Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140105225021

Sarjaa leaned forward from atop his throne when he saw two figures enter his palace, watcing as Makoru and Manjur slowly walk over to him from across the room. He smiled and sat back in his seat when he realized it was just another pair of challengers, contesting his reign to the throne. Given that Gilane had been a Crown city before his recent takeover, he had received quite a few challenges from those who were faithful to the Crowns until the bitter end. His bloodred robes seemed to shimmer as he shifted, which made Makoru shudder with restrained fury. Those had been his father's robes, once.

"Another challenger, I see. Let me guess, you're here to reclaim this city for the Crowns? You wouldn't be the first," Sarjaa laughed. "No, but I will be the last," Makoru retorted, voice full of restrained hatred for the pompous Forebear. "Ooh, you're a brave one. I hope you are the last one to bother me. I grow tired of your type. Maybe I'll hang your corpse from the battlements as a warning, eh?" the Forebear mused.

"Enough stalling, Sarjaa. By my right as a descendant of Na-Totambus, I contest you for the throne, Sarjaa of Dragonstar. Draw your weapons and fight, Sarjaa," Makoru commanded, and he knew that if Sarjaa backed down, he could no longer stand before the court as the ruler of the city. Sarjaa shifted uncomfortably, then rose from the throne and stepped down onto the floor in front of Makoru. He put his hand on the hilt of a dwarven longsword and smiled maliciously at Mak, eyes bright with malice.

"Well, you're the challenger. The first blow goes to you," he offered, putting up his palms and waiting. After a moment of silence, Makoru lunged and the fight was on.