Battle of royalty

Basilisk and Ignita headed to the beach, where the ground was a little softer than stone for what they had in mind. He made his way to one of the training rings, marked by rope stacked into the beach. It would be about the right size for the three of them to tussle together. He and his Wife had picked a day when their three children who had been the more sickly and less involved in day to day activities all seemed to be feeling well. A day when, they could hope, they would be at their best.

He could only hope this would install some competition into them. A drive to strive for greater things. The Fatalis brood would need strength to survive this world. He looked over at Ignita, before raising his head and calling for Jamie, Iskandor, and Balrog to arrive.

Once all three puppies had assembled, Basilisk began. Pacing slowly in front of them like a grill sergeant. “The three of you will enter this ring you see behind me. You will put to use the sparring skills I have taught you to face each other in a melee match of one vs one vs one. The winner today will receive a prize an item, crafted by our blacksmith. What that item is, will be up to the winner.”

But he wasn’t done yet. He paused a moment to let that sink in, and then continued on. “Today is about sizing up your opponents, about finding where each of you need to improve, so that in a season you can meet again. The winner of the second bout will receive a boon. From me. The ability to ask one thing of me. No judgement, no questions. You will have until the end of that season to cash in this boon. Any questions?”


"Jamie"||"Iskandor"||"Selene"||"Citadel"||"Selene"||"Balrog"||"Ignita"||"Basilisk"