Snafu timed his jump just right to send himself over the boars and straight into Kurrak. With his blade raised above his head it was a simple matter of bringing it down and splitting the beastman's skull.

With that out of the way he hurried to Lady Aerina's side, pulled back her veil, and gasped... it wasn't Aerina... it wasn't even Elven... is was a rat!

Snikskit, master skaven assasin, coughed up some blood and managed to get out, "Foolisssh elve... your lady is long dead... my dying tasssk wasss to draw you along and make you suffer... now DIE!..." and then he was dead.

Snafu was caught in a moment of complete bewilderment went the hands of an ogre grabbed him in a bear hug from behind and raised him up.

The ogre's strength great, even for an ogre, and all Snafu could do is whip his head back to brake his assailant's nose. This of course was far from life threatening, and in fact just seemed to enrage the ogre to the point that it then took him in one hand and slammed him into the ground over and over, until his body was broken and the ogre stepped away for a second to rile up the crowd a bit and rework the spell that gave him extra strength.

His right arm was broken, his sword 15 feet away, and his eyes almost completely swollen shut, and yet Snafu saw his saving grace: the skaven blade; the blade the had cut the shaman's thigh.

Reaching for it with his left hand he was only barely able to grab it before a hand grabbed him by the hair and lifted his up. The ogre's fist, covered in twisted metal spikes, was pulled back and ready to finish the job, and that's when Snafu striked.

Slashing across with his off hand the skaven blade first cut across the ogre's throat and then was driven into his chest. The ogre coughed up blood, dropped Snafu, and stumbled away. That's when Snafu saw it... saw that it wasn't enough... the ogre turned around, showing to the expert swordsmen that his dagger work hadn't quite done the damage it needed to, and all he could do is lay there broken as the ogre walked over and crushed his skull beneath its massive foot.

Guttsorn moves on.

Snikskit and Snafu and Kurrak are eliminated.

Kurrak summons a ghorgon and drinks the potion of speed.
Impact hits are all saved.
Snikskit does a wound to Kurrak.
Kurrak fails to wound, tuskagor's fail to hit, ghorgon does a wound, thunderstomp finishes the job.

Snafu gets 5 rerolls.
Impact hits do nothing.
Snafu kills Kurrak.

Guttsorn casts savage beast of horros, not dispelled.
Snafu does a wound.
Guttsorn does 2 wounds (rerolls on ward saved him), stomp is saved
Leadership passed.

Guttsorn casts savage beast of horros, not dispelled.
Snafu does 2 wounds to Guttsorn.
Guttsorn kills Snafu.

Kurrak stays down.

Battle table gives Guttsorn nothing.

**Malorian** · 29-06-2012, 13:01

Day 5:

Lhire and Skratchus
vs
Beauty and the Beast

As usual, the Beast was in a depressed rage. Belle had turned out not to be his true love (stupid match-making site!) and now he was to be stuck as a beast forever. To lash out at the situation he had tracked down the wizard who had gave him the curse in the first place and found him at the Arena of Death.

Now they were here, there first fight in mere moments, and the Beast wanted nothing more than to sulk and fume.

“GAGHHH! Why must they waste my time! I told them who I wanted to face Seth Daemonchild and yet they pit us up against a couple of rats!”

Belle approached carefully. The Beast was a 7 foot tall monster of fur and muscle and the last thing she wanted to do was to anger him. She felt bad for not having been his true love and not breaking the curse and so she had tagged along in hopes to ease his pain and keep him focused.

“Well… maybe it’s a good thing. An easy first round might be just what y… er, we need. We haven’t fought anything other than those wolves you saved me from so maybe it would be good to get some in ring experience before you face off against Seth.”

With a roar of frustration the Beast flipped over the table he was sitting at, spun around, and grabbed Belle by her throat.

“Foolish girl, do you not know where we are? This is the arena of DEATH! This place is filled with wizards, assassins, and warriors so powerful it could take an army to defeat them!”

“B-but I…”

“ENOUGH!!! If you want some ‘practice’ then be my guest! Let me know when they’re done wasting my time and I can get my hands on Seth!” With that he dropped the beautiful peasant to the floor and barged out of the tent. He was gone…

Picking herself up, Belle grabbed her things and started towards the door to leave as well. She didn’t need this. She would go home to her father and marry that braggart Gaston.

The guards waiting to take her to the ring had other ideas…

Inside the ring Belle was amazed at the seer scale of it. The thousands of people in the stands, the noise, the sun bearing down from above, and the weight of the armor and mace they had forced her to wear.

A tear started to fall down her cheek but she wiped it away and with determination forced herself to stand up straight and look her opponent in the eye.

