"The important thing is NOT winning," Goligan said emphatically. "It is HOW you win or HOW you lose."
Najaran chose to follow the thread Della was following rather than letting Goligan get into lecture mode.
"His name is Zeneth, the Dragon-eyed. He used a powerful card called Tempest against the people still fighting, just to prove he was the best," she was still angry at him for that. "Lots of people got hurt. I got back as soon as I could, cause I could see the attack even from where I was. And I thought maybe he was one of the Black Cepters. But it turns out he's not. I was about to fight him to get him to stop attacking innocent people when..."
She shuddered.
"The person who showed up looked like an ice cream cone was melting all over his robes. His hat was this weird cone and his face was all round and droopy and he had these marks on his face like cherries sliding down melted whipped cream. He told Zeneth that if he wanted to prove he was the best he should join the tournament. He was supposed to be the Lord of Soron, but he didn't care that Zeneth had hurt all those people. He seemed excited about it, actually. So Zenith agreed to come back the next day, planning to kill whoever was left..." she shuddered.
Re: in that case... OOC for gross/body/horror/etc!
Najaran chose to follow the thread Della was following rather than letting Goligan get into lecture mode.
"His name is Zeneth, the Dragon-eyed. He used a powerful card called Tempest against the people still fighting, just to prove he was the best," she was still angry at him for that. "Lots of people got hurt. I got back as soon as I could, cause I could see the attack even from where I was. And I thought maybe he was one of the Black Cepters. But it turns out he's not. I was about to fight him to get him to stop attacking innocent people when..."
She shuddered.
"The person who showed up looked like an ice cream cone was melting all over his robes. His hat was this weird cone and his face was all round and droopy and he had these marks on his face like cherries sliding down melted whipped cream. He told Zeneth that if he wanted to prove he was the best he should join the tournament. He was supposed to be the Lord of Soron, but he didn't care that Zeneth had hurt all those people. He seemed excited about it, actually. So Zenith agreed to come back the next day, planning to kill whoever was left..." she shuddered.