May his reign last long and his Kingdom prosper.

For 7 weeks I have called upon the many clans of the lands to do battle. There have been some glorious battles. I present the current standings to you for your review.

Malice 21-0 Valor 17-4 Shalonesti 17-4 Wargar 13-8 Eclipse 11-10 Knighthood 11-10 Armada 6-15 Conclave 5-16 Pirates 2-19 Slayers 2-19

2 matches that may interest you Lord, are the Wargar versus Eclipse in which the #4 playoff spot will be up for grabs if Wargar doesn't show well. Also, Malice takes their unbeaten record against the mighty Elves of Shalonesti. And for your humor, m'lord, if you do enjoy that sort of thing, The Slayers will fight the Pirates to see who will be names Algoron's worst fighting clan of this year.

May you bless me and all who do battle in your name.

(ooc: next week, levels 15, 38, and 51)

Naeristal panicked. "If I have not served in the ways that I should, forgive me"

Zandreya bore him a look that quieted the elf.

"You have been a faithful cleric. I am here to ask favor of you."

"Anything my Goddess. Whom shall I save? Whom shall I slay?"

Zandreya said plainly "You can save your people, Naeristal. Already we have seen the God Cliath grant lost magic to the Dwarves for the events that are sure to come. I feel I must do my part as well. Not only for the imminent war against the Abhorrants, but for if survive the war and then have to deal with Dwarves. The Runes are powerful and the Mul are an travesty."

"Of course. All elves agree that no man should make a race with experimentation or magic or whatever the blasted Randorf did" Naeristal agreed. "But what can I do?"

Zandreya stared into Naeristal intensely. "The knowledge I am to grant you is for you to teach the fighting wing of the Shalonesti people. I have given you three sets of magics and they must learn one well before they can choose another. This magic given to you is from my very essence and I can only hope its enough to help in the upcoming struggle. But I also give you a warning, this world and even I may cease to exist in the upcoming battles. Train them well."

A bright light blinded Naeristal and all went quiet.

He awoke not knowing how long he had been unconscious, but he knew many things he was certain he didn't know the day previously.

He stood up and listened. The forest was too silent. No wind, no birds, no sounds of the many animals running through the wood.

He mutters a word and staff came into existence in his hands. Closing his eyes, he knew what was about to happen. The smell of bugbear was close and Naeristal feared not.

Through the wood rushed the bugbear. Naeristal utters and word and his staff glowed and the bugbear stopped completed frozen in his tracks. Naeristal studied the creature. It had skulls from what was likely to be previous victims. Naeristal uttered another word and a 40 foot tree came up from the earth and came to life. The treant swung a mighty branched arm at the mesmerized bugbear and sent it flying through the wood. Naeristal watched as the treant chased down the dazed bugbear. He did not watch the battle, he only listened.

When it became silent, he opened his eyes to see the treant fallen. The bugbear was bruised badly and was barely walking. It wearily turned its attention to Naeristal and snarled.

Naeristal raised his staff once again and a huge blast of sunlight shot out from the staff evaporating all of the bugbear except for its shoes.

Leaning on the staff, Naeristal began his walk to Shalonesti.