It was a disgusting creature. For starters is was a rat, but it was a foul diseased rat in a long green robe who’s skin was covered in so many rashes and boils that it was hard to look at him long without throwing up.

The horn was then blown and the rat spoke some words, sending a green cloud racing towards Belle. She rolled out of the way but when she looked back up the rat was upon her.

It was the best she could do just to grab his wrists to keep the nasty claws away from her, but she was on her back now and the rat was using his weight to learn forward and try to bite her face.

Bringing her knee up into the creature’s groin, she bought herself enough time to scamper away and bring up her mace, but the rat quickly recovered and belched out another cloud of gas that surrounded Belle, stealing the air and burning her lungs.

Belle did her best to keep her guard but it also burned her eyes, and in a moment of distraction the rat she its opportunity and drove a dagger into chest.

Screaming she fell to the ground, her hands holding the wound, but despite her efforts blood was pouring out. She had never experienced pain like this before, and as shock and loss of blood took their effect she passed out.

The foul rat smiled and brought the knife to her throat, and then was picked up into the air! In a panic the rat looked down and saw the Beast, now covered in thick plate armor and brandishing a long sword, holding him up in the air.

A second later the rat came crashing down to the ground and the Beast’s foot finished the job by crushing its skull.

The Beast’s face softened for a second as he looked down at the crumpled form of Belle, but his attention was stolen away and three green throwing stars bounced off his armor.

Turning around he saw nothing, and the next thing he knew something had jumped onto his back and grabbed him by the mane. It tried to reach around and slit his throat, but the Beast grabbed the arm of the Skaven assassin and swung him too into the ground.

The black robed figure tried to roll away but the Beast took hold of the cloak now and tugged him towards him while he lunged with his sword in the other hand. The effect was a skewered rat.

Pulling his sword free and putting it back in the sheath, the Beast returned back to Belle, her skin white from lose of blood, and gathered her up in his arms.

What had he done to this poor girl? This woman who had even followed him to the arena. Well if there was one thing he had it was money, and there was rumors that the arena owner was such a talented healer she could practically bring people back from the dead, for a price.

As the crowd cheered, the Beast cradled Belle and carried her out of the bloody ring.

Beauty (1W/A) and the Beast (+1A) move on.

Lhire and Skratchus are eliminated.

Skratchus casts pestilent breath, it’s not dispelled, fails to wound.
Censer toughness test is failed but ward is passed
Skratchus does no damage
Beauty does no damage back

Skratchus passes LD test and casts pestilent breath, it’s not dispelled. It does nothing.
Censer toughness test is passed
Skratchus fails to wound
Beauty does a wound
Ld failed, free hit is warded

Skratchus passes LD test and casts pestilent breath, it’s not dispelled. It does a wound.
Censer toughness test is failed and it kills beauty.

Skratchus miscasts and is killed.

Lhire shoots but it’s saved
Potion of toughness used
Lhire’s attacks are saved but attacks back fail to wound
Beast does a wound to Lhire
Ld failed and free attack kills Lhire

Beauty gets back up!

Battle table gives Beauty serious injury
Battle table gives Beast unlocked potential

**Malorian** · 06-07-2012, 13:34

Day 6:

Eliathan and Nibzit
vs
Seth and The Wanderer

A vulture circled above, a rabbit’s eye popped out as it roasted on a spit, and down the path leading to the arena walked Seth Daemonchil. An exalted warrior dedicated to Tzeentch, his thick plate armor was painted dark blue in honor of his god, but his real power came from his knowledge of the death magic.

He was here because of a vision, a vision that he and the madman known simply as The Wanderer should come to the Arena of Death. He didn’t know what purpose Tzeentch had brought him here, but he was determined to put on a show for his god.

With the wind blowing his dark cape behind him, Seth Daemonchild made his way to the ring and stopped. Raising up a book he started reading from it, speaking ancient words of power. The sky above darkened and with a flash of lightning there suddenly was a mount High Elve prince and a goblin chariot in the ring in front of him.

The odd pair had no idea why they were there, but they soon turned their attention to Seth when he spoke. “Champions of Elve and Greenskin, I have summoned you here so that I may slay you for almighty Tzeentch. If you be warriors of merit then come at me sword raised, but if you be cowards then flee before you face my power.”

Although the High Elve didn’t know where he was he certainly wasn’t going to let anyone call him a coward. An amulet on his chest began to glow, making his already golden armor shine even brighter, and then the high elve kicked his steed into action and raced towards the sorcerer with sword raised and ready.

He didn’t make it.

