Legion (Episode 2)

Keltos tilts his head but otherwise remains motionless, trying to identify the effect. Arcana

Keltos walks to i6 directly in front of the ward but does not do anything. Staring silently awaiting a reaction.

"This is not a sstaring competition, Ssseeker." Natrix says, as seven luminous green motes form above her hand atop the staff and streak through the shimmering barrier. Each slams into Keltos with force.

"Very well, we do this on your terms"

Keltos invokes Silence centered on himself and uses use his superior movement to keep pace with his opponent keeping her within his bubble of influence.

Unmoving from her perch, Natrix slings seven more luminous green motes that slam into Keltos with force.

'Well this is getting painful', thinks Keltos,

Opting for a more direct approach and hoping that the shield wont keep him out he moves through and opens up with a flurry of attacks to the vitals and attempts to stun his opponent.

Seven more missiles streak out and pummel Keltos.

The match is called and the two combatants return to the Inner Council chamber.

"Simple, yet effective technique this time, Lady Xenodon." The lavender-tressed Oracle comments. "Though, it would be good to see in future endeavors more movement and attention to protection from physical attacks."

Her eyes divert to Keltos. "I am at a loss to the battle tactic you were employing, Seeker. Why such prolonged hesitation?"

Radu grins at the cyborg's words. "I quite like Maelstrom," he says.

"Because fighting on command would make me a pimp slaved whore, and fighting for prizes makes me a cheap entertainer. I am neither." Says Keltos without judgement.

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"So, by virtue of your feelings on the matter, you are implying that your seven fellow Champions are, as you say—cheap, pimp-slaved whores for complying with our wishes to assess your overall readiness to meet the challenges ahead? Is this correct, Mister Seeker?" The Oracle replies to the cybermonk in a calm even tone.

"Hey!? I am no one's whore." Kris exclaims, raising a single brow and looking across to the masked monk. "If I felt this wasn't the purpose for my immediate being and that is might give me answers to life-long questions of my own existence, I wouldn't be here."

"That would be "Cheap Entertainer" corrects Keltos. "As far as the other champions I cannot speak to their individual professions only my own. That being said, I was under the impression that the champions as you call us are to work together. Wouldn’t a proper assessment test that and seek to find ways to improve that synergy?"

"What you have done, knowingly or unknowingly is create a dynamic that encourages individual rivalry through reward. Your assessment was flawed at best and manipulative at its worse."

"Flawed?! Your arrogance has you overstepping your place, Keltos the Seeker." Lord Orb interjects and stands from his seat. "Team building begins with the individuals. This assessment and observation gave us, as the council, a first look at the base that our team of Champions is working with. Impatience is not a quality that becomes beneficial to creating a group synergy."

Radu smirks and watches the the scene unfold. After the masked man makes his point, Radu raises a finger in the air. "He's not entirely wrong, though I question the wisdom of saying such to beings that surely could manipulate his head from his shoulders with little effort. Is there a specific reason we are to test our abilities against one-another? Or is the purpose for us to become aware of each other's abilities directly versus only in observation?"

"The purpose is to familiarize each other, as well as, assist us in providing the opportunities to improve and hone those abilities. Lord Hove. If the Champions fail, we ultimately all fail." Master Fane replies to the Dhampir.

Keltos remains silent deciding there would be no benefit further antagonizing big egos with small simple truths.

Radu nods, satisfied with the answer. One thing this masked Champion did not consider, is the possibility they may indeed may become rivals in some fashion. It was not lost upon Radu that any one of these beings could face him in true combat some day. He would like very much to know their capabilities in advance should it come to that.

Chamberlin steps forward, as the floor of the Inner Council chamber returns to its previous formation. The motions for the Champions to rise from their seats and the room comes to a stop in its slow rotation.

The seven of the eight Champions, minus the missing Leh'veia, feel a tinge of warm healing energy pass through them to rejuvenate any lingering injury from the matches that have yet to be tended by the Doctor.

"The Assessment Matches have now concluded." The tall man announces. "The Inner Council thanks you for your indulgence and cooperation and now needs time to consider the displays they have witnessed here." He gestures to the exit doors, which have now re-appeared behind the Champions. The doors open of their own accord. "If you would, please make your departures from the chamber."

"The rest of the evening is yours to do with as you will." He adds, as the Champions begin to disperse.


The doctor follows the Champions and closes casually to Tajuri. "A moment of you time, Lady Shadowmoon? I need to speak with you privately."