[Volo]

The competition started out well. All three had loads of experience from dealing with Werewolves. One was a renowned Hunter and the other two famous Rangers. At first the three circled each other carefully without raising their arms.

The true elf-wannabe Legate reached for a single silver arrow in his quiver. "I could use Manyshot or Rapid Shot," he thought, "but it gives an attack penalty and moreover, one of them may be a good Gifted. One arrow would have to suffice."

Menel noted this and slowly grasped for his slingshot made out of flexible moose skin. Even now Menel took pride in killing this very moose with his bare hands, by holding the moose’s mouth shut for so long that it died of starvation. He glanced at Legate but decided that Nogrod and McCaber were more dangerous and started searching them with his gaze.

That gave a moment for Valier, the oddly manly woman from the North to lift her own bow . ”This is going to be interesting,” she thought, but mysteriously said, ” I will be around for the majority of the day. I don't work tomorrow, so let us set the standard for the days to come.” As the other two looked at her with mistrust she added, ”It is just us three in this battle, don’t concern yourself with anybody else now.”

Since Menel had lost his balance in the very beginning and his position looked fatal, the pressure slowly closed on him. He took out his sword and tried a thrust at Legate, who quickly made a dodge check, succeeded and retreated a bit. Legate would have tried his Rapid Shot if suddenly Gil-Galad hadn’t jumped in front of him. ”Back off!” shouted Valier in alarm, ”don’t get into the way. I’m trying to find the trace of a Wolf here! Moosehunter, by the way, why do you hunt mooses in the first place, isn’t it what the wolves do?”

Menel put his sword away and began telling his tale. ”I don’t remember much about my childhood but I do know that my parents were killed by a monster moose. I was but a baby then and he tried to kill me as well. But by strage chance I didn’t die. It was hard, living alone in the forest and hiding from the evil moose cult. I grew older and through the school that the forest had to offer found out more about surviving. It was on my 11th birthday, when the Star of the Moose shone bright, that my arch-nemesis, the Weremoose of Sorontil, finally found me again. It was at that moment that I knew that my parents hadn’t died by drinking tainted water and that it wasn’t just a birthmark on my brow, but an evil scar.

”He tried killing me again and I couldn’t have done anything to avoid it. I think I fainted from the pain my scar caused. When I awoke, I saw the Star of the Moose flying at me. I was so beautiful that I felt as if I had become a tree that had roots deep in the ground. It stopped there, thirty feet from me, in the middle of the glade and just shone bright. I had never seen a star like it! The Moose Star was cresent shaped. It looked at, no, through me. I know it sounds odd, but I knew that it was exactly that what happened. Then it started talking!

”It said, ’You are the boy who lived’, and then, ’you are also a Hunter’. I managed to crawl closer to it and saw that the Star held a helmet of wonder. It shone as the britest sun. The Star said, ’This is the Helm of War made from Sorontil’s Moose’s twinbrother’s, Tilnosor’s, antlers. With this you shall defeat the Weremoose! Good luck and thanks for all the fish!’ The star flew away and left me holding the Helm in my hands”.

Menel took off his helm and under it was a great red scar in the shape of antlers. He looked old, but also great and majestic. ”This is the Helm, and this is the Scar. I finally killed the evil Moose of Sorontil when I was 17. Heck, I wasn’t even a real Hunter back then… From that moment I pledged myself to the Star to be its champion in ridding the world of those vile creatures, mooses. For the Star also spoke to me so, ’One day you will be a star yourself, for the free Men of Middle-earth. You shall be called by the greatest of Kings to enter a contest of strength in the middle of the Sea. Do so, for you shall acquire something that will help you rid the world of Evil for ever’. So it spoke and now I know what it meant! And because of that-”

He revealed his sword and jumped at the male Ranger. *dice roll: Dodge check: miss* The thrust hit Legate’s side and he stumbled. *dice roll: Diplomacy check: miss* ”I wish you no harm. Exept that I must kill one of you to obtain immortality, but I don’t mean it badly. Hey, come on, be fair! Valier vote Menel so I have better chances of winning!”

”I also think that a wolf Menel is less of a worry later on then a wolf Legate. Nice one though Wolf Legate” cried Valier, quickly tracked down her sword and thrust it deep into Legate’s gut. ”Done!”

Legate fell to the ground shaking violently. He caughed blood and cursed in Noldorin. Menel and Valier stepped closer to him and put the tips of their swords at Legate’s throat, they were both smiling broadly. Suddenly, the eyes of the dying Ranger turned red and began shining. Baffled, the Hunter and the Ranger backed off. Legate stood up with great care. He whiped his mouth with his sleeve and stared at the two with his horrid shining eyes.

A booming voice filled the temple. It was Legate’s, but much deeper and he didn’t have his mouth open. ”I am no Wolf! Neither am I a Man! I am an Elf! An immortal superior being! You may not- you can not kill me! Nobody can kill me for I a have absolute power!” *dice roll: Regain health check: [the die rolled around for a few very intense seconds and then… It stopped on 21!] Valar-like!* Legate’s wounds closed themselves and he grew taller. ”Muahahaha! See what I mean!” *dice roll: teleport: Valar-like!*

And with a blinding flash of red light he was gone.

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The next day was quite the same, although the audience had doubled and Ugh-Friedrich held such a touching speech that nobody could remember what he actually said. It did contain the names of McCaber, Naria and Roa Aoife.

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Around:
Brinniel
THE Ka
Shastanis Althereduin
satansaloser2005
Aganzir
McCaber
Nogrod
The Might
Thinlómien
Valier
Groin Redbeard
Meneltarmacil
Kath
Gil-Galad
Roa_Aoife
Naria
Azaelia of Willowbottom
Isabellkya
Rikae
A Little Green
Ugh-Friedrich (host)

Gone:
Legate of Amon Lanc - lynched on Day0.1 - teleported away

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Day0.1 ended, Day0.2 began.

McCaber, Naria and Roa may post and vote (for eachother). Others sit in silence.