Summoning the winds of magic and speaking words from his book, a bolt of black light struck the elve in the chest. Horse and man tumbled to the ground and when the dust settled they looked little more than dehydrated corpses.

Seeing this the lead goblin in the chariot whipped the wolves into action and sent it speeding towards Seth, but Seth spoke more words of power, crippling the mind of the one steering the chariot, and it veered off course. The other goblins in the chariot tried to take the reins away to correct, but there wasn’t enough time and the chariot careened out of the ring and crashed into the marble stands.

In those stands, just above here the chariot crashed, a monster of a man stood up and leapt down, crushing the stunned goblins below.

“SETH DAEMONCHILD! NOW IT IS YOUR TIME TO FIGHT ME!!!”

The armored beast drew out a long sword and started running towards the ring, but he was stopped by a handful of Elven guards.

It took a while for Seth to place it, but then he remembered. He remembered how in his early years he had put a curse on a prince that turned him into a monster and if he didn’t find true love he would be stuck as a beast forever. Obviously he hadn’t found his true love and was here for revenge.

Is this why Tzeentch had brought him here?

With a smile Seth turned away and left the ring, leaving the enraged Beast to struggle with the guards as they parted ways… for now…

Seth (+1 attack/PD/Ld, MR3) and The Wanderer move on

Eliathan and Nibzit are eliminated.

*I assumed foe bane was warrior bane*
Eliathan gets 6 rerolls
Spirit leech is cast and dispelled
Curse of laniph cast (homonculus used) two wounds caused (no dice back)
Eliathan uses talisman
Seth passes LD test
Elithan does no damage, nor does his horse
Seth does no damage
Eliathan dies from the talisman
EotG gives him +1 Ld

Seth casts spirit leech, it’s not dispelled, it does a wound, no dice back
Seth casts curse of laniph and it kills Nibzit
EotG gives MR3

Battle table gives Seth unlocked potential
Battle table gives The Wanderer nothing

(Just a note, the first time I ran this battle Seth and Eliathan went 6 rounds thanks to Seth failing leadership test after leadership test (to cast and to attack) and in the end he looted the chariot, BUT I forgot about the auto wound from the talisman and that cleared things up.)

**Malorian** · 17-07-2012, 15:05

Day 7:

Dwarfs Are on the Rise
vs
Zol'zalan'kar and Ver'goran'zipal

Dressed in her typical red gown but with a white shawl pulled up and over her head, Lahboura took a seat with the commoners to watch the next battle. All those around, although they could see she was a woman of some beauty, had no idea it was her that ran the arena.

Despite her power, the vampire was troubled. In this next battle were to fight a pair of daemons, Zol'zalan'kar and Ver'goran'zipal. Daemons had fought in the arena before, but these ones were something different. Not only were they very powerful, but this pair of khorne daemons had grown so bored that they had come here for some sport. This is all well and good in that they would put on a good show, but Lahboura had suffered unimaginable pain at the hands of a powerful daemon, and the last thing she wanted was more of them around her.

Her attention was drawn away when the presence of the evil beings became aware to her. She looked over and saw the two of them make their way to the arena.

In truth they looked like your average heralds of khorne: red man-sized beasts with black horns and sword riding in on daemonic juggernauts, but to someone with a keen mind their power level could be felt like a punch to the head.

Their opponents, a pair of dwarfs, were already waiting for them, and Lahboura felt pity for them. The first one, a proud dwarf lord, was standing in the ring covered in this gromil armor and an axe in his hand.

“Too slow and weak to stand a chance” Lahboura thought to herself.

The horns blew and Ver'goran'zipal stormed into the ring to fight the dwarf lord. Normally this would result in a dead dwarf but, in an act that amazed Lahboura, the dwarf lord moved like an elve and lunged at the daemon with his axe raised. The slow of speed was remarkable, but unfortunately for the dwarf the juggernaut swatted the dwarf out of the air and he crashed back down to the ground.

Before he could get his wits about him, Ver'goran'zipal was upon him, and with deadly precision he stabbed the dwarf over and over until it had pierced the gromil armor (and organs inside) enough times to end his life.

Blood pooled on the arena floor while the next dwarf, Bjorn was his name, walked in to take his turn.

Bjorn had taken the slayer pact, and as such wore no armor. He did however have a powerful axe that was gifted to him to exact his revenge, and now he had some extra revenge to go after.

Dwarf and daemon rushed together and struck at each other at the same time. The magical axe of the dwarf failed to penetrate the armor of the daemon, but the black sword had no trouble pushing itself into the dwarfs chest and through his heart.

