Summer 2, 125
No expenses had been spared to create the massive arena in Graentun where organized faelnir hunts sometimes took place. It was a truly breathtaking piece of land with a veritable forest within its massive walls upon which people could catch glimpses of what went on down below. The inside of the arena was always different. Some aelves dedicated their lives to coming up with new designs, effortlessly adding and removing flora as necessary to keep things exciting. They also worked to move flora out of the way as the hunt went on to give people better views of the gruesome combat.
Tonight’s festivities had a good turnout, with some of them excited to see this rumored ‘bear man’ who was to be participating. He, like the rest of the hunters would have been asked to meet at the primary entrance where the aelf in charge of organizing the hunt would read out the various rules and rule changes. What Arcaelum and other beginners might gleam from them was that they ought to be responsible with magic use, don’t harm other participants, etc.
Fenrir would be among the participants, dressed dissimilar to most of the other participants. She was in black assassin-esque garb that hugged her body nicely. She leaned on a large scythe as she stared lazily at the aelf who kept droning on and on and on. When he finally finished, he would call for a fifteen minute break after which the hunt would begin.
During this time, Fenrir would try to find Arcaelum, figuring that he wouldn’t be hard to find if he had shown up. If she did find him she would say, “hi there, nice to see you again. If you haven’t figured out by now, I was the aelf you were working for all along. Sorry about deceiving you, I tend to be cautious with new faces. In any case, I’m glad to see that you made it today and I look forward to seeing you in action.”
She gave him a genuine smile. She was not at all good at fighting and, truth be told, this particular hunt was not something she normally would participate in. It was too… restrictive. How was she supposed to shine if she wasn’t allowed to bring her army of treants with her? Alas she wasn’t here to win – she was mostly here to watch. Sitting up on the walls could never compare to seeing bloodshed up close and personal.
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