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Aragorn II, son of Arathorn: Elessar, Thorongil, Chieftain of the Dúnedain and King of Gondor and Arnor vs Radahn, son of Radagon: Starscourge, Red Lion, Demigod of the united Houses of The Erdtree and The Moon and General of the Redmanes
The Festival of War, to honor the venerable General Radahn and lay him to rest, is underway. Champion after champion has thrown themselves at the maddened Demigod, but none have succeeded thus far. Trusty Patches has long since fled. Steadfast Tragoth, the blood-obsessed Sword Saint Okina, the stalwart Warrior Jar Alexander, and even Blaidd, Sword and Shadow of Ranni; these renowned warriors and more have been driven from the field of battle.
Jerren had hoped the infamous Tarnished, who repelled Margit the Fell, who penetrated Stormveil Castle and Raya Lucaria and claimed the Great Runes long sequestered within, would appear to claim Radahn's as well; but alas, they were nowhere to be seen. Jerren feels a familiar weariness fall over him like a funeral shawl, and he begins to quietly despair. 'How long must it be before my friend can be laid to rest? How long must Radahn live on in this misery?'
As he sits in his chair by the lift, a man exits the nearby chapel. A man of quiet, confident noble air, a man tall of stature, strong of arm, light upon his feet, with hair and eye of a dark and stormy complexion, yet also carrying a wise and gentle gleam. They turn to face each other, the man meeting Jerren's gaze with solemn understanding and a knowing empathy.
"You are a steadfast friend, to have held this festival for your captain over so many moons. In better days, I would have liked to meet General Radahn, to know his measure as a man of honor as well as at arms. I do not think this decayed and feral form would be his eternal fate. I will do all I can to stay his madness and bring him his deserved respite. So swears Aragorn, son of old Númenor."
Aragorn draws his sword, the blade shining fiercely with a brilliant fire, a steadfast light befitting his steadfast vow.
"I thank you for coming to our Festival, Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedain", Jerren replies. "Your words give me much-needed hope and faith in this darkening hour. May the strength of your arm match the staunchness of your heart, and may the might of Radahn's Great Rune be invaluable in your future endeavors. You may use the lift here to find the field of battle. Now go, and be well."
Aragorn is 7-A, with High 7-A Andúril
Radahn is 7-A, second key
Speed equalized
Fight takes place in Radahn's boss arena, starting at 100 meters away
Fight theme music cuz why not
Aragorn: 7
Radahn: 2
Leonard: ∞
The Festival of War, to honor the venerable General Radahn and lay him to rest, is underway. Champion after champion has thrown themselves at the maddened Demigod, but none have succeeded thus far. Trusty Patches has long since fled. Steadfast Tragoth, the blood-obsessed Sword Saint Okina, the stalwart Warrior Jar Alexander, and even Blaidd, Sword and Shadow of Ranni; these renowned warriors and more have been driven from the field of battle.
Jerren had hoped the infamous Tarnished, who repelled Margit the Fell, who penetrated Stormveil Castle and Raya Lucaria and claimed the Great Runes long sequestered within, would appear to claim Radahn's as well; but alas, they were nowhere to be seen. Jerren feels a familiar weariness fall over him like a funeral shawl, and he begins to quietly despair. 'How long must it be before my friend can be laid to rest? How long must Radahn live on in this misery?'
As he sits in his chair by the lift, a man exits the nearby chapel. A man of quiet, confident noble air, a man tall of stature, strong of arm, light upon his feet, with hair and eye of a dark and stormy complexion, yet also carrying a wise and gentle gleam. They turn to face each other, the man meeting Jerren's gaze with solemn understanding and a knowing empathy.
"You are a steadfast friend, to have held this festival for your captain over so many moons. In better days, I would have liked to meet General Radahn, to know his measure as a man of honor as well as at arms. I do not think this decayed and feral form would be his eternal fate. I will do all I can to stay his madness and bring him his deserved respite. So swears Aragorn, son of old Númenor."
Aragorn draws his sword, the blade shining fiercely with a brilliant fire, a steadfast light befitting his steadfast vow.
"I thank you for coming to our Festival, Aragorn, Chieftain of the Dúnedain", Jerren replies. "Your words give me much-needed hope and faith in this darkening hour. May the strength of your arm match the staunchness of your heart, and may the might of Radahn's Great Rune be invaluable in your future endeavors. You may use the lift here to find the field of battle. Now go, and be well."
Aragorn is 7-A, with High 7-A Andúril
Radahn is 7-A, second key
Speed equalized
Fight takes place in Radahn's boss arena, starting at 100 meters away
Fight theme music cuz why not
Aragorn: 7
Radahn: 2
Leonard: ∞
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