Ver'goran'zipal then went a step further and began tearing the dwarf’s skin off with his claws, taking the larger chunks and devouring them in front of a cheering crowd. With eat bite Lahboura could sense the daemon getting stronger still.

Worse yet, the other daemon, Zol'zalan'kar, now made his way into the ring and plucked up the magical axe.

This wasn’t good…

Leaving the stands to go to her personal quarters, Lahboura poured herself a glass of wine and started conceiving a plan, a plan to bring about the downfall of these daemons before it was too late...

Zol'zalan'kar and Ver'goran'zipal move on.

Ulli and Bjorn are eliminated.

Ulli does no damage
Ver'goran'zipal (3 attacks) does a wound, and mount does nothing
LD passed

Ulli does no damage
Ver'goran'zipal (7 attacks) kills Ulli

Both attack at the same time
Bjorn fails to wound
Ver'goran'zipal (5 attacks) killing blows Bjorn

Battle table gives Ver'goran'zipal unlocked potential
Battle table gives Zol'zalan'kar loot (axe with +1 str/spd and D6 wounds)

**Malorian** · 20-07-2012, 12:50

Day 8:

Da Big 'Unz
vs
Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad

"Mojo seed."

"Mojo gem."

"Mojo seed!"

"Mojo gem!"

"MOJO SEED!"

"MOJO GEM!"

In a rage the two gnoblars pulled on their reins and sent their slave giants at each other while they guided them from upon their shoulders.

This was the scene at the arena. The last fight of the first round and one side was already trying to rip themselves apart over an arguement about while magical trinket was better. This was the reason the gnoblars had entered the tournament in the first place, to decide which item was better, and now they would have their chance.

There opponents were here for a different reason. In fact their real opponents had already been killed the night before and stashed in a ogre's tent, killed in secret by the owner of the arena so that two minions of her own could be brought in to fight in their place.

The daemons Zol'zalan'kar and Ver'goran'zipal had worried Lahboura so much that she had called in an old favour and brought in Arthas Menethil, Crown Prince of Lordaeron. Vampire and man had crossed ways years ago, and Lahboura had helped the yound paladin find the Frostmourne sword, and now the vampire wished the deathknight to eliminate the daemons.

Arthas Menethil would not be fighting in the match himself, he was too well known, however he had brought his trust servants Titus Rivendare (an elven wriath) and Kel'Thuzad (undead necromancer) to do the job for him. And so, with purple robes flowing beneath him as he levetated into the ring, Kel'Thuzad would be the first to make his master proud.

The gnoblars didn't even notice when the horns blew, sounding the start of the match, they were too busy making their slave giants punch each other. Not caring to wait, the necromancer weaved his magic, dark power swelling in his skull like face, and then sending a wave at it at the first gnoblar who instantly whithered into what could only be called a gnoblar-raison.

"HA! Mojo gems wins!!!" the gnoblar screamed, paying no attention to how his partner died as he started to fist pump.

Kel'Thuzad simply cast the same spell again, and this time it was the other gnoblar's turn to crumple, and just like that the match was over.

Some in the crowd boo'd, for they had hoped for a more exciting fight (something they expected when two giants were involved) but many stayed silent in front of the undead fighters not wanting to bring their wraith down upon themselves (they could mock them later from the safety of their tent).

All in all Lahboura was please. The fighters Arthas Menethil provided were strong and would be a tough match for the daemons, and if nothing else if one of the daemons fell she could handle the others. She was deep in thought on this when a hand touched her shoulder.

"Sorry to disturb you m'lady, but what shall I do with the giants?"

The vampire turned to see one of the new stage hands (too new to know NEVER to touch her) and with a half smile replied, "Chain them again and keep them in the dungeon. I have an idea for them..."

That night, long after the giants had been dealt with and the sun had moved past the mountains surrounding the arena, Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad paid a visit to the new stage hand. His screams helped Lahboura drift softly to sleep...

Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad (+1 A/PD) move on.

Da Big 'Unz are eliminated.

Kel'Thuzad casts curse of laniph, not dispelled, it kills Nubk

Kel'Thuzad casts curse of laniph, not dispelled, it kills Kubn

Battle table gives Titus nothing

Battle table gives Kel'Thuzad unlocked potential

**Malorian** · 20-07-2012, 12:58

**Malorian** · 28-07-2012, 04:13

Day 9:

The Templar Master and The Paewan (minor injury)
vs
Raganze 66 (dark pegasus) and Ratikuss

As the second round of the arena of death began, and now that the weaker fighters had been weeded out, the stakes were higher and the outcome more uncertain around the gambling tent. Travellers of all races bet coin on who they thought would win, but to be honest many hadn't a clue who would win this first fight. This was because this first fight showcased the mighty and flashy Templar Master (and his sidekick) against a pair of deadly assassins. In fact the sidekick (Paewan) was waiting in the ring, all alone...

