The Champion's Gambit (DRank)

**Saren** · Today at 6:07 pm

Guild :

Guardia Compagnia

Rank :

D

Race :

Nerach Vampire

Class :

Spellhowler

Magic :

Bane Magic

Strength :

2

Speed :

5

Constitution :

11

Endurance :

1

Intelligence :

11

Mana :

500

The Great Baska Rock loomed ahead, its jagged silhouette bathed in the glow of the day's setting sun. The air buzzed with anticipation as spectators filled the makeshift arena. Their voices blending into a clamor of excitement and speculation. The tournament was underway. A proving ground for strength and ambition and Saren was a name yet to be whispered here. A shrouded figure of intrigue.

The announcer’s voice cut through the noise. “Our next contender is a stranger to the sands, an enigma cloaked in shadows and mystery! Will he falter or will he rise? Ladies and gentlemen, welcome, Saren Vaelarys!”

Saren stepped forward, his platinum hair catching the waning light as his sapphire and lilac eyes scanning the crowd with detached curiosity. The howler’s presence drew a ripple of anxiety among the onlookers. His refined demeanor was a stark contrast to the ragged competitors who had fought before him.

[ WC - 150/500 ]

**Saren** · Today at 6:24 pm

Guild :

Guardia Compagnia

Rank :

D

Race :

Nerach Vampire

Class :

Spellhowler

Magic :

Bane Magic

Strength :

2

Speed :

5

Constitution :

11

Endurance :

1

Intelligence :

11

Mana :

500

His first opponent, a broad shouldered Ex-Rune Knight, sneered as he entered the ring. The man’s confidence radiated as he hefted a massive battleaxe, swinging it once for show. “You don’t belong here pretty boy." tley growled.

Saren merely raised his head, his expression unflinching. “Shall we begin?”

The match was over in moments. The brute of a knight charged headlong, their thunderous footsteps thudding like drumbeats. Saren sidestepped with a uncanny grace. Tendrils of magic striking at his opponent’s mind in a flash of dark energy. Fear and despair took hold of the man’s psyche and he faltered. A well placed strike from Saren's leather bound fist sending his opponent sprawling into the dirt. The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as the knight struggled to his feet, only to yield.

Two more challengers followed in succession. Each more desperate than the last. His methods were precise and calculated: strikes infused with magical torment designed to push his opponents to the edge of surrender. His style was as efficient as it was merciless, leaving the crowd in awe of his skill and ruthlessness.

[ WC - 334/500 ]

**Saren** · Today at 6:25 pm

Guild :

Guardia Compagnia

Rank :

D

Race :

Nerach Vampire

Class :

Spellhowler

Magic :

Bane Magic

Strength :

2

Speed :

5

Constitution :

11

Endurance :

1

Intelligence :

11

Mana :

500

Before the final bout, Saren exchanged a subtle glance with a man in the audience. His employer for this venture, a wealthy merchant with a vested interest in the tournament’s outcome. The deal between them requiring a mutually beneficial task. Saren would fight as though aiming for victory but would deliberately lose the championship round. In return, the merchant would reap the betting profits and in return grant Saren access to valuable resources alongside influential contacts.

The championship match unfolded as planned. Saren pushed his opponent to the brink. Landing near lethal blows that brought gasps from the spectators. Yet in a critical moment, Saren appeared to stumble on his actions. Allowing his opponent to land a decisive strike. He collapsed to his knees, his breathing labored for show. Had to make it believable after all.

The crowd erupted with a champion declared, but the seeds of true victory were sown. As night fell and the events came to a close. Saren made himself scarce, his reward in hand and a new connection secured. This was but a step in his unrelenting ascent.

[ WC - 517/500 - Quest Complete ]

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