Talanis vs Iury, An Artifact.

[Talanis]

Talanis stood before the small square rock, which upon it rested a scorched goblet, it was empty, was this the artifact the old man had tipped him off on? It didnt look like it had the power to open a rift in space and time, and the goblet didnt even look capable of holding water in, there were some curious runes graven onto its rim as well.

He scrutinized the vessel without touching it. The old man had warned him others were seeking this this, then had vanished. It was at best just a scam played by some sick old man, or a lure into a trap. The sun beat down into the circular amphitheater, but it was cool, being high up on a mountain.

Talanis cursed himself for being a fool. The lance corporal, sighed and reached for the goblet, with intentions to take it with him and beat the old man with it if the freak ever showed his face again....

[King Fenii]

Iury had finally arrived at the legendary amphitheater. After hearing many stories, and having only them as clues to find his new artifact, he travelled the lands in search of this ruined structure. This artifact was one of the many he had to find for his master. He was quite amazed by the sight of the building in which it was held. He could only imagine what it looked like back in the days where it was still whole.

He entered the theater and saw how the scorched goblet reflected the light of the sun. It hurt his eyes a little, but was glad to see the artifact in reach. As he slowly walked toward small square rock, he noticed someone else, also reaching for goblet. He then started running: "Hey, hey you...STOP!!!" The long, lonely journey had made Iury a bit asocial and he didn't bother to question the person. He dashed towards him, right hand before him, and his left holding his hatchet, which he rested on his shoulder.

His right hand prepared a gust of wind, which was released quite hasty before he jumped to slash the man vertically...

[Talanis]

What the.....The former soldier rolled backwards, narrowly avoiding the uprasied hatchet, and consequentually, the gust of air, getting to his feet catlike, his sword drawn and at the ready, preparing to leap back if needed, he had run into way too much magic already to know that gust of wind was not a freak of nature.

"Who the heck are you?" would be stated angrily, a bit annoyed he was being attacked on this silly quest anyway, for some beat up tin cup.

He would eye his opponent warily, sword raised for a lighting quick strike out at the head of the hatchet, his sword almost a blur of movement, returned instantly to that solid looking defensive stance, hoping to ward the man back for a moment