"Oh where is he?..." The shabby peasant mumbled to himself nervously. The fight was about to start, those assassins were certainly hiding somewhere, and his master was no where to be seen. On top of that, the wound in his stomach, which his master had so kindly given him, was hurting like hell. The Paewan had seen better days...

A horn was blow, marking the start of the match, and unseen to the peasant Raganze 66 was speeding towards him from above on his dark pegasus. The dark elve assassin got within 2 feet of Paowan's back when a golden chariot slammed into the side of the pegasus and tampled over it, leaving the broken form of blood, robe, and fur on the arena floor.

"Master Templar? Is that you?"

Spinning in such a way to look as dramatic as possible the Master Templar replied, "Indeed, it is I, here to save your pitiful life once more."

"When the hell did we get a golden chariot?"

"It casts magic too!"

"Uh... ok... when did we get a magic casting golden chariot?"

"Oh I've had it the whole time. You have one too don't you know."

"WHAT?!? Why didn't we use it in our first fight?"

"Malorian forgot."

"Malorian? Who in the world is Malorian?"

"Oh you know... some dude... but if you are done wasting air, maybe we could return our attention to the assassin sneaking up behind you."

Paewon turned around to see the speeding form of a rat racing towards him, too fast for him to possibly defend himself, when the Master Templar tossed a bag into the face of the assassin, exploding into a cloud of glass that bit into the rat's eyes and stunning him, and by the time the assassin recovered the golden chariot had been wheeled around and had trampled over him just as it had his partner.

The crowd cheered, but an angry official stomped his way towards the winning pair.

"Look here," said the swordmaster "that there was not allowed by tournament rules. I demand to know who did this so that he may pay the 10,000 gold fine!"

Paowon started to point at his master, but the Templar Master swung his black sword into his jaw, breaking it, and said for himself, "Well, um, it was that man there in the stands. That one with the shaved head who is yelling for some reason. Yes, Danny is his name, he's the assassin that threw the bag of glass dust."

With no one offering a counter story the swordmaster took his word and went over to arrest the man the Master Templar had pointed out (who by chance was actually called Danny!).

Later that night Paowan would pee in the Master Templar's tea to get revenege, but the main thing was that they were moving on!

The Templar Master (bale sword and +1 A/PD) and The Paewan (2 minor injuries)

Raganze 66 (dark pegasus) and Ratikuss are eliminated.

The Templar Master has 4 negative rerolls
Raganze drinks the potion of foolhardiness
Templar Master can't shoot or cast since Raganze is hidden
Impacts kill Raganze66

Templar Master can't shoot or cast since Ratikuss is hidden
Ratikuss gets glass dust in his eyes and danny-d-b is caught
Impact hits kill Ratikuss

Battle table gives Templar Master unlocked potential
Battle table gives Paewan another minor injury

**Malorian** · 03-08-2012, 15:02

Day 10

Einar (MR3, necrotic phylactry) and Kvist (favor of the gods)
vs
Guttsorn

Today’s match up was going to be a good one for those who loved gore and battle. On one side you had Guttsorn, a massive ogre that would go into rages and smash everything he could get his hands on, and on the other side you had a pair of Khorne warriors lead by the legendary Einar. No matter what happened there would be blood…

As it so happened, Einar had sent in Kvist first. Kvist had seen his share of battles but was nowhere near the number Einar had. This is why the warrior had searched him out to train and learn his techniques, and now he was finally able to use them.

Guttsorn for his part looked more angry than normal, which may have had to do with something a ninja had slipped into his gruel that morning…

The horns sounded the start of the match and Kvist planned to charge in and start hacking away, but to his surprise the Ogre bolted towards him and leaped at him before he even had time to kick his horse into action.

With amazing might the ogre grabbed the horse by the two front legs, hoisted it up, and slammed it (and Kvist behind him).

The impact had broken the horses neck and several of Kvist ribs, and as the warrior crawled out from under his horse he found too that his shield army was fractured.

Again the ogre came at him, this time swinging a large blade that had been strapped to his back, but Kvist noticed the beast was losing momentum, weakening, and he decided to play the attrition game: tire the beast out and then go for the easy kill.

Time after time Guttsorn cam at him, but Kvist would just side step away, striking out with his axe to cause a small wound on the ogre’s side. Nothing serious, just enough to keep him coming.

It had finally came to the time that Kvist felt the ogre was weak enough, and he raised his axe and swung at Guttorn’s neck. A backhand however sent the arm to the side, and then with a thrust the ogre’s large blade entered Kvist’s chest.

