Proglin stretches and walks downstairs, the Taverns bar is still filled with the smell of ale and smoke, from the day before. Proglin smiles while he takes a seat at a table and orders some breakfast. He obviously is waiting for some one. Then, A knoc on the door, Proglin jumps up while a Kran walks in, and hands him a copy of the "Plaza Times" The Kran smiles and says 'Too bad you ain't got a tournament to figure out who's the fastest Paperboy Proglin!' He laughs while walking to the next adress on his list. Proglin's fingers tremble, as he's about to find out what the reviews on his tournament were. He grins, cause hois tournament is front-page news. Proglin sits back, takes a gulp of water, and starts reading....
Yet Another tournament has been completed succesfully yesterday! And O wow, what a tournament it was! Proglin's Entertainment took it'time to create the 6th tournament ever, but the results were grand! This time, the tournament used swords and shields. Fighters from all over Yliakum gathered to prove they were the best ever to wield a sword. 32 people wanted to get in the tournament, but there were only 24 available spots. 8 in the minor-class, 8 in the medium-class and another 8 in the master-class.
The minor-class
8 fighters were there, to compete and be the best at their level, and they did great! The crowd was going wild while the fighters tried to make that one last swing that would have taken them to the next round, and a step closer to the finals. After the first round, Swivles, Memienta, Monk and Awai were the only ones left. After a seriously exciting fight, Memienta managed to beat Swivles. Monk beat Awai with hi swift way of fighting. The finals... were so exciting even the crowd fell silent! Monk and Memienta quickly exchanged blows to every available body-part that was close enough to hit. Many swings were blocked, many bashes were parried, but on the end, Monk prooved to be master of the minor-class, and won. This gave him the 1st prize, and a free-pass to the medium-class.
Monk came in 1st, Memienta was 2nd, and Swivles became 3rd.
The medium-class
The medium-class, a class that serves as the last step towards the master-class, was more then exciting! A lot of great names fought and a lot of great names perrished... Monk got a chance to win twice in a row, the well trained infidel slayers Essiri and Flameron were there, and the nr3 in the Tag-Team-Tournament, Kolesa, also was n that class. Monk made it to the second round, along with Kolesa, Lyine and Flameron. After an wonderous semi-finals, Kolesa an Flameron advanced to the finals. The finals was one that would fit nice in the master-class. a true tornado of strikes flew and twirled true the arena, 'till all of a sudde, Flameron drops to his knees... Kolesa takes the trophy! Monk came in 3rd, a great achievement, Flameron was second, and Kolesa took the medium-class trophy.
master-class
The master-class began! to decide who was going home with the title of "Sword Slinger". another 8 fighters did all they could, to take that trophy home. For some, it was more then a fight for glory, for some it was a fight for love. Vaice and Skner, who encountered one another in the first round, fought for lady Drucilla. Skner fought hard, and was close to defeating Vaice, but in the end... Vaice took a swing and Skner's abdom, and Skner had to forfeit due to a serious wound... Vaice won. Skner was later spotted destructing Gladiators in anger, let's hope he's alright. After the first round, Vaice, Dowanger, Xillix and Skreit were the only ones left. Vaice fought Xillix, and after a re-match, lost. Dowanger made short work from Skriet. So the finals left only room for Xillix and Downager. In this fight, true power, and advanced swordmanship was demonstrated. After a long fight, with lots of blood and sweat, Xillix eventually had to yield to Dowangers superior swordmanship. Downager won the tournament, and the title. Xillix came in second, and Vaice and Skreit shared 3rd place. [sorry 'bout that last fight, Proglin saw the sun come up, and figured it was bed-time] Bodacher, the great former master merchant of Hydlaa, was there to award the prizes.
Proglin sighs in relief, and smiles broadly while folding the newspaper and gets ready to bring it to Elesiy. "He he he... I did it again" Proglin walks off, givng himself a pat on the back.
