Duel:Donatien V Emilia, Match 3 of the 2015 Frostmaw Tournament

Duelists: Donatien vs. Emilia. 
Duel: Traditional 3 posts each, with final defense. 15 minute posting limit. 
Stakes: Autohit post. Advancement in the Titans of Winter Tournament 2015. 
Judges: Hildegarde & Leone

Swampy Lowlands

Hildegarde announced, "Welcome to the third match of the annual Titans of Winter tournament! Today we find ourselves in the swampy lowlands of the Milous Plains, where our brave combatants will meet and do battle. Not only do they need to compete against each other, they will have to compete against the natural environment around them: the muddy swamp, the irritating insects and, worse still, the devouring quicksand. Linger too long and it will drag you down, but once it has a hold of you and you struggle; you will sink so quick, your life will seem like it were only a blink. So fight fast, fight well. Best of luck to Emilia and Donatien!"

Donatien : A drow stands looking around the swamp. His eyes move until they land upon the woman “Fon med mu ofaal wah lost daar vothjur mindin pah” And with that he extends his arm to the side and begins a slight mumble spell, as he speaks a small cloud of smoke forms over his extended hand. As the spell finishes the cloud fades, and in its wake a sword is left with in the knights grasp. Moving the blade to his side, and up to eye level he begins a charge rushing at the woman. Armored boots carrying him across the swamp, the mud and weight slowing him down slightly. When he comes into range he thrusts the blade forward sending the tip of his long sword into the womans stomach to avoid any serious injury.

Emilia had come to the swampy lowlands by invite to participate in the tournament, the ice Genasi was out of her frozen element the moment her bare feet left the snowy ground of the Gualon gardens. Each step of those naked feet seemed to almost glide over the muddy water below that frosted over with a brief coating of ice, one that melted seconds after the foot lifted away from the ground. Each step quick and cautious to avoid sinking into the quick sand below or the falling into the muddy water when the frost from her feet melted. The woman was ghostly white from head to toe with the exception of her ice blue eyes, lips, and nails making her an obvious figure within the swamps to her opponent. The sound of his voice caught her attention with its calling out in a tongue foreign to her ears. Shifting her stance the frail thin woman reached behind her to pull a dark wood bow off her back. As the Genasi pulled the weapon into her grasp her feet never stopped moving for that would leave the light weight farmer in danger of being sucked into the mud or sand below. Frosted prints marked her trail as she kept her distance by moving backwards away from the oncoming drow. As she kept space the woman snagged one arrow at a time, notching them into her bow, aiming, then firing them toward the oncoming male. Three in a row. One aimed for his right shoulder, one for his hand that held his sword, and the last aimed for his face. All the while the Genasi was making a small growl like noise that showed her annoyance at the buzzing of the pesky mosquitos that were landing on her pale white skin, which she had not time to smack away.

Donatien continued his charge the all to keep up his momentum and to keep from sinking into the quick sand. The first arrow was ignored thinking his armor would block the attack how ever the pesky arrow found a way to slip in through the cracks and pierce into his skin. An annoyed grunt is given as he bares through the pain. Moving the sword so that the broad side now sits between the two and points to the sky the remaining arrows are blocked by the dark colored steal. His black eyes glare through his helm determined not to let an arrow stand in his way. His speed picking up as he grows semi accustomed to the terrain the knight blade again and slices down ward aiming the weapon to land hard upon the shoulder that holds the bow.

Emilia did not let her guard down when that third arrow was released from her bow, but continued to move her feet in a backwards motion traveling allowing her previous ventures in this swampy area as a human to guide her for the most part, knowing that the terrain had changed. A fourth arrow was pulled free and used to quickly smack away a fattening bug that was swelling in size on her arm as the Drow shifted his sword to blow arrows two and three. With the bug killed the Genasi loaded then fired the fourth arrow at the male before waving her now empty hand over the muddy water of the same side. The movement of her hand sent a rush of chilled wind over the ground creating a path of frost. No sooner had her hand finished its sweep over the terrain and the farmer’s feet were sliding along over that created path of ice to move herself away from the downward motion of the incoming sword of the drow male. Without armor her light body was easily able to move faster than the other clad in amour, but it also left her form exposed not only to the elements, but to the sharp blade. Her shoulder was moved away from the impact, but her leg caught the tip before she skiid off to the side. A deep gash slicing down the farmer’s calf, spilling blood over the ground where the frost was quickly melting away. Emilia as she traveled away to the side from her opponent used her free hand that didn’t hold her bow to send a direct blasting of frozen air and ice at the ground where the feet of Donatien were in an attempt to cause the muddy water around his booted feet to freeze him in the place where he was at.

Donatien kept moving keeping the pace with the woman “Mu vis dein daar vok pah sul iiz sosin!” his words shouted turning with her as she did he followed her until he was no longer able to follow. His boots seemed heavier and finally frozen to the ground. The drow guised dragon tilts his head to the side and gives a soft smile. “Ziin vis tinvaatey lu kred” He extends his sword with one arm letting the injured arm fall to the side. Draconic words begin to spew from his mouth the drows eyes focused deeply onto the womans until he lowers the blade point the tip to her feet. Almost instantly dozens of muddy green hands begin to rise up from the swamp, gripping at her feet and legs the hands pull as if trying to pull her under swamp. As she moves her feet so too would Donatien move the tip of his sword aiming where the hands would rise and begin to pull.

Emilia found that with each gliding step over the frosted path of the ground below she was losing more blood from that deep gash in her calf, attracting more attention from the local insects. It was in this moment that the Genasi had to make a choice as muddy green hands started to rise up from the ground grasping and reaching at her, trying to pull her down into the murky waters below. Slipping the bow onto her back the ice woman pointed both of her hands at the ground. Seconds later the same bits of ice and frozen wind that left her hands to freeze the drow to the ground shot forth in a stream that created a frozen pillar, expelling the light weight woman up into the air. The pillar was created with frozen ice air and the muddy water below to make it a solid work. The Genasi poised sitting atop the mud-ice creation a good eight feet up out of the reach of the grasping hands. A streak of blood spilling from the open wound on her leg, staining the frozen pillar. It was with great effort as the woman kept her hands aimed at the pillar that it remained solid instead of melting as quickly as her frosted prints did within this swampy lands.

Winner: Donatien

Donatien watches as the woman rises above going into the sky. Donatien's voice changes as he shifts the spell, moving the blade upward he points the tip at Emilias head the spell sends a mucky green beam straight for her head. The beam comes into contact sending a montage of images to distract her from her spell using the height of her spell against her waiting for her to fall. The magic seeks into her mind finding all of the things she fears and produces them in front of her, complete with any audio, and aroma that would follow. After the spell is complete he moves his own sword down and cuts away the ice that kept him locked to the ground. “Erei borii tiid iiz sosin.” The drow moves out from the swamp turning his back to the woman allowing the images to continue to play in her mind.

Emilia was more distracted by the sudden flash of magic beam of green hitting her in the head than the attempt of Donatien’s magic to seep into her mind that was blocked by strong ancient magic thanks to her husband the ancient dragon. That moment in lapse of concentration lost the Genasi her higher ground on the ice pillar which quickly melted as she fell to the ground. The ancient block on her mind kept her safe from the nightmares and dark magic of the dragon guised as a drow, but it didn’t not protect her from the rotten log hidden in the brush on the ground. Hitting the back of her head hard against it with the fall the ghostly white and frail little woman fell into the unconscious. Her ghostly white form lost with the muddy waters of the swamp, leg still bleeding where the blade of the drow had spliced the flesh open.