As darkness took him, Kvist’s only wish was that he had shown Einar the ogre’s weakness so that he would fall too…

Guttsorn merely kicked the lifeless body off of his blade and looked on as Einar rode into the ring. The crowd broke into cheer at the sight of the legend. If someone was going to bring this beast down it would be the great Einar!

Now knowing the ogre’s speed Einar charged in early, but even then Guttsorn hit the half mark between then first.

At the moment when ogre met horse, slamming it back, Einar skillfully leapt from his horse and shield bashed the ogre in the face before landing behind him. This was a tactic he had used in the past to daze an opponent and then spin around to finish them, however in this case the blow had seemed to have done nothing and the unusually speedy ogre had spun around first and landed a crushing blow into the jaw of Einar, sending him soaring back a good 5 feet before landing with a thud.

Spitting out a broken tooth and tossing his damaged helmet aside, Einar, champion of Khorne, stood up to face the monster. His red plate armor strong and covered in trophies, his deadly axe that had killed hundreds ready in his had, and his black cape flowing majestically behind him… he was ready for anything…

“BELLY FLOP!!!”

To Einar’s amazement the ogre tossed away his blade, ran at him, jumped, and with arms and legs splayed out, the massive Guttsorn pulled off his best belly flop! Although in this case instead of landing on water the 800 pound ogre landed on Einar…

It handed been a glorious way to die, but at least he would be remembered: the first fighter to be killed by a belly flop!

Guttsorn decided to remember Einar in his own way. After he had stood back up and scraped off the smeared khorne warrior from his belly, he leaned down and picked up Einar’s axe. Certainly it would serve him better than the crude blade he had been using before. And with that he walked out of the ring to the cheers of the crowd, wondering to himself what he would do against golden chariots…

Guttsorn (axe of khorne) moves on.

Einar and Kvist are eliminated.

Underground gives Guttsorn ASF
Guttsorn cast savage beast of horros, it is not dispelled
Impact hit is saved
Guttsorn does 1 wound (three 1s to wound)
Kvist does nothing back, horse misses
Kvist passes leadership

Guttsorn fails LD to cast
Guttsorn does no damage (made both rerolled ward saves)
Kvist failed to wound, horse misses

Guttsorn fails LD to cast
Guttsorn kills Kvist

Guttsorn cast savage beast of horros, it is not dispelled
Impact hit fails to wound
Guttsorn does a wound to Einar
Einar does nothing back, horse misses
Einar fails leadership but free attack is warded

Guttsorn fails LD to cast
Guttsorn kills Einar

Battle table gives Guttsorn loot (axe of khorne!)

**Malorian** · 03-08-2012, 15:04

Day 11

Beauty (1W/A) and the Beast (+1A)
vs
Seth (+1 attack/PD/Ld, MR3) and The Wanderer

“Finally!” Beast said to no one in particular. “Finally I get to get my hands on that blast sorcerer Seth Daemonchild. HE’S GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT HE DID TO ME!!!”

They were alone in their tent, Beast and Belle, with a good half an hour until their next fight. As usual, Beast had spent his time brooding and in a rage while Belle, still weak from the wounds from their first battle, did her best to calm him and clean up when he broke something.

“Listen” she started in smoothly, “why don’t I head over to the market and pick up something to eat. We want to be at our best for today’s match and you’re barely eaten anything all day.”

Momentarily coming out of his enraged stupor, Beast waved her off in a dismissive gesture and then turned back preparing his armor and weapons while he talked to herself.

With a sigh Belle grabbed some gold from the chest, put a shawl around her hair, a cloak over her yellow dress, and headed out of the tent and towards the market.

To be fair the arena was much like a micro version of a larger city. Sure it was small but there were shops for everything and people everywhere. Since Belle didn’t like getting so close to all the riff raff she headed down a side street to bypass the main path on her way to the butcher’s stall at the market.

Once a ways down she was surprised at how quiet the side street was. Where there had been a hundred on the main path, here in the alley there was only the odd passed out drunkard.

A sound made Belle stop. It sounded half like giggling and half like teeth grinding, and it was coming from behind her…

Scared, Belle started to run but she was soon grabbed and thrown to the wall. Crying from the pain she wanted to cry out but the figure brought a knife to her throat and the terror took hold of her.

“p-pretty l-lady… mmmmm….”

Now with the mysterious person in front of her she could see it was Seth’s partner, The Wanderer. Wearing rusted armor from being in the woods too long, his hair and beard were long and dirty, but worst of all were the eyes… those wild eyes that looked more animal than human.

Locked in fear, there was nothing she could do as his free hands fumbled in her coat and pulled out her coin purse.

Was this it? Was this just a robbery?

But the realization came back when after he tucked the purse away in his belt his hand returned and started to rip away her clothes. Biting her lip and shutting her eyes, tears flowed down her checks as she prepared for what was about to happen…

“RRRRRAAAAAHHH!!! BELLE!!!”

Her eyes opened again just in time to see Beast crashing into The Wanderer, and his sword coming down to sever the arm holding the knife to her throat.

Pummeling The Wanderer, Beast finally through the crazed warrior though a shop window.

“I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!”

Belle had never seen Beast so mad, and for once she was happy for it. She looked on as Beast stomped his way to the window, prepare to crawl in to finish the job, and then suddenly leap away.

The area of the window exploded into chunks of brick and mortar, and when the dust settled there stood Seth Daemonchild.

“I must say the actions of my accomplice were not of my doing, although now that we are all here we might as well take care of business…”

This sounded just fine to Beast, and he hefted up his long sword and moved towards the blue armored wizard, but before he got there Seth put forward his arm and a beam of black light wrapped it’s way around Beast and lifted him up into the air.

“Of course there is the small matter of you cheating, you know, attacking my partner and cutting off his arm before I was here and all that, but I suppose I can even the odds…”

The beam of black light then split up to wind around the Beast’s arms, legs, and neck. A twisted smile crept into Seth’s lips and then, when he splayed out his fingers, the beams of light tore the limbs and head from Beast’s body. The light then disappeared and all the bloody pieces fell into a heap on the alley floor.

Then he turned to Belle.

Belle’s mouth was open, screaming in despair. Her tattered clothes hung from her, she had no weapons, no armor, and her protector was slaughtered.

“Don’t worry my dear,” Seth said smoothly as he started walking towards her “I don’t have the same appetites as my friend… no no, my appetites are MUCH darker…”

Before she could react, both of Seth’s arms came up and from them a dark mist shot out and enveloped her. Her skin started to tingle at first, but then as she looked down at her arms she saw that her skin was dissolving! Crying out in pain, soon the skin was nothing more than a puddle on the floor, and next came her muscles, her bones, and finally her organs.

Seth took special care to make sure to keep her alive until the very end…

Seth (+1 attack/PD/Ld, MR3, 3++) and The Wanderer (-1 A) move on.
Beauty and the Beast are eliminated.

Underground gives Beast ASF
Seth casts spirit leech, it is not dispelled, kills Beast

Seth casts spirit leech, it is not dispelled, does a wound and kills injured Belle
(It should be known that the first time I rolled this I forgot she was down to 1 wound and she ended up killing Seth!)

Battle table gives Seth loot (rune of spite!)
Battle table gives The Wanderer a minor injury

**Malorian** · 10-08-2012, 12:24

Day 12:

Zol'zalan'kar (axe with +1 str/spd and D6 wounds) and Ver'goran'zipal (+1 A)
vs
Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad (+1 A/PD)

To say Lahboura was nervous would be an understatement. The vampiress nervously sipped at a glass of wine she had been cradling all night while her two hired goons, Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad waited in front of her.

The undead pair were sure of their abilities, Kel'Thuzad alone had won their first match in mere moments, but they knew there was no point to infuriate the Lahmian. In fact if nothing else her bothered state was amusing. Their opponents were only daemons, over the years they had dispatched dozens of daemons, and yet these two had Lahboura so worried that she was directly affecting the tournament.

In the end what did Titus Rivendare and Kel'Thuzad care. Soon their job would be done and they would be back under the service of their master, soon to be on to their next quest.

When noon finally came the pair got up and left. Lahboura would stay and watch from the balcony.

In the ring the daemons Zol'zalan'kar and Ver'goran'zipal were already waiting. These heralds of khorne has come to the arena for a challenge and so far they hadn’t really seen anything that impressed them, just a couple of dwarves that they slaughtered as easily as cattle. When the Lich Kel'Thuzad came floating towards them it peaked their interest.

Swelling with magical energy, the lich’s robes floated around him, and Kel'Thuzad looked forward to using his dark power to send the daemons back to the warp. So when the horns blew, green energy built up in his empty eye sockets and then shot out at Ver'goran'zipal!

It had no effect…

As if there was a magical barrier around the herald of khorne, even when the lich tried again it was simply absorbed into the field!

The daemon, on the hulking juggernaut, charged forward with black sword raised, and there was almost nothing Kel'Thuzad could do. Except for one thing…

The lich’s skeletal mouth opened and from it came a deafening shriek. It slammed into the daemon and tore at its very being.

For a second the daemon wavered, and Kel'Thuzad wondered if he would fade away, but the daemon hold on, finished the charge, and with no mercy the lich was torn and smashed to bits.

It was overkill in the extreme sense. Kel'Thuzad’s body was hacked at repeatedly, the juggernaut stomped, clawed, and bit, and in the end there was nothing left of the powerful sorcerer than a pile of bones and purple cloth.

Unfortunately for the daemon it had been so focused on the carnage that it failed to see the death knight charging in from his side. Titus Rivendare, riding his skeletal steed and leveling his lance, sent it straight into Ver'goran'zipal’s chest right up to the hilt, and he hadn’t even drawn his sword by the time the daemon had faded away.

By this point the crowd was cheering loudly. Many of the battles this year had been fairly one sides, and so far this one looked like it would come down to the wire.

The other daemon, Zol'zalan'kar, a herald of khorne much like the first riding a juggernaut and in thick black armor, raised the axe he had taken from his last dwarf opponent and pointed it at Titus.

“Ttitusss, yyou ccoward! I ssshall ddrink yyour bblood ffrom yyour sssevered hheart!”

Both combatants kicked their steeds into action and they met in the center of the ring.

To be fair, both fighters were roughly just as skilled and quick with the blade, but at the last second Titus shot forth a flurry of energy bolts that, although they were absorbed in the mysterious field, through the daemon off guard and allowed the death knight to strike first.

Titus’s blow hit the daemon straight in the chest, but in a loud clank the blade bounced harmlessly away. By this time Zol'zalan'kar had regained his focus and swung his axe. Unlike the knight’s blade, the highly crafted axe carved straight into the thick armor of Titus and crushed his very heart.

Blood poured out of his victim’s mouth but Zol'zalan'kar wasn’t done yet. He backhanded Titus from his steed, leapt down on top of him, tore off his chest plate, and then with his claws the daemon dug its way to the crushed heart in order to rip it out and feast on it.

Then, after strapping the armor to the juggernaut, Zol'zalan'kar rode out of the ring, ready for the semi-finals.

Standing in her balcony, Lahboura became aware of the presence behind her.

“I’m glad you decided to join me…”

Walking out to join her, Seth Daemonchild grabbed himself a pre-poured glass of wine, sniffed it, and then looked out at the arena from the balcony before tossing the glass over and down to the streets below.

“I’m not one to be bothered with vampire. State your business with me.”

“You know why I called you here, I want to know if you have what it takes to defeat that daemon.”

Seth looked at the ring itself where elven workers were busy clearing away the bodies Zol'zalan'kar had left behind.

“It will be a challenge but nothing I can’t handle.”

Lahboura had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. “That’s what they told me, and now they will be filling a ditch!”

“What does it matter to you? Either I will kill the daemon or it will kill me. Your purse gets rich from this tournament either way.”

“You don’t understand, this isn’t the first tournament those daemons had gone two. This is their third, and the two they previously went to, and won, were immediately destroyed and everyone slaughtered. So now see what is at risk. If Zol'zalan'kar wins the tournament the Arena of Death will be razed to the ground!”

Seth’s expression didn’t change. “I don’t see why that changes things for me one bit.”

“Look, all I’m saying is I have a vested interest in you killing Zol'zalan'kar in two days, so if something happens that may give you an advantage all I’m asking is that you do what it takes to finish the job, or if nothing else cripple him enough to ruin him for the finals.”

Without replying Seth Daemonchild turned around and walked back inside to make his way back down the stairs, but before he started down he did say, “ You’re a fool vampire. All this worry about a daemon. Purhaps you should instead worry about the power of a certain sorcerer and what he WILL do WHEN he wins…”

Zol'zalan'kar (axe with +1 str/spd and D6 wounds, night shroud) moves on

Titus Rivendare, Kel'Thuzad, and Ver'goran'zipal are eliminated

Kel'Thuzad casts caress of laniph, it’s dispelled
Kel'Thuzad casts spirit leech, it does nothing
Kel'Thuzad uses death shriek, it does 1 wound
Kel'Thuzad uses potion of speed and attacks, but wound is warded
Ver'goran'zipal kills Kel'Thuzad (almost 3 times over)

Titus fails to cast gaze of nagash (triple 1s!)
Titus uses potion of strength
Titus kills Ver'goran'zipal

Titus casts gaze of nagash, not dispelled, no wounds done
Titus attacks but all are saved by armor
Zol'zalan'kar killing blows Titus

Ver'goran'zipal stays down

Battle table gives Zol'zalan'kar loot (night shroud)

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